HE IS SO FINE AND I AM SOFT, THE JAWLINE IS ENOUGH TO KILL A WOMAN. RAZOR SHARP.
anyway here we go again, quick succession writing is something im suddenly getting better at
also im on my period so here we go, a period inspired fanfic pls enjoy
y/m/n = your middle name
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After however many years of having a menstrual cycle, (Y/N) was always unwell for a short while when on.
Cramps. Poops. Nausea. Migraine.
It was like having intense anxiety with seasickness for about three days.
George, being the good boy he is, did anything he could for whilst he was around, but that was only half of the year, so she was handling it alone for a long time. Luckily, it was the summer break, and that meant George was going to experience, in full, what women go through.
George was more than happy to assist his the woman he loved, but was woefully unprepared for the week ahead, since (Y/N) was on the pill throughout their relationship, and made a conscious decision to come off since months prior to this moment.
Day one was the worst of them all, it was challenging. (Y/N) had her (H/C) tied back messily, the headaches and nausea really testing her gag reflex, not to mention the vice grip contractions that were really stirring the pot, feeling a heartbeat in her lower abdomen. Emotions also ran very raw and intense, tears streamed as she watched videos of ducklings and puppies, babies, just anything small, cute and cuddly, sent her into a fit of tears.
It was poor George who was the one who ended up getting his shirt wet with tears, his body acting as a hot water bottle, hands resting on her back and bloated tummy, arms wrapping her in a tangled fashion, not that he could complain. (Y/N) tried to apologise, but George was taking none of it, shushing her and pressing kisses to her forehead.
Day two was a slight improvement; a lighter headache, less nausea, just as intense contractions. This was the first challenge that was brought to Georgie-Boy: sheet washing.
Since George is a male, he had never had to get blood out of, well, anything really. An overnight leak had caused some mild panic in him, thinking there was a murder in the middle of the night, but the rational part of his brain remembered what he was handling yesterday and pinned it down to a rather sizeable yet unfortunate blowout, so to speak. Bless his heart, he decided to run a warm bath with a CBD bath bomb, he did some research and bought a couple, gently woke her up as he began to carry her to the bathroom, placed her on the porcelain throne and helped her change out of the soiled clothing, throwing it into the washing bin.
"Because I don't do this often, what's the best way to wash the stains from the sheets?" George innocently asked, picking the basket and last dirtied item from the floor, placing it in there.
"First, it is a cold rinse to breakdown the compound, then a 60 degree wash with stain remover." She muttered, the early morning call throwing her off track. George just nodded, left the room stripped the covers off the bed, opting to do a full wash. He then headed down to the kitchen to do the wash, soaking the worst for a few minutes before putting everything in the hot wash, letting the kettle boil away before making them both a cuppa and scampering back upstairs.
He walked back into the room, mugs in hand, placing them down on the Ikea bath table they invested in, feeling some eyes staring him down. "What's wrong?" The Brit questioned, turning around as he slowly stripped off his shirt.
"Georgie, I bled on you..." She muttered, feeling guilty, staring at the streaks and dots on his legs.
He just shrugged. "It's a good thing there is a perfectly good, warm, big bath with my favourite person in it right next to me then!" He then gracefully clambered in, blowing a kiss to his lover.
Days three to five improved massively, (Y/N) felt well enough to join George in some light exercise, he obviously had to do harder work, but he was happy to have her with him.
Day six rolled around, bringing George to his second challenge: supply and stock. He realised this as he got a call about a 'code red situation', which did make him laugh.
"Okay, okay, I'll get what you need, I'm currently in Tesco now for the house shop. Don't panic, darling. I'll be home soon, I love you!" Georgie called down the phone, making a 'mwah' noise.
"I love you too!" He received in a dreamy sigh.
George took this as an opportunity to look at building a 'period package'. Grabbing handfuls of snacks, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and headed to the feminine hygiene aisle.
His green eyes scanned the shelves before him, seeing multiple brands, colours, pack sizes. Being a lady of luxury, George decided to treat his beloved to the best brand, but what would she need?
