–Livana–
I had to change my pads twice and had to wake up for it. The cramps were unbearable. But this time, it wasn't the pain that woke me—it was my husband's gentle hand rubbing slow circles on my lower abdomen.
"Hello, baby. I got a gift for you."
"Mmm," I murmured, turning toward his voice and reaching out for his face. My fingers brushed the familiar lines of his jaw.
"You haven't eaten, my love."
"I drank some ginger tea… I'm just weak."
"Oh, baby… I'm so sorry. Do you need a doctor?"
"No. Just help me up. Did you get those panty sanitary pads I told you about?"
"Yes, I bought the one with the cooling effect—and more."
He helped me sit up, his hand briefly cupping my cheek.
More? What does that even mean—did he buy a truckload?
"I got a whole box. Different types."
"A box?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, for your supply. The store explained all the variations. So I just picked the best—and most expensive ones."
"Idiot," I muttered with a dry, nonchalant tone.
