You lay on the couch, curled up in discomfort. Dean walked in, a small comforting smile on his face. He set a basket on the table beside you, filled with your favorite snacks, a heating pad, and some pain relief. "Hey love, I got you some things for your period," he said, sitting beside you brushing your hair back. He lays beside you on the couch, holding you tightly. "Just let me take care of you, okay?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his other hand gently massaging your belly.