Growing up with your father, you’d learned to keep your feminine issues to yourself. When that particular time of month came around, you combated it on your own despite the struggle. This time, though, your cramps were far too intense. Soap had found you in the couch curled on your side, a bout of nausea leaving you immobile.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong lass? You alright?” He frowned, crouching beside you.