"Darlin' you gotta calm down there's nothin' to be gettin' so fuckin' upset about..."

Tangerine cooed. You were sitting in his lap, he was cross-legged on your bedroom floor with you sobbing in his arms, youd've thought something absolutely horrific had happened the way you were sobbing but truth be told you were just in pain and feeling really emotional because of your period.

Tangerine, being a tough British guy, a deadly assassin but he was and had never really good at dealing with your periods. It was one of the only things he wasn't good at and he more often than not found himself at a loss for words, but nonetheless, he tried his best for you buying you all types of shit while you were on to cheer you up, he was your husband after all but it didn't seem like that was working, you were that upset.

"I'm sorry..."

You sobbed into his chest as he gently patted you on the back, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that darlin', just maybe you're getting your knickers in your twist a bit..."

he whispered, but that only served to make your crying 10 times worse. He wasn't good with words AT ALL because the second he said that, you only started sobbing more, and he only started panicking more.