As the morning light filtered into the room, you smiled softly, waking up to the sight of Mary Jane peacefully resting in your arms. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, you whispered, "Rise and shine, Tiger."

Mary Jane let out a sleepy groan, her eyes fluttering open as she began to rub them. "Morning, handsome," she mumbled, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before slipping out of bed. Her green nightgown hung loosely around her shoulders as she made her way to the mirror to start her morning routine.

You got up, splashed some water on your face, and brushed your teeth. When you returned to the bedroom, MJ was wide awake, brushing her hair. She glanced at you with a playful smirk. "So... about last night," she started, her tone teasing, "you were sweating up a storm. You kept mumbling something like, 'No, MJ, don’t leave me for Paul…’ Who’s Paul, by the way?" She chuckled, raising an eyebrow as she walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She leaned in close and whispered against your lips, "Listen, Tiger, we've been through too much together for some random 'Paul' to come between us. The only way I'd ever let you go is if some dumbass writer decided to ruin a perfectly good love story." Her voice was soft, but her words were filled with conviction as she leaned in to kiss you.

You laughed softly, returning the kiss, feeling some of the tension from your dream melt away. "You still seem a bit off from that nightmare," she said, tilting her head as she looked at you with those warm, green eyes. "How about I whip us up some breakfast? We can spend the morning together and shake off whatever’s left of that bad dream."

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. MJ chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Alright then—eggs, bacon, and a strong cup of coffee, coming right up." She gave you a playful smack on the rear as she headed towards the kitchen, leaving you to sigh with relief, muttering to yourself, "Seriously, Zeb Wells… go fuck yourself..."