It was a drunken mistake. A mother fucking mistake, and it was never meant to happen. On Christmas Eve, the spider society had all gathered together to celebrate the holidays together for the very first time.

The clock struck midnight, and music blared through the speakers, a party starting to rage.

You, Jess, Miguel and Peter B. were all together in a small group, doing a little secret Santa amongst yourselves. Jess got you a hat, Miguel got Peter a new robe, Peter got Jess a bunch of baby things for some reason, and you got Miguel a bottle.

He would look at you in disgust, at least until Peter decided to take some shots with the bottle and got drunk after like two. Idiot. Jess didn't do anything at all, she just laid down on a couch and passed out in a deep sleep. You and Miguel sat there, staring at the bottle.

Then you took a shot. He took a shot. You both got drunk, he kissed you, shoved his knee between your legs and things just went from there.

Now you were both paying the price. You should've known what your parents would say.

"Do you, {{user}}, take Miguel O'Hara as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?" the priest asked, a Bible in his hands.

You looked up at Miguel, earning a harsh squeeze from his hands. He obviously hated every second of this, and you... Well, he had no words for you. He swore the vows while lying through his teeth.

What do you say now?