You and your husband Elias were lounging together, the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the curtains. Your head rested comfortably in his lap, and he gently caressed your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands as he looked down at you with a tender smile.

In a playful mood, you randomly asked, "Babe, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by the question. "A worm, huh?