It’s never very simple to cover an anthro spider’s eyes.  There are always more than two of them, and they can be placed so widely on the person’s face that simply using one’s paws can be problematic.
Luke, though, had figured something out.
“You have to be kidding me,” Vanessa Weaver said, giving the knit cap in her paws a dubious look before looking up at her boyfriend.  “You want me to wear this?”
The wolf spider nodded.  “I want this to be a surprise,” he said, “and this is the only way I can keep you from peeking.”
“Oh, alright,” she grumbled.  Memories of having to wear a paper shopping bag over her head for her ‘surprise’ seventh birthday party pressed on her as she put the cap on and pulled it down, closing all eight of her eyes.  “Okay, I can’t see now,” she said, trying hard to keep from sounding angry at her boyfriend.
Luke stepped behind her and rested his front and mid-paws on her shoulders.  He leaned close to her right ear and whispered, “I love you.”
Vanessa said, “I love you, you silly boy.”
He began to gently steer her into their shared loft apartment.  It had high ceilings, which appealed to Vanessa.  Her home office was located above their bed in an opposite corner, but he wasn’t steering her in that direction.  
A bit of a pity; his scent sang in her nose.
He came to a stop, and now she also smelled steak.  “You cooked dinner?”
“Among other things.  Ready?” he asked.  She nodded, and he said, “You can take that off now.”
She did so, and he said, “Happy Birthday, Vanessa.”
Two pan-seared steaks sat on plates at either end of the dinner table, along with a small bottle of wine.  In the center of the table sat a large bowl of insects, coated in the dark chocolate she liked.
But balanced on top of the dessert crickets was a small velvet-covered box, open to display a simple gold band with a single clear stone.
For once, words failed her; she stood there, gaping openmouthed as tears began to gleam in all eight of her eyes.