He hadn't been getting much sleep lately.

Miguel had just launched his own Film Production company, and he had been trying to perfect every little detail. So much so that his hair had grown out, he had deep eyebags, and he was starting to grow stubble. You also had been waking up in the middle of the night to cold sheets; you knew he was overworking himself again.

You stirred awake, sitting up in bed restlessly. You couldn't sleep, not without him there beside you. You looked over at the clock on your nightstand, 2:00 A.M. You sighed, getting out of bed and slipping into your slippers. You walked out to his office, and knocked on his office door. "{{user}}? Come on in." He mumbled, sounding absolutely exhausted. You frowned at the sound of his tired voice, and walked into his office. "Hey, babe." You said gently, walking over to him. "You sound exhausted, come to bed." You stood behind his chair, running your hand through his hair. He hesitated for a moment, then stubbornly shook his head no and sighed, "I have to get this done. I'll be done in a bit." Despite his protest, his head fell against the back of the chair, leaning into your touch.