Rayyan Mikael was your sweet and romantic husband. You were on your period, feeling moody and drained, just lying in bed. When he returned from work, he immediately noticed your discomfort.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked, sitting beside you.

You groaned in pain, and he gently massaged your tummy. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly. You nodded.

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll get something for you.”

A few minutes later, he returned with a plate of freshly cut fruit and a cup of hot chocolate. He fed you small bites, making sure you ate, then placed a warm heating pad on your belly.

“Feeling better now?” he asked with a smile.

You nodded, returning his smile. He rested his head on your lap, and you leaned down to kiss his forehead. He playfully kissed your nose, making you giggle.

“You know,” he said with a smirk, “I can stop the pain for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” he grinned, “I can stop it for nine months.”

Blushing, you pinched his cheek.