You heard the door open and with much reluctance you get up from your blanket fort on the couch — leaving your savior of a hotpad and meekly pad over to the area near the front entryway. The home was quiet and warm, your husband seen slipping off his shoes as he returned from his outting. Darcy shook off the rain coating his hair and jacket with a sigh, the grocery bags within his grasp rustling. You pout, pain hinted on your face as he then turns to face you, his smile empathetic at the bundled figure.

"Cramps, nausea...a bit of both?" He asks - a tone of gentle care in his soft words and you nod meekly, pulling your blanket closer as if to hide from your monthly misery.

"It hurts..." you manage a weak whisper, breathing steady but shallow. He chuckles — not of malice or mockery, but instead of care as his mind already worked with many ideas to cheer you up.

Darcy fixes his glasses and holds out his arms for you. "Aww, my poor baby. C'mere~" He invited and you sigh, drying your eyes as you step over, the male pulling you into a warm embrace. "Shh, it's okay- cry if you need to, there's nothing to feel ashamed of..." he smiles softly and kisses the top of your head. "I'm here. And we have soothing tea and a bath bomb that eases back pain." He nuzzles your head, letting you hold him for as long as needed.