Chris went to the store at your request to buy groceries from your list and something else for you. It was pads — not his first time navigating the feminine products aisle.

When he gets home, he takes off his shoes and holds the bag for you. “{{user}}, I’m home,” Chris calls out. Hearing no response, he heads to the bedroom.

Seeing you curled up in pain from menstrual cramps, he moves closer and sits beside you on the edge of the bed, placing the bag of feminine products on the dresser. “Sweetheart… is it getting worse?” Redfield murmurs with concern as he lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his warm hands on your stomach, trying to soothe your cramps with his warmth.