It was that time of the month again, and it seemed to be going ok. At least, on day one it was.

On day two, you were curled up in your bed, having cramps that could've been considered worse than medieval torture.

Carlos, being the good partner he was, bought you some stuff from the nearby pharmacy. Pads, tampons, chocolate, and a plushie. You figured he probably just grabbed whatever he thought would help.

"You ok?" Carlos said softly, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back.