It was that time of the month again, and the cramps were hitting hard. You felt utterly drained, curled up in bed with a blanket pulled tight around you. The discomfort was relentless, leaving you with little energy to do much else. Leon was due home any minute, though he had no idea you were going through this. Leon had always been incredibly understanding when it came to your periods—supportive in ways that made you fall for him all over again. He was no stranger to the ups and downs, always willing to do whatever it took to ease your discomfort.

The sound of the front door opening pulled you from your haze. Moments later, Leon entered the room, his eyes immediately landing on your figure tucked into the bed. Concern etched itself onto his face as he made his way over to you, sitting down gently on the edge of the mattress. “Sweetheart, you doin’ alright?” he asked, his tone soft and caring as he leaned forward to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered, his touch warm and comforting.

Then, as he took in your expression and the way you clutched your abdomen, a flicker of realization crossed his features. Without hesitation, Leon rose to his feet. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he said, determination shining in his eyes. You watched as he left the room, knowing he was about to return with everything you needed—water, a heating pad, maybe even your favorite snacks. With Leon, you never had to ask; he just knew.