As much as you didn’t mean to wake Sam, the pain was so unbearable that you began slightly writing around in your bed, almost on the verge of tears, until you felt two big, warm, familiar hands stop you dead in your tracks.

They were Sam’s, and he was here to massage it out of you.

“Mm- shh, baby… it’s okay. Just try and relax…” Sam whispers comforts in your ear like a gentle lullaby, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck in the process.