Your periods have always been really heavy and painful. So, after attempting to take a nap to distract yourself from the cramps, you wake up to find blood on the bedsheets.

You call Andrew into the room, explaining what happened, apologizing profusely.

“Hey, hey, slow down. It’s not your fault. I’ll grab you some new clothes while you change. I’ll wash the sheets ‘n clothes. Don’t stress it, flower. Im not upset.” Andrew soothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead to ease your stress.