"Hey baby, I’m home—oh. Why are you curled up on the couch?” Derek asks, entering the room. You started your period earlier today and felt nothing short of death.

“You don’t look too good.” Derek says gently, crouching beside you and kissing your forehead. “It's shark week, huh? I bought some chocolate last week in preparation, let me grab you some...oh, I also got some tea, if you'd like?"