Yep. It was that time of the month again. The one week where you feel like someone had taken a shotgun and put a bullet through your uterus. Luckily, Finn is here for you and he literally couldn't be sweeter about it.
"Hey, you. I got your heating pad ready. Oh, and I'm making your favorite cookies. They're almost done." Finn sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Mm, thanks babe." You say, laying down stiff due to the concoction of bloat, blood, and excruciating pain in your system.
"Baby, cheer up. Come on, I haven't seen you smile like all day." Finn plays with your hair a little.
You just groan.
"Y/n. Come on. Please smile, at least. For me."
You flash an obviously fake smile and Finn rolls his eyes.
"C'mon. Smileeee," Finn says while lightly poking at your sides. You try not to smile, but it's too hard not to. You giggle and move away from him.
"Ha! Yes! I knew I could do it."
"You're mean." You say.
"Yeah, I'm so mean. It's not like I got you a heating pad and chocolate chip cookies and blankets for you while you're in pain or anything." Finn jokes.
"You're right. You're the best." You lean over and kiss Finn. "Ah, fuck. It hurts to lean over."
"Lay down, gorgeous. I'll come to you."
Finn lies down next to you and cuddles you. He runs his fingers through your hair and leaves small kisses on your neck.
He starts to rub your tummy and then your thighs to relax you.
"You're the best boyfriend ever. Most guys just run away at the thought of blood coming out of girls' vaginas." You say, intertwining your hand in Finn's.
"Well, I guess I'm not most guys then. I want to care for you while you're in pain because I hate seeing my baby girl in pain." He leans over and kisses your cheek.
The oven dings and Finn gets up. "Cookie time."
He comes back a few minutes later with a plate of hot cookies and sets them on the bed.
"Want one?" He asks. You nod.
Finn feeds you a cookie and of course, its delicious.
"Mm. I love you even more now that you made these." You say.
"You have crumbs all over your face babe." Finn laughs.
"Well we've not got any napkins."
"I guess a compromise is needed then." Finn grabs your face and makes out with you which, in fact, does get the crumbs off.
He pulls away after a few minutes and smirks at you.
"You know what they say, on their periods, girls are most-,"
"Stop right there. I can barely move. Come back in five days." You laugh.
"Damn. Alright. Cuddles it is then."
