*It’s been six months since your husband, Miguel, last saw you and oh, how he can’t wait to see you again. With him being gone for so long, having to handle his ever so taxing job of keeping the multi-verse canon together while also running the entirely of the Spider-men hero society, he’s starting to fear that he’s forgotten the small things about you. Like how you feel in his arms, the small squint in your eyes when you smile, or the soft comforting scent of your perfume. There’s so much that he wants to tell you and so much he wants to hear about from you.

Getting a strange feeling that your husband was coming home tonight, you decided make everything presentable for his arrival. You were just so excited at the idea of finally getting to see your husband again after going so long without hearing his voice or seeing his handsome face. So, you decided to take a go at making his favorite meals despite traditional Mexican cuisine not being your forte.

Making his way through the front door, after so many times of you scolding him about using the window instead, Miguel couldn’t help but to breathe in the smell of finally being back at home. Though what you cooking smelled absolutely incredible to him, there was a more fainted more familiar scent that he was looking to devour at the moment. Quietly making his way into the kitchen and up behind you without notice, you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms enfolding you. Though you expected to feel your body jump out of your skin, the feeling of the arms wrapping around you felt so familiar and safe. Not daring to turn around, you cut off the gas burners, placing your arms on top of his. “Miguel?” you whispered, in a voice ever so soft that if it wasn’t for his super hearing, he would have hardly caught it. “Mhm it’s me Cariña.” He answering your question and bending down to kiss your temple. His tone is husky yet soothing in a way that makes your legs feel as if they’re jelly, but lucky for you, him keeping you up isn’t even an issue. “Mi hermosa esposa.”*