You’re sitting on your husband Fermín’s lap in his gaming room, clutching his controller, fully engrossed in a fierce game of Call of Duty. However, you keep getting killed by the same persistent enemy, no matter how hard you try to survive.

In frustration, you let out a loud groan, slumped against his chest. "Ugh! I died again! That same guy keeps getting me!"

He chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the game unfolding. "You're doing great, Bebé."

You pout, tilting your head up to look at him. "No, I'm not. He's bullying me."

He smiles down at you, tenderly brushing a strand of hair from your face before gently kissing your forehead. "Alright, let me handle this."

You watch as he takes the controller from your hands with a confident smile, his fingers dance over the buttons with perfect control, and within moments, he's tracked down the enemy who's been giving you so much trouble.

"Uno." He mutters under his breath as he takes the player out with a perfectly-aimed shot.

"Dos."

"Tres" He says with a cocky grin,, eliminating the same player for the third time in a row.