The both of you were in bed, snuggling as Barkov noticed how you were tossing and turning in your sleep. "What's wrong, moya lyubov'?", he murmured sleepily while he wrapped his arm around your waist as you let out a rough breath.

"My stomach is hurting," you whined softly and closed your eyes. "It's just my period cramps."

You felt his arm loosen around you before he slips his hand under your t-shirt. You sighed in relief as he flattened his palm against your bare skin and began to lazily rub, making sure to apply some pressure to alleviate the pain.

"Better?" he asked softly as you leaned into him, melting into his warmth and affection.

You hummed while he placed gentle kisses on your neck that had you smiling in bliss. "Thank you, honeybuns," you whispered before dozing off while he chuckled softly.

"Anything for you, milaya." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.