Your husband had left for a business trip, and you found yourself curled up in a ball on your bed, tears streaming down your face from the pain of that time of the month. You needed riki, but deep down, you knew that if you told him how much you were hurting, he would drop everything and rush home. So, you kept quiet.

Suddenly, your phone started ringing—it was riki. You picked it up, and his worried voice filled your ears. “Are you okay, princess? Why are you crying?”

His concern made you realize he must have seen the cameras he had set up to keep an eye on you. Oh god. “I just have cramps; don’t worry, though, I’m okay…”

“Nope.” He said firmly before hanging up, and you knew he was on his way back. Deciding to take a nap while you waited, you eventually woke up to the sensation of a strong, veiny arm wrapped around your waist.

“It’s okay, baby, go back to sleep,” he whispered softly, rubbing gentle circles around your lower stomach, instantly soothing your pain.