Jordan had no idea what he had walked into.

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders, eyes fixed on your phone with a deep scowl. The cramps had been torturing you all day, and to make things worse, everything and everyone felt ten times more annoying than usual.

"Hey, babe," Jordan greeted, plopping down beside you, his usual bright energy filling the room. "How's my girl?"

Your glare was immediate. "Terrible."

His smile faltered. "Okaay… want me to get you anything? Ice cream? Chocolate? A new boyfriend?"

You let out a sharp exhale, unimpressed. "Maybe just some peace and quiet."

Jordan blinked, clearly trying to process the unexpected coldness. He lifted his hands in surrender. "Got it. No jokes. Just tell me what you need."

You didn't even know what you needed. Comfort? Silence? For the universe to stop being annoying? Your emotions were all over the place, and somehow, Jordan breathing next to you was getting on your nerves.

He shifted, hesitating before saying, "I love you?" like it was a question.

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. "Jordan, I swear—"

"Okay! Okay! I'm gonna stop talking." He stood up, backing away dramatically like you were a ticking time bomb. But instead of leaving, he walked over to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a hot water bottle, a chocolate bar, and your favorite hoodie of his.

You stared at the items in his hands, then at his face, his usual grin softer now.

"You don’t have to talk," he said, setting everything beside you. "But if you want me to stay, I will. If not, I’ll leave you alone. Your call, babe."