Carlos was never a morning person, a fast you got to figure out very quickly. He would constantly sleep past the alarms he sets and be irritable for an hour or two. Sure, a cup of coffee with a plate of eggs and toast would make his morning more bearable, but only a little.

It wasn’t out of character to try and get out of bed this morning, only for carlos to grab you by your waist and pull you back into bed.

“No… stay.” he would mutter, tugging you back under the covers so he could hold you.