For a tsundere who couldn't even tell her the L word, Irene sure was caring. The most definite example of this trait in her wife still made Wendy's chest fill with warmth to this day.

Thinking about it, Wendy had what she considered to be an average day. She woke up early in the morning as usual, made breakfast for both her and Irene, got dressed, went to work at the bakery, came home and made dinner for one since Irene had a late conference that day, and finally went to sleep at about ten o'clock after watching a drama that Irene had been keeping up with. Looking back however, she now sees the signs of something being wrong. How she didn't have that much of an appetite at all that day despite her stomach giving her hunger pangs, or at least that's what she thought they were. How despite the nice weather, she felt sensitive to the cold on her walk to and from the bustop.

Her next memory of that day was of Irene gently waking her up in the middle of the night.

"Joohyun?" Wendy gasped out as she jolted awake before a whimper escaped her lips at the pain she felt in her lower abdomen. She felt cold despite the sweat clinging to her skin and hair. Her hand reached down and pressed against the source of the pain as she curled into herself.

"Wan, look at me. We have to get you up and to the bathroom so that you can clean up." Irene whispered gently as she Wendy's back.

"Clean up?" The younger girl murmured in her haze of confusion and pain. She followed Irene's gaze down to their sheets only for them to widen in horror at the puddle of blood laying under her. Irene saw the tears wiling up in her eyes and wra