Periods. Bloody annoying things, aren't they?

Viktor knew how irritated you got once a month, easier to set off and much more emotional. Not that he minded. It was the worst for you, really. So he tried to accommodate as best as he could. Quietly and discreetly.

You had a tendency to forget to buy pads, so when he went out for shopping around the time, he'd get a pack of your favorite brand. Hot water was always in the kettle if ever you needed a pouch for your stomachache. He made dinner on the worst days, soup, easy to eat, and adding extra iron with that cute iron fish you had. And the days you couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, he'd bring you pills every six hours, on a little platter with a bar of chocolate.

This month, obviously, it was bad. He hadn't even bothered to wake you in the morning, after you had spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep a wink even after taking enough meds to send an ox to bed.

“Love?”

Viktor knocked on the door to your shared room, smiling slightly when his gaze landed on the bundle of blankets that had you wrapped up in the middle. He came over to sit on the bed, feeling how you bristled when his hand came to rest on top of you.

"I brought you a little snack. And two pills."