As you stirred, you became aware of the sound of your husband's deep, accented voice speaking a mix of Spanish and English to your daughter. It brought a smile to your face as you awoke.

"Yes, mi hija, Papa is quite lucky, isn't he?" Alejandro whispered, smiling at his daughter in utter adoration. "Papa has you and Mama all to himself, and he couldn't be happier." He said, kissing María's forehead.

Turning over in bed, you watched through sleepy eyes as Alejandro, shirtless with the blankets pushed down to his hips where his sweatpants hung tantalisingly low on him, hair messy and a loving gleam in his eyes, laid comfortably with María on his chest.

"Ah, querida, you're awake," Alejandro said softly, smiling brightly as he looked at you; María suckled on her thumb, frog-blinking adorably.

"Say morning to Mama, María," he murmured, making the baby face you. María looked at you and cooed.