'What do these colours even mean?!' He was so confused, seeing the wide array ahead of him, even narrowing down to the branded products didn't help him at all. At this exact moment, a fan spotted him, being a formula one driver and all, and today was that day. She came over and asked for a photo, whilst in a Williams racing shirt, making George remember his early days. He obliged, thanking the fan for following his career, before deciding to be bold, asking for her help with it all, explaining it was for a friend (their relationship had been secret since the beginning, except for amongst the team, as well as the two members of the rookie trio, Seb and Mick). The fan saw the embarrassment on his face and explained everything, from design, material, all the way to the absorbancy scale.
Never had he been so thankful to run into a random fan in a supermarket.
He quickly thanked the fan, gathered his items and headed to the self check-out, quickly packing all his items away and running back out to his Mercedes, throwing it all in the back and driving home. When he got in through the door, he quietly prepared everything he had bought, including the flowers getting trimmed and the period package getting packed up in a gift basket they kept handy to them.
George made his way upstairs and wandered into their bedroom, seeing a mussed pile of blankets, pillows and a messy mop of (H/C) barely poking out from underneath. He stood their in amazement, thinking to himself being that he's the luckiest man in the world to be able to see her this way when he was home.
"Hello, my darling." (Y/N) mumbled, rolling over after feeling his eyes resting upon where she was laying.
"Hello again, sweetheart..." He mumbled as he watched her stretched. "Come downstairs, I'll make us a dinner, I bought you a small gift, it's down there." He left the doorway with a wink, the young lady intrigued by the notion of a surprise hauling her out of bed. George had already set everything up, so now it was just a case of waiting for the reaction to be given.
As (Y/N) entered the kitchen, she was greeted with the permeating scent of tall stem daisies and freshly cut roses, already taken care of, no prickly business to deal with.
"Georgie..." She muttered, seeing the grin in his face. "These are beautiful."
"Not as much as you." He slyly responded, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Look to your left." He spoke softly, gently using his free hand to guide her head.
(Y/N)'s eyes welled up, seeing everything that George had bought for her, including the massive box of Guylian chocolates. "I know I'm not around much, and that you can't always be with me, but from the beginning and until now, I will always get you what you need, from wherever in the world I am." His words were heartfelt, his slender fingers playing with the rings on her left hand.
"Well, I am touched... I love you, my darling George William Russell." (Y/N) stated with pride, nothing matched her love for him other than her pride in him.
"And I love you, (Y/N) (M/N) Russell. You have sacrificed so much for me, so we can start a future together. I never knew how much you struggled coming off the pill as I wasn't here, and was only here for the fun part," he winked down at his wife, making her cheeks flush pink with the memory of some raunchy nights. "I will never, ever, let you suffer unnecessarily. If you want to go back and speak to a doctor about going back on birth control, you will have my support. One thousand percent." He then pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)'s lips, one hair slowly weaving into the mess of hair, the other reaching for her behind.
(Y/N) gladly took to resting her hands George's Grecian god figure, softly moaning as her hand ran along his abdomen, feeling the definition beneath her fingers. She withdrew from the kiss, staring into his jade eyes. "Georgie, I want to have a child with you, a family with you. I am thrilled for us to be taking this route, and I am more than happy to make this sacrifice for the opportunity. I might have to take a trip back to the doctors about pain management, but we," she said as she nuzzled her face into his neck, peppering soft kisses in the crook. "Deserve to have a child, a family of our own. It will just take time."
"What did I do to deserve you?" He softly groaned, squeezing his wife's derriere and hip.
"We have two months to catch up, I'm down for making up for lost time..." She whispered, teasingly looking up at him through her lashes. "Sadly, we are still a day away from being active."
Well, tomorrow came, and daily physical activity was on the menu, the pair loving their intimate time, no interruptions from needy bosses, sorry Toto. The season began again too soon for the couple, George regretfully leaving (Y/N) behind, but she wouldn't be alone for long, not with their puppy and a positive pregnancy test in her hand, said hand shaking as she showed the driver the test through the camera.
George let out a squeaky sob, catching the attention of Toto and Lewis who were with him after a meeting. After a quick round of hushed congratulations, George sat down, wiping his eyes.
"Well, guess I need to start looking at Ikea nursery sets!" He exclaimed. "I love you so much. I cannot wait for the next race near home, you're coming here, right now."
And with that, he booked her and Lola the puppy tickets to Austria, not wanting anymore distance.