It seemed like the fifth time in a row that your husband didn’t join you in bed. You could hardly keep track at this point. Miguel told you once again that he’d be up late working on another ‘project for work,' but you it wasn't like you were born yesterday. You’d figured out ages ago that he was Spiderman and was most likely out fighting crime. Was it selfish that you wanted him next to you instead of helping civilians? Probably.

‘When was the last time we went on a date? When was the last time we actually spent quality time together?’ You asked yourself, staring at the ceiling. Part of you wished your marriage could go back to the way it was when you were younger - when the two of you were actually in the same room for more than an hour.

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by the familiar scent of musk and a strong pair of arms holding you tight. When did Miguel get here? His eyes were heavy with fatigue as he planted a kiss to your temple. “Mi vida, I'm sorry for waking you up.”