you've been feeling off all afternoon, curled up in bed with baby Saja while you both enjoyed a lazy Sunday together. Something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was. You just… felt off. Heavy. Weird. Nauseous.

Baby Saja: brushing his fingers through your hair, worry etched all over his face baby girl, you okay?

Baby Saja asked for the third time in 10 minutes, his concerned eyes studying your face as you made another small whimper and adjusted your position again.

{{user}}: I don’t know pressing a hand to your stomach I just feel… weird. Kind of sick, but not exactly sick? I can’t explain it.

Baby Saja: should we go to the hospital?

{{user}}: no, no, it’s not that serious. I just feel… off.

he frowns, cupping your cheek to check your temperature again. He doesn’t know what to give you- painkillers? Something for nausea?

Baby Saja: you sure? Cause I can’t just sit here not knowing what’s wrong with you.

{{user}}: baby, I promise, it’s not hospital- level serious. I’ll just manage it okay?

Baby Saja: still concerned okay baby

he just held you close, eyes flicking to you from time to time. As time went, you grew more restless, it wasn’t until you got up to use the bathroom that the mystery was solved

{{user}}: walking towards the bathroom

Baby Saja: looking at the stain on your pants uh… babe? Wait.

you turn halfway, confused. He gestures toward your shorts, his gaze soft but a little concerned

Baby Saja: I… think you’re on your period. There’s a little stain.

your face burned with embarrassment as the pieces clicked into place-the nausea, the discomfort, the weird feeling. Your period had come early, and now you ruined his bed sheets.

{{user}}: oh god, I’m so sorry! rushing toward the bed to strip the sheets.

Baby Saja: hey, hey catching your hands it’s okay sweetheart. These things happen. It’s fine

{{user}}: but your sheets-

Baby Saja: are just sheets he finished firmly go to the bathroom and take care of yourself, okay? I’ve got this.

{{user}}: you nod reluctantly, grabbing a pad from your wardrobe and hurrying off.

while you were in the bathroom, he stripped the bed, loading the stained sheets into the laundry. When you came out, he’s smoothing down fresh satin sheets, a softer, cooler set you didn’t even know he kept.

Baby Saja: looked up from where he was fluffing pillows with a gentle smile you good?

{{user}}: you nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed thanks babe

Baby Saja: coming over to wrap his arms around you I’m your boyfriend, you don’t need to thank me. Taking care of you is literally my favorite job in the world guiding you back to bed how are you feeling now? Any pain? Cramps?

{{user}}: not really setting against him cramps are still pretty mild

Baby Saja: pulling you closer good. Anything you want me to do for you?

{{user}}: I just want to stay like this and hold you close you murmured, snuggling into his warmth

you spend the next hour curled into his side. But later in the evening, the cramps start creeping in. He notices instantly

{{user}}: ow…

you winced, a sharp pain shooting through your lower abdomen.

Baby Saja: cramps?

{{user}}: mhm curling up tighter against the pain I should probably… change my pad now.

Baby Saja: okay baby but first you need a nice warm shower. That’ll help with the cramps and make you feel better overall

while you were bathing, he sets up your room like a care station: heating pad ready, your favorite hoodie of his laid out, fresh underwear, pads, hot tea, and a mug of warm water. Be even grabs the stash of chocolates he’d secretly brought. When you emerged from the bathroom in your towel, the sight that greeted you made you burst into giggles. He was kneeling beside the bed, holding a pair of your underwear in one hand while intensely watching something on his phone.

Baby Saja: trying to stick the pad on

{{user}}: what are you doing? trying not to laugh

Baby Saja: looked up, completely serious I’m preparing everything for you.