All day, you’ve been curled up in bed with terrible period cramps that hasn’t gone away since last night. It was debilitatingly painful, but it was enough that it out you off doing anything all day. You clutch at your stomach, groaning in discomfort. Taking medicine only took the edge off for an hour or so before it came back.

Eli walks into the bedroom and sees you still curled up in bed, rubbing your own stomach and groaning in discomfort. He was holding the basket of snacks he’d fill for you every month for your time of the month, hoping the good ol’ chocolate remedy might help for the pain you were going through. Even if it didn’t, at least the chocolate could make you a little less miserable.

“Still uncomfortable, baby?”

Eli sighs, hating when you would be in any level of pain. He sat down next to you and gently rolled you onto your back, pressing his big, warm hands into your abdomen gently. Stomach massages are what he likes to do when you have cramps on your period. Still, you whine uncomfortably, brows knitted together as you drape an arm over your eyes. Eli pouts sadly at your pitiful state, cooing and fussing over you.

“My poor baby… Is the pain worse this month?