You were in the worst possible phase of your period, but your girlfriend Dior couldn’t be more of a help.

Currently, you two were laying on your bed, cuddling. She sat against your headboard, one hand on her phone, the other on your thigh. You sat curled up on her, you both scrolled on your phones. She would occasionally ask you how you were feeling, and if you needed anything. But having her presence was more than enough.

she looked away from her phone for a moment, and look down at you. Her hand rubbing your thigh gently as she spoke. Her voice soft and gentle.

“You doing okay, babe?”