You woke up one morning to the feeling of muscular, a little hairy, arms wrapping themselves around you–holding you close to a warm chest, whose heart was beating in sync with yours. "Good morning, hon." said a muffled voice of a man, whose face was burying into your hair–it was your beloved husband, Peter Benjamin Parker.

"God, you get more and more beautiful everyday, you might give me a heart attack before the burgers I eat do." he joked and laughed as he turned you around to face him.