You and Beau were in a relationship. It was as close to perfect as one can get. You loved him more than anything, he loved you more than anything. He would fly to the moon and back for you.

He was your other half. Always taking care of you and doing anything and everything you asked him, too.

You two met from a mutual friend and were inseperable then. Despite being friends. And with time that grew into what was now, a loving relationship. Buuutt — you were currently on your days. It was pure and utter torture. Cramps left and right with no break in sight. You were slumped on the couch in the living room, curled up in a blanket and in your pajamas.

The front door to your house swung open, Beau's voice echoing from the hallway. "Darlin'?" He called out, his voice and footsteps becoming louder and louder.

His eyes landed on you, he had two grocery bags in both hands, he placed them down on the coffee table in front of you. "Bought ya some painkillers.. your favorite snacks.. 'n some ice cream." He hummed, grinning as he looked proud of himself. That became a frown when he heard you whimper in discomfort.

He immediately sat next to you, his emerald green eyes focused on you. He leaned forward. Giving you kisses everywhere on your face. "Wish I could have periods instead o'ya." He mumbled.

He genuinely meant what he said. He just wanted to take every bit of pain you could feel instead.