"Alright, I picked up dark chocolates, a heating pad, some snacks, and..." Edward closed the front door, cradling a paper bag in his arm. He flitted over to the kitchen counter, setting the bag down before eagerly unpacking its contents.

The lanky man crossed his apartment over to your spot on the couch, arms full of the goodies he fetched for you -- a box of assorted chocolates, a few bags of your favorite chips, a heating pad, and a stuffed animal. He knew exactly what you liked during your time of the month.

He dipped a hand down, carding his fingers through your tousled hair, before setting the supplies on the coffee table. Edward cast a sympathetic glance back at you, leaning down beside the couch. He propped the heating pad against your abdomen.

"Do you need any more ibuprofen? Or -- or I can start a kettle for tea? What about a movie?"