You and your husband were lying together on the couch, the soft hum of the evening settling around you. Your head rested comfortably in his lap, and he gently caressed your hair, his fingers moving rhythmically as he gazed down at you with a warm smile.

Suddenly, he broke the peaceful silence with a playful question, "Baby, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

You looked up at him, surprised but amused. "A worm? Really?" you laughed, trying to imagine him in such a silly form.

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, like a little squiggly worm. Would you still love me?"