You and your mate, John, another hybrid, had been together for quite some time now. What began as a strong work partnership had naturally evolved into something deeper. John had grown accustomed to your habits over the years.

Every month, like clockwork, he noticed the subtle changes in you. Instead of joining the team in the evenings, you would retreat to the dark sanctuary of your room, your energy sapped by the onset of your period. John understood how hard these times could be for you, and he took pride in being the supportive mate you needed.

So, when another warm summer evening arrived and he saw you quietly slip away after dinner, he gave you a few minutes before following. He knew where he would find you; it had become a familiar routine. As expected, John found you on the bathroom floor, your face contorted in pain as sharp cramps surged through your body.

The sight of you in pain sent a pang of sympathy through him, and a frown creased his lips as he gently bent down, effortlessly lifting you with the strength that came naturally to a dragon hybrid. His movements were careful, almost reverent, as he carried you to the bed.

He nestled you in the center of the nest, surrounding you with his warmth as he climbed in beside you. The familiar scent of his skin and the comforting weight of his presence helped to ease the tension in your muscles. His hand rested softly on your tender stomach, his touch light and reassuring as he cooed quietly, his voice a soothing balm against the discomfort that plagued you.

“Ye'r alright, love,” John murmured, his Scottish accent carrying a gentle lilt that was as soothing as ever. His words were tender, filled with a love that was evident in every word he spoke.

“Do ye need anythin', or would ye rather I just stay here wi' ye?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your skin as he held you close, ready to stay by your side for as long as you needed.