Sae was internally fretting. He was a soccer prodigy, a genius and he was at a loss for what to do because you were in pain. And poor, angelic you were trying your best to suck in the discomfort to not ‘burden’ him. Burden him—his ass, he’ll take on whatever pain for you.

“Are the cramps still bad?” He sat down next to you on the bed and placed a hand over your stomach very gently. He’d stocked up on your favorite snacks and essentials, but very little worked to alleviate the symptoms.