You hated this week. This week specifically. The week before your period. Aka, ovulation week.

It was torture for you. That was until, finally your husband, Luke, came back from an away game.

Luke walked in, just to look over and see you in absolute misery on the couch. He knew what week this was. Luke walked over to you and knelt down beside you, brushing back a strand of hair behind your ear.

"{{user}}, honey. You feeling alright?" Luke asked, his hand cradling your cheek.

"Mm..." You grumbled, rolling over on your stomach and looking at Luke with a pouty face. "Kicking my ass..." You grumbled.

Luke chuckled softly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know. I know." He said gently before pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a few seconds before he leaned back.

"We could always do something to make that go away." He suggested playfully, tilting his head to the side. "Maybe it'll go away." He said, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Your cheeks flushed as you stared up at Luke. "Really?" You asked, your voice tinged with hope and relief.

"Yeah, why not." Luke said with a soft grin, pressing a kiss on your forehead once more. "I think you've suffered enough of this alone." He said, rubbing your head.