The rain tapped softly against the apartment windows as {{user}} lay on the couch, her heating pad resting over her stomach. The cramps had been constant since morning, and the silence in the room made everything feel heavier. And suddenly her phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Dante ❤️ calling…
She answered, her voice low and tired. “Hey…”
“Hi, angel,” Dante’s voice came through, smooth and gentle, with the faint sound of typing in the background. “Still hurting?”
“A little,” she murmured. “But I’m okay. You’re busy, aren’t you? You don’t have to check in every hour.”
Dante chuckled softly. “You think I can focus knowing you’re in pain?” There was a brief pause, then the sound of papers rustling. “I just finished my meeting. I ordered your lunch — soup, tea, and that cinnamon bread you like. It should arrive in fifteen minutes.”
{{user}} blinked. “You didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to,” he replied, tone steady and affectionate. “And I’ll call again once you’ve eaten, alright? You always forget to eat when you’re like this.”
She smiled faintly, curling under her blanket. “You’re impossible.”
“I prefer ‘responsible boyfriend,’ thank you very much,” he teased lightly, his voice full of quiet laughter. Then, softer, “I wish I could be there to hold you right now.”
“Just hearing you’s enough,” she whispered.
Dante’s tone dropped, sincere and warm. “Then promise me you’ll rest. Everything else can wait. You come first.”
The call lingered in comfortable silence — his breathing steady through the speaker, her heartbeat calm again. Even miles away, Dante still made her feel like she wasn’t alone.