Miguel O'Hara x Reader | ❛Do you really love me?❛⁠

Chapter 4: "You"

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          Hours of waiting and it made you think; will he really be back? What happened that he really needed to go? Questions filled up your mind up until now. What if he ended up getting hurt himself? Now that was a question that you feared to know its answer.

Having and knowing that your husband is spiderman didn't make your life easy but it made your life hard— Sure having spiderman as your husband has perks... but every time he puts on that suit, it makes you worry to death. He could die at any moment when he's wearing it. Fighting all of those who wanted to destroy and control humanity. All those criminals, aliens, machines, and whatever else that is there and existing to demolish and rule the world will kill him. Every inch of your body couldn't help but tremble in fear when he leaves with that suit on. Because whenever he does... you know very well why and what he does.

But then again you remember why he would leave as spiderman and it made you hurt more.. He left not because of trouble going around the city, but to be away from you. You hoped that all he did wasn't just that... and everything will not go back to the way it was.

Fluid started pouring out of your eyes. You soon felt the need for something, the need to drink and just forget about it. Forget about all of your problems for once. You stood up heading towards the kitchen picking up three to five bottles of alcohol from the fridge. After years of not drinking, you were going to again. You haven't been drinking for a long time... not ever since you had child. And so did Miguel. But then; when she died.. Miguel started again but only it was you who didn't.

You didn't because he needed you to be there for him, he needed you to be there while he cried and blamed himself for your little girl's death. 

You sat down the balcony's floor, chugging down the beer. A cringe expression forms on your face when you tasted it's bitter flavor, "I forgot how awful this one tasted" you commented.

Drinking your second bottle, memories popped up on your mind. You remembered the day when you confessed your love to Miguel, the day when both of you told eachother how you felt, and the day where in your love started. That memory made you smile for a moment there but it then disappeared when you thought of were it got you now. You were grateful. You love him, really.

         But sometimes I guess that you were just hurting?

Bottles of empty beer were on the floor. Some were broken into pieces when you were at rage that then made you smashed them into pieces... You look at your legs that had a few cuts and one wound that wasn't that deep from the bottles glass but you didn't care.. all you could think of right now was Miguel. You wondered where he is.. you got scared that it would go back to the way it was.

You check the time and it was 8:00, you started to worry on what if he comes home late again. "He still loves me.. right?" You say all drunk, chugging the bottle again.

A bang from the door catches your attention, lightening up your mood just a bit. He was actually home early.. for the first time.

"Y/n I'm home. I just went somewhere, important stuff....bought you something... Amor?"
He mumbled lies and calls for you. Not hearing any reply, he places what he has bought on the kitchen counter and went to look for you. "Mi vida?" He looks around, and finally finds you at the bedrooms balcony.