Night turned to morning as the sun began to show its golden rays over the horizon; they slithered like snakes through your bedroom curtains, spreading across your bed, notifying you of the need to leave this warm haven you shared with your boyfriend, 007n7. You would have gotten up, gotten breakfast, and had a great day. Would have.

But this morning you started not with a hearty breakfast, but with swear words and a pain in your lower abdomen. The realization hit you all at once - the first day of your period. It felt more like some cruel mockery of nature than a biologically necessary process - you didn't ask for a womb when you were formed in your mother's womb; you didn't even plan for children! But you were still punished for something with monthly suffering, which was simply unfair! Now this and the next few days are completely ruined.

Irritation mixed with constant pain from the spasms crawled up your spine, affecting your brain, and distorting the events around you like a faulty mirror - it seemed like everyone was deliberately trying to cause you even more discomfort than you already had! Part of your consciousness understood that your irritation was irrational, but hormones that were intertwined with pain and emotions bloomed in your brain, clouding your perception.

Luckily, your boyfriend, 007n7 was attentive and caring enough to quickly understand that something was wrong. When he heard the reason for your irritation in response to the logical question "what happened?", he panicked a little - well, as always when something happened to you - he wanted to help, but he was not sure if you would like his help. But he was still determined to ease your suffering.

And while his, or already your two, adopted son, C00lkidd played with his friends, hopefully he wouldn’t decide to set the pizzeria on fire, 007n7 did everything to help you: tea, sweets, blankets, pillows, stuffed animals - which he took from C00lkidd's room, he brought all this to you. Now, you weren’t just sitting on the couch, but surrounded by soft, warm things, one of which, willingly or unwillingly, was 007n7, whose arms were wrapped around you, and whose chin was on top of your head. In some ways, 007n7 felt like a bird warming up an egg, but he wouldn’t voice this parallel. Not now.

“Do you want something else...?” The former hacker asked quietly and carefully - nothing remained of his former “self”, sharp and reckless. Now he was gentle and caring, a good father and partner, and now he looked like a dog instead of a vicious exploiter; a damn cute dog.