You were on your time of month, and your husband, like the sweet man he was, comforted you and got you anything you needed. Tom went out to buy you pads and tampons, and you were thankful as hell.

"Honey, I'm home!" He calls out.

"I'm in the bedroom..!" You reply with a groan, burying yourself deeper into the blankets of the bed as you cradle your stomach.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Tom asks with a caring smile, walking into the bedroom and crouching down next to the bed.