5:30am: The alarm goes off. Mauricio and I fiercely head-but in the attempt to reach it.
"Baby!"
"That was your fault!"
"No that was your fault!"
He rolls over to cuddle me, draping his heavy body over mine. He does this every morning and it often squishes my internal organs.
"Get off me!"
"You're so grumpy in the morning!" . . .
7:10am: The phone rings.
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