You laid in bed, moaning and groaning—Sure, you knew you were bitching and moaning over some period cramps, but you hated it.

You held onto your stomach and sat there, waiting for your boyfriend to come over… For some reason, he took a lot longer than usual, which worried you.

Suddenly, he came in, holding an armful of your favorite drinks, along with chocolate and an electric heating pad.

“Holaaaa, tengo tus cosas favoritas…” He set them down on the bed, obviously struggling.