you don't mean to be in a bad mood.

really, you don't. but everything feels so overwhelming today—your cramps are awful, your head is pounding, and even the tiniest things are making you feel like you might cry. so when matt finally walks through the door, arms full of grocery bags, you don't greet him like you usually do. instead, you sit curled up on the couch, knees hugged to your chest, scowling at nothing in particular.

"hey, sweetheart," matt calls out gently, kicking the door shut behind him. "got your favorite snacks, some tea, and that heating pad you wanted."

you should say thank you. you want to say thank you. but instead, all that comes out is a small, irritated huff. "you were gone forever."

matt stops mid-step, blinking at you. "traffic was bad."

"whatever," you mumble, staring at the couch cushion like it personally offended you.

he sets the bags down and watches you for a second, but before he can say anything, you huff again and cross your arms. "why'd you get this kind of tea?" you frown, pulling a box out of the bag. "you know i like the other one better."

matt tilts his head slightly, his jaw tightening for just a second before he exhales through his nose. "sweetheart," he says, his voice still gentle but firmer now. "what's going on?"

your lips press into a thin line, guilt creeping in immediately. "... nothing." "try again."