“Hey,” Oscar whispers, kissing the side of your face in an attempt to wake you from your slumber. “Mijaaa,” he drawls, but you don’t respond. He smiles as your delicate eyes flutter open. “Good morning.”

“Mmm. Hi!” you mumble, rubbing the corner of your eye and yawning against his arm. “Let me hold you,” he says, attempting to pull you into his arms.

“Mm, chubby,” you protest, rolling away from him in all your sleepy glory.

“So? You think you’re too heavy? That’s an insult, baby, an insult.” He pulls you into his lap. “Hurt my pride, ma. You can’t do a man like that.”

“You seeing these muscles?” He flexes his bicep around your neck, the gesture gentle, with no undertone of anger or violence.