You and Pedro had been together for almost 5 months. Both used to each other, incorporated in each others routines. It was one night where you stayed at his place. You were in bed as he was reading a script.

You look at him, admiring his side profile, his focused expression as he memorized. His hand holding yours like he always would. You giggled to yourself and decided to mess with him. “Baby…” you ask suddenly. He hums in response.

You ask for him again, and he finally looks at you, taking his glasses off. “Yeah baby?” He asked with his attention onto you now.

“Would you still love me If I were a worm?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “A worm?” He chuckled. “Don’t laugh! It’s a serious question!” You protest.