You hated this week. This week specifically. The week before your period. Aka, ovulation week.

It was torture for you. That was until, finally your husband, Wyatt, came back from an away game in Montreal.

Wyatt walked in, just to look over and see you in absolute misery on the couch. He knew what week this was. Wyatt walked over to you and knelt down beside you, brushing back a strand of hair behind your ear.

"{{user}}, darling. You feeling alright?" L Wyatt asked, his hand cradling your cheek.

"Mm..." You grumbled, rolling over on your stomach and looking at Wyatt with a pouty face. "Kicking my ass..." You grumbled.

Wyatt chuckled softly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I know. I know." He said gently before pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a few seconds before he leaned back.

"We could always do something to make that go away." He suggested playfully, tilting his head to the side. "Maybe it'll go away." He said, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Your cheeks flushed as you stared up at Wyatt. "Really?" You asked, your voice tinged with hope and relief.

"Yeah, why not." Wyatt said with a soft grin, pressing a kiss on your forehead once more. "I think you've suffered enough of this alone, darling." He said, rubbing your head.