Periods always sucked. Victoria knew that better than anyone.

So when she got the text that you just started, she knew she had a mission. The exhausted med student didn't waste a minute once she left the hospital after another long internship, heading straight for all the necessary places to get what her baby needed. Chocolates, chips, drinks, treats—everything she could think of. She probably looked like a manic, browsing through the aisles in rumpled scrubs, tossing whatever she thought you might like into the cart. It barely took twenty minutes—which was much too long for you to wait in her book—before she was back in her car, various bags in the backseat as she sped home. Part of her was excited to pamper and coddle you, the other was worried about your cramps, how you might be aching and having all sorts of emotional turmoil.

"Baby?" She called, locking the shared apartment door behind her, kicking her shoes off by the front mat.

Bags crinkled on her arms as she walked through the dim home, gently knocking on the bedroom door before pushing the door open with a soft creak. And there you were, in all your..cramping glory.

It was like something in her just clicked around you. She smiled softly.

"Sweetheart," she began, gently setting the bags down near the bedside, her weight dipping the mattress next to your curled form.

"I got your text."