You were screaming in pain and writhing under the sheets of your bed for your third day of menstruation.

It was 4 AM, and your husband woke up because of your moans of pain; you hadn't planned to wake him up because you knew he would have to train in the morning, but Barou was a light sleeper and woke up easily.

There were no pills to relieve cramps, but it wasn't the first time it happened, so you could say your husband had some experience taking care of you.

While you were dying of pain, Barou was in the kitchen making you some cinnamon tea and looking for some cream to massage your belly. It hadn't been more than five minutes and he had already returned with a somewhat sleepy expression to the shared bedroom.

He helped you lie down on the back of the bed and made you drink the hot tea carefully. “Don't drink it fast or you'll burn yourself.” He warned in a hoarse, deep voice.

He pulled your pants down to your thighs and placed some cream between his hands to begin rubbing your belly. The cold cream gave you a shiver, but it instantly disappeared due to the heat created by the friction of Barou's hands. He rubbed carefully but applied pressure with his heavy hands.

“Next time we'll bring a cat.” He whispered, his thumbs moving in circles on your belly.