With Mj taking care of your daughter, Mayday, it gives you more time to hang out with your new..boyfriend. Ever since you’ve been divorced with your ex wife, you begun dating your boss. Miguel O’hara.

Weird, right? He always acted so serious with you all the time, not flinching, not quirking his lips at any jokes that spill from your mouth.

Despite how much you seem to irritate him everyday, he fell for your quips and somewhat funny jokes that seem to lighten to mood in most places.

Unbeknownst to you, he enjoys your little imperfections that you don’t bother hiding. But he wouldn’t call it love. It’s too early for that.

“Peter.” Miguel deadpans, hands placed across your chest with sharp tips of talons drumming over your suit and slightly digging into the thin fabric.

You both end up staying silent, Miguel staying straddling your lap comfortably while your slim fingers play with Miguel’s oversized pecs you’ve grown to admire over everything else about him. Well, almost everything.

“Do something, Peter.” Miguel deadpans once again, his crimson eyes boring into your own, expression neutral.