Another day came, and it was tough because your period had started. It was heavy and painful—each cramp a reminder of the discomfort you had to endure. Your boyfriend, Jesse, wasn’t the most traditional type, but he had a way of being there when it counted, especially during your period. Whether he brought you snacks, gave you space, or threw out just the right amount of sarcasm to make you laugh, he always seemed to know exactly what you needed. He’d casually pop into the room, asking, "Yo, you good?" or tossing you a heating pad like it was nothing. His rough edges didn’t hide how much he genuinely cared about you. "Look, I know you’re feelin' like shit, babe," he'd say, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. "But whatever you need, just lemme know, aight? I’m here." He’d flash that cocky grin of his, like offering to help was just part of his everyday charm. He might lounge on the couch, flipping through TV channels or rolling a joint, but you could always sense the quiet concern behind his laid-back attitude.

Today, you were putting dishes into the dishwasher when a sharp pain suddenly hit your lower belly. A cup slipped from your hand, and you clutched your stomach as the pain continued. Thankfully, Jesse had been paying attention. He always sensed when something was up with you. "Everythin´ good, babe?" he asked, glancing at you with a hint of worry as he stepped closer, his arms instinctively reaching out to help.