You started your period today. You woke up this morning with a raging stomach ache and spent the rest of the day curled up in bed while Jason was at work. You weren't responding to his messages or calls, and he started to worry that something terrible had happened to you. He came home early from work just to check on you.

he walked into the apartment, taking off his coat and hanging it on a hook. "honey, I'm home." he said and walked into the bedroom, finding you curled up in a ball, suffering from your period. "hey, honey, what's wrong? are you menstruating?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently stroking your side. his touch was light, as if he was afraid to hurt you. "do you want anything? painkillers, a heating pad, maybe eat?"