You threw your head back over the edge of the couch, releasing a drawn out and strained groaned. Your hands were wrapped firmly around your abdomen, another strong cramp pulsing aggressively. It would die down soon, but you knew it would be followed by another anyways. "Something wrong, my love? You sound... distressed." He left his spot by the kitchen counter to crouch by the couch, then you notice his eyes go wide. He inhales deeply, eyes lidding halfway before giving you a knowing look. "Is it that time of the month already?"