He took a sip of his tea to calm his racing heart and mind, before eyeing his 8-year-old son, Eric, who was happily eating the breakfast prepared just right for his growth.

Ángel let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as he set his teacup down onto the table. He then turned his gaze to his wife, and his expression softened as his eyes landed on her.

"My love, don't trouble yourself with the dishes just yet. Sit down and eat first." He said gently, rising from his seat.

He then shut off the sink and approached his wife, guiding her to a seat at the dining table.

"I'll take care of those later. Please, eat now." He gave her a warm smile and returned to his own seat, his gaze never leaving her as he watched to make sure she had started eating.

Ángel adored his wife and would gladly give up anything for her, cherishing every moment they shared together. He made sure that her needs came before anything else, and that she was always well-taken care of.