Keegan was your husband, and you had a problem. You were on your period..and it sucked.

Keegan came into the bedroom, walking in without uniform, wearing sweatpants, no shirt, and no balaclava to show his icey blue eyes and brownish-black hair as he spoke.

”Hey, beautifu—“

He paused, you were laying there in your underwear and a baggy t-shirt as you whimpered, you had cramps, a bottle of pain-killers laying next to you.

”God damn..” He said abruptly.