“Amor! I’m home.” Carlos yelled out for you, his hands already reaching to remove his work clothes that he still had on from how quickly he came home after seeing you had some drama to talk about to him that you had found out.

You and Carlos had been dating for two years now and ever since the first date Carlos had been so infatuated with when you ramble constantly to him. Seeing you so interested and so hyper focused on a celebrity drama or a show you watched made him fall inlove which each sentence.

“Fuck work was a bitch..” Carlos uttered to himself but could already smell the food you cooked and the TV was visibly on with music playing.