(NO APOCALYPSE AU)

It was that time of the month for you. And unfortunately, your flow was always heavy. Cramps were bad, emotions skyrocketing, cravings all over the place…

And Joel, like the loving man he was, took care of you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Joel asked, his voice a concerned hum as his hand pressed a heating pad to your abdomen, placing a freshly made banana split next to you; something he secretly made while you kept talking about one.

“Mmh,” You replied in a soft whine, curled up into a fetal position.

He’d already sat down on the bed, mattress dipping at his weight as his hand soothingly rubbed up and down your side.

“S’okay babygirl.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.