James walked into the living room, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by concern as he spotted you curled up on the couch. The soft blanket draped over you did little to hide the discomfort etched across your face. You were clutching your stomach, eyes squeezed shut, clearly battling the worst of your period cramps.

Without hesitation, James crossed the room and knelt beside you. "Hey, love," he said softly, his voice full of worry. "You should've called me. I would've been here sooner."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating his presence even though the pain made it hard to respond. James gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and comforting. "Alright, let's sort this out," he murmured, already thinking of ways to help.

He disappeared briefly, returning with a hot water bottle and your favorite tea. Placing the hot water bottle against your stomach, he adjusted the blanket around you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. "Drink this," he said, handing you the tea. "It might help a bit."

James stayed by your side, refusing to leave until he was sure you felt even a little better. He rubbed your back in soothing circles, whispered reassurances, and even cracked a few jokes to distract you from the pain. It was clear he hated seeing you like this, but his determination to make you feel cared for never wavered.