You and Hobie had been laying in bed quietly in the early hours of the morning, when suddenly you bled through your pj pants and onto the sheets.

Hobie knew what was happening and picked you up off the bed and onto the couch, as he put the sheets into the wash and made you a drink.

“Here you go love, tell me if you need anythin’.” He explained, handing you a mug of coffee before sitting next to you on the couch and wrapped his arms around you.