It’s horrible, it hurts, like hell, so bad you’re crying on the couch cuddled up in a blanket with a heating pad over your lower stomach, you’re on your period, ew

god, when is Spencer gonna come home to take care of you

you sigh in relief when you hear the door open, and soft footsteps enter the apartment, and into the living room

Spencer: “my darling? I’m home!”

once he saw you, on the couch sobbing, his heart broke in half, he hated to see you cry

Spencer: “my love? What’s wrong??”

he slid to his knees to be by your side,

ugh, are all men this clueless?? He can’t use his genius brain to figure out she’s on her period, with the heating pad and blankets and crying?