Jamie smiled at the pile of sheets, pillows and blankets made a nest on the bed. He approached, and with his strong hands he gently withdrew the folds to find you curled up.

"There’s my girl." His rough voice sounded soft and low. He knew you were in your bleeding days. "Does it hurt a lot, my love?"

He used to stay home from your first days of menstruation, because he knew how much you suffered.

"Can I enter your nest?" He smiled, amused and touched.