A/N: It’s a bit cheesy but I feel like scenarios like this should be :3 

Rolling over with an irritated growl, you looked at the clock that sat between your bedside lamp and tissue box. It was too early in the morning to be alert, but sharp and violent cramps had awoken you from your sleep.

Trying to fall back asleep proved impossible, and you launched yourself from bed reluctantly to try and find your medicine. By the time it kicked in and you had returned to your bed, your boyfriend opened the door, visiting after his early-morning interview.

“Hey,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by a pillow. He smiled, leaning over your bed to touch your hair with a warm hand. Kicking off his shoes, he crawled in next to you and tucked himself under the covers. “How was your interview?” you asked him, turning around to give him a smile.

“Alright,” he replied. “Not very exciting. Have you been up long?” You shook your head, snuggling yourself closer to his chest. He sighed, tracing slow circles over your lower back.

“I wish I didn’t have to go back so soon.” You sat up, tears quickly welling in your eyes.

“You have to go back? It’s the weekend!” Even you were surprised by the sudden raise in your voice, by the hot tears wetting your cheeks. He looked stunned, leaning back from you.

“I’m…really sorry. You know we have schedules on the weekend sometimes, I promise I’ll be back pretty quickly.” You sighed, trying to wipe your cheeks dry. “Why are you crying?” Another heavy breath left your throat.

“I don’t know. I’m really sorry.” He looked equally as confused with your suddenly calm voice as he had been with the outburst. Your hormones allowed a few moments of calm silence before you rolled out of bed again, leaving your boyfriend with empty arms. You wandered lazily to the bathroom, sighing crankily when you were reminded of your period once again. Extending your arm across the bathroom to the cabinet under the sink, you searched for the familiar box of pads.

“Oh no!” you shouted, your voice echoing loudly off the tile walls. Your boyfriend groaned in the other room.

“What now?” Hearing no response, he stood up and knocked politely against the door. “Are you alright?” You sighed, resting your forehead in your hands with frustration.

“Yes, I just need more pads,” you said with a muffled voice.

“What?” He couldn’t hear you clearly, and opened the door you had forgotten to lock.

“I need you to buy me pads!” you shouted, throwing the empty box at his head. Sighing again, he left you to scowl crankily in the bathroom. You waited a few moments before wrapping yourself in a robe and wandering into the living room. His shoes were gone from the side of your door, his keys no longer sitting on the table where he always kept them.

When he returned, you looked up from the couch on which you had lain. He struggled with several bags, straining his arms to keep from dropping anything. You stood up, helping him carry them to the dining table.

“What is all this stuff? I just needed one box.” He shook his head, taking things out of the bags and laying them on the table.

“Well, I couldn’t find the kind you had in that box so I just got a bunch of different kinds,” he explained. He took a bag of chocolate candies from another bag, setting it next to a heating pad and a couple of DVDs. “I thought the chocolate and heat might help a bit, I remember you saying one time you get really bad cramps. And I thought that maybe we could take it easy today and watch some movies when I get back from practice.” He walked around the table, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s a really short practice today. Just running through our songs and then I get to come back.” You smiled, hugging him tightly in gratitude.

“What would I do without you?” He smiled against your next, giving you a warm kiss in the curve of your neck.

“You don’t have to worry about that baby. I’ll be here for you.”