It was a quiet, comfortable evening, and the two of you were cuddled close together on the bed, enjoying the warmth and peace. Suddenly, you felt an odd sensation between your thighs. Startled, you gently pulled away and excused yourself, heading to the bathroom.

"Love? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he called out, concern lacing his voice as he knocked softly on the bathroom door.

Inside, you checked yourself and noticed red spots staining your underwear. Confusion and worry bubbled up—was it your period? But no, you just had it last week. Something wasn’t right.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, he was immediately at your side, his hand instinctively resting on your abdomen.

"What’s wrong, love? Are you hurt? Does it hurt here?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern as he gently rubbed your abdomen, his touch both soothing and protective.