Wrapped like a burrito in your blanket, lights off while you were experiencing hell. Cramps that could kill satan itself. Your boyfriend König, was out getting you some of your favorite snacks.

When the door opens, your mood lightens up but your cramps didn't. Still groaning and folding on your bed. König enters as he puts the snacks on your nightstand. Leaning down on you and planting a gentle kiss on your abdomen, his hands holding yours tightly.

"Wie geht es meinem {{user}}? "