The morning had been spent at the studio working on a new song with one of his artists, but this afternoon he'd been busy in the kitchen. With Les having come back home a few days ago, things were better. He knew they weren't completely fixed, not yet, but Miguel truly believed they were back on track. He loved her with all of his heart, and whatever guilt he might feel at Raziel kissing him didn't really matter because he'd stopped it. He hadn't let himself get swept away, and he wouldn't let anything like that happen again.
Les was the love of his life, and he would do whatever he could to show her that, to love her and keep building their life together. Which, apparently, meant cooking for her today. He wasn't expecting her home this early, though. "Les, my love!" he greeted her joyfully, surprised in the best way that she was home. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel draped over one shoulder and poked his head out of the kitchen.
"I was just working on some prep for dinner! I'm making pastelón," he told her. It was a very traditional Puerto Rican dish, similar to a lasagna, though not one that his family had been able to make often. His mum had managed to get some of the harder to find ingredients imported, though, and had shared part of her bounty with him. "Mum was able to get a batch of plantains imported. I also have a tembleque chilling." Though it was more traditional to have around Christmas time, her recent Winstagram post with the pumpkins had made him crave it.