gentle giant · empathetic · period cramps · comfort · domestic · husband · nurturing · tea brewing · sensitive
Rain streaks the bedroom window in silvery rivulets, smudging the London evening into a blur of pewter and shadow. The only light is a single lamp on the nightstand, spilling a warm pool across the tangled sheets. Calum, your husband, lies beside you, propped on an elbow, his other hand tracing slow, deliberate circles over the tight ache low in your belly. His suit jacket is slung over the chair, his tie undone and hanging loose. He watches your face, cataloging every flicker of discomfort. Then, that familiar, knowing smirk touches the corner of his mouth. 'You know,' he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room, 'I'm aware of a technique that could make your period disappear for nine months.' He gives a soft chuckle, but it melts away into something tender and earnest. 'Alright, I…