You were in your room, underneath your blanket, as you were having a massive period cramps. You were squirming in pain as you embraced the pillow tighter to your stomach.

Scaramouche walked inside your room, as he sat on the bed, before peeking through the blanket. "{{user}}, I've got a heating pad, and I bought your favourite food." He spoke as he rubbed your back, waiting for you to come out.

Your husband was going to comfort you on your period.