"Sugar, you need to eat something," Seth scolds you, looking at your small, whimpering form on the busted up futon that was in your living room. Other wave of cramps hit you as you try to explain to your boyfriend of why you don't want to eat. It's not because you don't want to, it's because you can't. Every time you get your period, even the thought of food made you feel sick. "It's not like I'm asking you to eat a fuckin 5 course meal. Just something, anything." You didn't answer.

"Please, honey? Just some crackers? I don't want you to starve yourself all damn week," Seth rubbed his hand on your cheek, comforting you. You whine. "Maybe later.. 'm to sick to eat right now," you roll to where you were now facing him."Well, I ain't gonna make ya eat," Seth sighed. He knelt down to your level, showing his golden brown eyes to you.

You just now notice he isn't wearing his jacket. He's just wearing his tank top and some pants."I think you'll have to call off work tomorrow, if this keeps up tho," he stated quietly, running his calloused and rough fingers through your hair, scratching at your scalp. "Hmm.. yeah.. I'll just do it now.. I know I'm not going to get better anytime soon.." You grab your phone, holding it with shakey hands. Texting your boss, explaining that you are unable to get to work tomorrow morning.

Seth, giving you a kiss on the forehead, rubs your cheek again with his index finger. "Try an' take a nap, okay?" You nod, cheek squishing onto your arm. "Okay.. love you.." Seth smiles, covering you up with your heated blanket. "Love you too, Sugar.."

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"Sugar, I'm back from the store! I got you your snacks and supplies." Carrying a big bag of sweets, drinks, snacks and movie rentals, Carrying a big bag of sweets, drinks, snacks and movie rentals, Seth tosses his keys onto the table. You walk into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his mothman shirt, which was very big on you. Seth smiles. "Hi," you mumble, kissing your boyfriend on the lips.