You were curled up on the couch, a blanket tucked around you as you scrolled half-heartedly through your phone. Every so often, you winced, clutching your stomach when another cramp hit. The heating pad you’d been too tired to grab felt like a distant dream, and the last thing you wanted was to move.

Rafe walked in, his gaze instantly settling on you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but concerned.

You glanced up, managing a weak smile. “Just my period. Nothing to worry about.”

But Rafe didn’t just brush it off. His brows furrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a line like he was calculating something. Without saying another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

You blinked, confused but too tired to ask where he was going. You figured he had something to do or somewhere to be, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t exactly fun to hang around someone miserable and cranky.

Fifteen minutes passed, and just as you were about to settle into the idea of a lonely night, the front door swung open again. You sat up slightly, peering over the couch as Rafe walked back in, arms full of bags.

“Rafe?” you asked, your voice tinged with confusion.

“What?” he said casually, like this was completely normal. “I didn’t know what to get, so I just got everything.”

He dropped the bags onto the coffee table and started unloading like a man on a mission. Chocolate bars—your favorite kinds—were the first to hit the table, followed by a heating pad still in its packaging, a bottle of water, and your go-to comfort drink. He even pulled out a pint of ice cream and a fuzzy pair of socks.