Dylan was busy packing when he heard a low groan followed by muffled cursing coming from outside his room. He ignored it went back to the task at hand. He hadn't seen Rosalie since their encounter in her office yesterday. They had both gotten busy with the sudden trip they had to take to visit the site of the joint power plant in Atlanta that both their companies were building. The flight was tonight and they only had a few more hours left before they had to leave.

Dylan was distracted once again by the sound of Rosalie's whining and groaning which was getting louder. He had assumed she would be busy packing too, but now he was starting to get a little worried about what was going on with her. Dropping the shirt he was holding into his suitcase, he set out to see what all the ruckus was about.

He knocked on her door and when he didn't hear a response, he slowly let himself in. The room was very dimly lit, with only the light of the lamps on her nightstands. They were placed on each side of the bed that lied against the front wall. The couch on the right had an open suitcase with only a few things inside it. Rosalie was lying down at the left side of her bed with her knees bent towards her chest. She had wrapped herself up in a blanket like a burrito and only her hair was visible from this angle.

Rosalie heard Dylan walk in and turned her head around to send him away. Another cramp twisted her insides and she winced in pain.

Every once in a while, Rosalie would get an immensely painful period. Sometimes it would pass without even a single cramp, and other times, it felt like Satan himself had taken up residence inside her uterus. Unfortunately, this was one of those times.

"Go away, Dylan. Now is not a great time for sex," she rolled her eyes and turned back.

"Damn, Rose. I'm not an animal. I just came to check on you because I could hear you all the way from my room," Dylan informed.

"Don't call me that," Rosalie snapped back.

"What, Rose?" Dylan asked, amused. "You don't seem to mind it when I call you that during sex," he smirked at her.

"You call me a lot of things during sex. Those don't count," she replied, irritated.

"If you say so, Rose," he said putting emphasis on the name.

Rosalie was in too much pain to argue so she just tried to get out of bed and make her way to the bathroom. Dylan watched her slowly get up and make her way to the closet door in the left wall. She stumbled on her way and Dylan raced towards her, catching her before she could fall. She was wearing sweatpants and a black tank top. Her hair was tied up and beads of sweat laced her forehead. 

"Hey, are you okay," Dylan asked, concern lacing his voice.

Rosalie steadied herself with Dylan's support. "Yeah, just some nasty cramps," she informed and finally let go of his arm.

On her way to the bathroom, she turned around and looked at Dylan. "Do you think you could get me some painkillers? I'm all out," she requested.

She didn't want to ask him for his help. He would probably say no, but she didn't have a choice. She had already popped the two pills she had and if she wanted to make it onto the flight tonight, she'd need more. However, Dylan surprised her when he agreed and left to buy the medicine.

Rosalie was back in her bed and skipping through the channels on the large flatscreen TV that hung in front of her, looking for something to distract herself from the pain, when Dylan walked in with a shopping bag in his hand. He made his way into the room and came to stand next to her.

"Here's the ibuprofen," he took out a pack of Advil and placed it on the nightstand next to her.

"I also got you this," he said as he took out a heating pad and handed it to her.

Rosalie took it from his grasp while she stared at him, confused. She tried to formulate a question to ask him how he knew it would help but no articulate thoughts formed in her head. Instead the only thing she managed to say was, "How..." before she trailed off.

Dylan plugged in the heating pad as he began explaining. "I did a quick google search to see what would help," he informed.

"It also said having an orgasm might be good for the pain," he gave her a devilish grin.

Rosalie just glared at him, unamused.

"So that's out of the question then," he chuckled but Rosalie's expression didn't falter.

"Jeez, I'm just kidding," he finally threw his hands up in surrender.

"Here. Maybe this will cheer you up," he offered as he emptied the shopping bag onto the bedside table and a bunch of candy bars fell out. Rosalie couldn't help the smile that forced itself on her face, until her thoughts replaced it by confusion.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She cocked her head and asked.

"I told you, I'm not an animal," Dylan rolled his eyes at her as he made his way around the bed.

Rosalie picked out a snickers bar from the table and began unwrapping it when she felt Dylan fall next to her on the bed with a thud. He pulled his shoes off and sat up against the headboard with his legs crossed over each other on the bed.

"So what are we watching?" He asked, staring at the TV.

When Rosalie didn't answer, he turned to look at her and was met with a horrified look on her face.

"Relax, Rose. I'm not gonna bite," he shook his head in amusement. "Unless you want me to," he added with a wink.

Rosalie rolled her eyes at him. "Why must you insist on calling me that?"

"Your name is too long," he just shrugged.

She groaned, giving up. "Anyway, we're not watching anything because we have a flight to catch," Rosalie pointed out.

"I cancelled it. We'll just go tomorrow," Dylan told her as he picked up the remote control.

"What? Why?" She questioned, obviously shocked.

"I just thought you wouldn't wanna travel given your... condition." He explained, unbothered by her reaction.

"But the meeting is tomorrow," Rosalie exclaimed.

"I told them to delay it. Don't worry," Dylan reassured.

Rosalie couldn't understand why Dylan was being so kind to her. Even though it boggled her mind, she still appreciated it. She had never expected him to have a caring side. But then again, she had never taken the time to get to know him. She had only known him as the player who jumped from one girl to the next in a matter of days. Ever since they had been married, he had almost always been a complete pain in the ass. In all fairness, though, she had been the same. Maybe she had judged him too soon. She had just believed what the world had called him: a heartless fuckboy.

"So did you decide what you wanted to watch," Dylan asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Anything except horror," she asserted while munching on her chocolate bar.

"Well now we must watch a horror movie," he said with his devilish smile.