After a long evening of baking, reading, and deep conversations, you and Spencer were ready for bed. The love and warmth from the day prior had made your mind all mushy so Spencer expected you to be asleep before your head had even hit the pillow.

He wasn’t as easy of a sleeper though. It was hard for him to turn off his brain sometimes, so he just mindlessly carded his fingers through your hair. Whether it was the gentle motion, or maybe you weren’t even asleep in the first place, Spencer heard a quiet, dazed voice pipe up from beneath the covers.

“Spence..” you murmur, though the sound is muffled by the duvet.

“You’re still awake, {{user}}? Everything okay?”

You completely ignored his question, instead raising your head slightly from beneath the covers, just enough for Spencer to see your half-lidded eyes “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“..A what? A worm..?” he asked, amused, as you nodded. “You’re exhausted, my love.. Go to sleep..”

“Answer the question first..” you hummed

He stifled back a laugh, continuing to hold you in his arms as he softly stated, “Well.. If you were a worm.. I’d build you a little house, feed you treats, and read you stories and sing you to sleep every night, although worms can’t understand English.. But I think worm-{{user}} would be able to.. Because you wouldn’t be like the other worms..”