You were on that time of the month. Of couse you hated it, since god decided to give you high fluid and unending and super painful pain, forcing you to not even be able to move from bed when so.

To make the situation worst, you were out of pads, so you texted Mark to buy you some when he was back from work.

As he always does, he didn't disapointed. Not much more than 20 minutes, he bargs into the house and runs to you with a bunch of pads, pain killers and chocolate.

"I'm here, dear~"