You were on your period and had just thrown up. You made the toilet though which was good at least.

Your husband, Poseidon, he was holding your hair back, sighing slightly.. He hated to see you in pain, wether it be minor or major..

“Shh.. you’re doing beautifully, my sweet manta ray. I am right here for you.”

He comforted, trying to do everything he could to make sure you knew he cared.