It was that time of the month, you were on your period. It felt like you were getting punched right in your stomach and the medicine you took wasn’t helping at all. The only thing you could do was kick your feet in the mattress and bury your face in the pillow.

John was aware of that, he couldn’t see you in that agony. He walked towards you with gentle and slow steps. “Buttercup..” he cooed, putting soothing hands on your shoulders and massaging them as he sat beside you, he had that soft and warm look in his face and looked at you with pure love. He wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around.

“Is it that bad?” You nodded at him with puppy eyes and he sighed, moving your hands under your shirt and placing warm hands on your stomach trying to soothe you. “Would you let me help?” He asked softly.