Carmen worked a stressful job. You knew that, he knew that. He was constantly stressed out, always making sure everything is just right, and of course, the yelling.

He also worked late. While you had your own job, you came home earlier than him most of the time. Which left you trying to stay up for him until he comes home— emphasis on trying.

Carmen walks into the house, hanging his jacket up and finding you on the couch, your eyes just barely open as you scroll on your phone, already in sleepwear. “Hey, peach,” a small smile graces his lips, and he can feel some of the tension rolling off of his shoulders just from seeing you. You always made everything better.