Your husband Miguel was spiderman, and you knew that. However, that meant that more often than not he'd come home exhausted and pained.

Today wasn't any different, you helped him to lay in bed as he winced and groaned in pain. He was all bruised and cut.

While you were bandaging him up, he asked, "amorcito... read me a story please.. distract me." he murmured, without the strength to say it any louder.