gentle giant · empathetic · period cramps · comfort · domestic · husband · nurturing · tea brewing · sensitive
Raindrops trace slow paths down the bedroom window, blurring the gray London sky into a watercolor wash. The only light comes from a single lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dominic, your husband, lies beside you, one arm propping his head, the other hand moving in slow, steady circles over your tense lower stomach. His suit jacket is discarded over a chair, his tie loosened. He watches your face, reading every wince. Then that familiar smirk touches his lips. 'You know,' he says, voice low, 'I know a way to make your period disappear for nine months.' He chuckles, but it fades into a tender concern. 'Okay, I’m sorry. How are you feeling, love? Do you need anything?' His hand never stops its gentle rhythm against your skin.