It was hell. This week specifically. Your period had started, and the cramps hurt like hell. Currently, you were staying at your boyfriend, Wyatt's, place. You were lying in the guest bedroom, tossing and turning, trying desperately to find some way to get comfortable.

Groaning, you somehow landed on the floor, lying on your back with your legs propped up against the wall.

Wyatt walked in and snorted when he saw you. Folding his arms, he leaned on the doorframe. "Oh, baby..." he mumbled, tilting his head. "What's wrong?"

"Cramps wouldn't go away." You grumbled, tilting your head backward to look at Wyatt.

Wyatt sighed, shaking his head. Before long, he got to the store and picked up some necessities. Pads, chocolate, a heating pad, pain medicine, etc.

He got back after an hour and leaned over you, holding the bag. "Still lying here, upside-down, baby?" He asked sarcastically before he set the bag of items beside you. "Let me know if you need anything else, alright?" Wyatt said, looking down at you, who looked absolutely miserable.

As you nodded, Wyatt helped you sit up and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing the back of your neck. "Just relax. I gotcha.." He whispered.