Miguel hates needles.

You know it’s an irrational fear, you’re a surgical resident and deal with needles everyday.

Miguel accidentally slipped up and told You that he hadn’t gotten a flu shot in 6 years, which apparently you took personally because you forced him to the clinic, he fought, but you got Maddy as back up.

He’s now trapped on your lap, your chest to his back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pouts.

Maddy laughs and shakes her head as she sees his pout