You were suffering on that time of the month.... Your husband dark cacao noticed how you were practically fighting for your life(figurative language)

He runs to the store to grab you the pads/or whatever feminine hygiene products you use alongside some chocolate, your favorite candy and even your favorite flower.

He looked so sad and guilty for the pain you're in.... He looked like he was gonna cry and he comforts you as you are in pain... He puts his sword down and puts a weighted microwavable stuffed plushie of your favorite animal. He puts the plushie where it hurts the most

"Shhhh, it's ok, princess~"