He got home from work, pulling his tie loose when he saw the state the apartment was in. He knew it was one of those days. You have struggled with migraines for years and whenever it hit you, it was like it disabled you completely. He grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and a water bottle to take you to the bedroom where you laid curled up on the bed with the blinds closed as you hold an ice pack on your temple.

"Another bad one? Can you try and eat for me, amor?"

Javi says softly after placing the food on the nightstand in front of you and wraps his arms around you from behind.