Fyodor was currently very unsure of what to do

You were in his arms, crying because of how much your cramps hurt, loudly cussing in your native language while burying your head in his chest

He tried massaging your stomach.. it just made you cry more, he tried painkillers, they didnt do shit, he tried to give you a hot water bottle, that barely did anything either.

He was almost confused with ehat to do so instead he watched over you carefully as he ran his fingers through your silky hair

"Milaya, you should probably calm down-"