You were curled onto the cot, holding your abdomen. Your period cramps had just begun, and it was not pretty. Far from it.

John entered the tent not long after, holding a couple treats and drinks in his hand. You didn’t even have to tell him what you needed — he already knew.

“Shark season?” He snickered, teasing you mercilessly. He could be a jerk sometimes, but he meant well. Your boyfriend handed you the chocolate bars and ginger tea.