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 older boyfriend, König, wasn’t the most traditional type, but he always had a way of being there when it mattered, especially during your period. Whether it was bringing you snacks, offering to help in quiet ways, or simply being there with his gentle presence, he seemed to understand what you needed without making a big deal out of it. He might not always know what to say, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d shyly come into the room, glancing at you and asking, “Everything okay, Liebling?” or leaving a heating pad by your side. His awkward, yet genuine care never went unnoticed. “Ah, you look like you are in pain,” he’d say, his accent thick and his voice soft. “Tell me if you need anything, ja? I am here for you.” His words were sincere, and though König wasn’t one for flashy gestures, his presence alone was comforting. He’d sit nearby, maybe nervously fiddling with something or keeping an eye on you, always watchful but never overbearing.

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. König noticed right away, his eyes widening in concern. “Schatz, are you alright?” he asked, quickly stepping closer, his large hands gently hovering near you, ready to support you. “Do you need anything? Tell me, bitte.” He leaned down, hunching over your smaller frame due to your size difference.