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Cramps stopped your sleep at about 6 in the morning. You groaned, rolling out of bed to use the restroom. Your predictions had been right, you started your period last night. Thankfully you had been smart enough to wear a overnight pad to bed, and switched it out for a fresh one.

With a sigh, you shuffled out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to get some water and painkillers. You knocked back the tablets, and unfortunately felt wide awake, thanks to the overwhelming pain in your abdomen.

You didn't even make it back to your bed, opting to curl up on the couch in the fetal position. A few minutes later, when you were half-asleep and in a position that willed away enough pain to sleep, you felt the couch dip down beside you and someone wrap their arms and a blanket around you. You smiled ever so slightly, snuggling back into who you knew to be Mark.

A few hours later, you awoke again, this time to the smell of pancakes cooking and the sound of bacon sizzling. You bundled yourself in the blanket and walked over to Mark, who was at the stove making breakfast. "Morning Y/N." He greeted you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

"Morning." You pressed a kiss to his bare back, and smirked when you felt him shiver underneath your lips.

"So why were you on the couch this morning?"

"Couldn't make it back to bed from the kitchen, I had some cramps."

"Aw, are you feeling better?"

"For now, I took some pain meds." You explained, getting on your tiptoes to reach up and grab a couple plates from a cabinet.

After Mark stacked a couple pancakes and some strips of bacon onto each plate, you carried both over to the breakfast bar. You declared a lazy day for yourself due to your condition, and Mark said he'd participate in some of it with you. So you were snuggled up in his side flicking through Netflix on the TV while he replied to a few tweets and business emails on his phone. Finally, you decided on The Lion King, the soundtracks being one of your favorites from old animated Disney movies.

You laughed as Mark dramatically sang along to The Circle of Life, then continued to watch Nala and Simba's adventures. When it came for Scar to kill Mufasa, you burst into tears. Sure, this part always made you sad, but you never broke down into sobs like now.

"Y/N, are you alright, love?" Mark asked, pausing the movie.

You could only manage to choke out a couple words. "Simba isn't..."

"Oh babe come here." He opened his arms wide for you and you climbed into his lap, crying into his chest.

Mark held you tightly in his arms through your tears until your eyes finally dried. You gave one last sniff before picking up the remote. "I'm okay now."

"You sure?"

"Mood swings, sorry." You smiled, kissing him before turning around to play the movie again.

When the movie ended, Mark declared he had to go do some editing, and you complained. "Why?" You whined.

"Because it's my job." He explained, standing up.

"It's always about your stupid 'job'!" You snapped, and immediately regretted it. "I'm so sorry, Mark. I didn't mean it."

"Yeah," he sighed, kissing your forehead. "Mood swings."

You watched him leave, feeling remorseful. Not sure what else to do, you chose another movie, discontent with being alone on the couch. Partway in, you could feel the pain medication start wearing off, and at the halfway point your cramps came back in full-force.

"Fuck." You groaned, curling up in the fetal position, holding your abdomen. "Fuck!"

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Mark rushed out of the room he records and edits in.

"Cramps. Can you get me a heating pack and some ibuprofen, babe?"

"Of course!" He just about ran into the kitchen.

You listened to the microwave hum and Mark rifle through the medicine cabinet then pour out a couple tablets. He brought out the heating pack, water, and pain relief.

"Thank you." You smiled, taking the medicine and pressing the heating pack to your stomach. It immediately felt scalding against your skin. "Ow! That's really hot!"

"I'm so sorry, Y/N!" Mark began profusely apologizing, and you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom and let it cool down a little bit, okay?"

He gave you a relieved smile. "Okay, I'll be here."

You could feel the cold from the tile seep into your socks, and that only made the cramps worse. You changed out pads and such as quickly as you could, then stopped in front of the mirror to take in your appearance for a moment. There were bags under your eyes from the short cut sleep, your boobs were definitely swollen and tender to the touch, you were bloated, hadn't showered yet, and you just felt overall disgusting.

You determined that you were going to shower tomorrow, knowing that your cramps eased up on your second day. Shuffling out of the bathroom, you yawned, then your eyes were met with something unexpected. Mark was kneeling beside the couch with hydrogen peroxide and a towel, wiping at a blood stain.

You merely stood there in shock, embarrassed and grateful. Mark must have sensed your presence or something, because he turned around and gave you a big, sheepish grin. "Hey, I didn't know how to remove the blood, so I looked it up and it said to use hydrogen peroxide. I think its working."

You were tearing up now, partly from shame and partly from gratefulness. "Thank you, you really didn't have to do this."

"It's okay, really, I don't mind! You've got other things going on right now."

"So do you though, you've got a job and stuff." You wiped at your tears as he stood and took off the latex gloves he had put on to clean.

"Hey, you know I would drop everything for you, right?"

You could only nod as he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. "Sorry for bleeding on your couch." You mumbled against his chest.

"It's not like you could've controlled it." Mark assured you, squeezing you a bit tighter.

"That's true."