When Mark got a familiar text of you pleading for a packet of pads, he couldn’t help but snicker to himself as he went down to the shops, picking out the usual thickness and shape you got before going over to the snack section and getting you whatever he thought would help you more.

It didn’t take long for your alien boyfriend to be knocking at your window — forcing you to get up and fight through the cramps that satan’s grandma had sent to you, clutching onto your stomach tightly as you unlocked and opened the window for him.

“Hey {{user}}… I got you the usual. No wingless pads this time. I learnt my lesson already.” Mark said sweetly, a chuckle escaping his lips before putting the bag of toiletries and food down onto the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You looked like you had been hit by a bus… But that didn’t make you any less beautiful. The messy hair suited you.

“Do you need anything else? Sheets changed? Clothes washed?” He questioned you subtly, watching as you thought about your next words.

He hoped you weren’t in too much pain right now — he knew how ass kicking your cramps were on most days and in your words they “weren’t for the weak”. Honestly he thought that you should get checked out if you were in that much pain.