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You groaned as another intense cramp racked through you. Readjusting your heating pad, sinking deeper under your blankets with a sigh as the heat slowly eased your pain. Pulling the blanket higher around you, you wait for Peter to stop by. It was only the first day of your period, but you wanted the comfort your boyfriend brought. Knowing his patrol just started, you turn on the TV to distract you from the steady ache in your abdomen. Not wanting something you’d have to pay much attention to, you put on The Big Bang Theory . It was a funny, surprisingly scientifically accurate, easy to watch show. Honestly, you were surprised that Peter hadn’t seen it before the two of you got together.
As the episodes went by, your heating pad had quickly stopped being hot and your cramps had picked up in intensity. Not knowing how else to help them be less intense, you tried to find a position that was comfortable to lay in. You’d curled yourself around a pillow, and tried to figure out how much longer until you could take more Pamprin. You heard the window to your bedroom open as Peter tripped on his way into the room. You laughed at Peter’s clumsy nature before quickly groaning at the wave of pain it caused.
Peter got up from where he was sprawled on the ground before pulling his mask off, “Hi bug, how’re you doing?”
“This sucks,” you groan.
“I’m sorry,” Peter works on removing his suit. “What can I do to help?”
“Would you mind reheating this? Then we can cuddle.”
Peter tied his sleep pants and began pulling a shirt over his head, “I’d be happy to. Do you want a bottle of water too? When was the last time you took medicine?”
“Please, and I can take another dose in like thirty minutes.”
Peter bent over to kiss you before stepping out of the room. You smiled, curious how you found such a caring boyfriend. You heard the fridge open then close as you watched the TV. Peter’s footsteps echoed through the apartment as he walked back to your shared room. Peter returned with the bottle of water and freshly warmed heating pad. Handing you the heat pad, Peter walked around the bed to lay beside you.
He pulled you into his side as he laid atop the covers. He rolled you over slightly to press his chest against your back, reaching a hand around you to hold your heat pad in place.
“What time is it?” You asked, having lost track of time waiting for him to get home.
“It’s a little past nine,” Peter checked his phone.
“You’re home early.”
“My phone notified me that your period started today.”
“What?”
You felt Peter shrug at your shocked reaction. “I downloaded the same app you use to track it. I don’t like when you’re in pain, so I like to know when you’re on your period. That way I can make sure to be home sooner in case you need me.”
“That’s sweet,” you teared up. “Sorry, I don’t know why that’s making me emotional.”
“Technically, it’s due to a higher level of hormones. The heightened level of estrogen can make someone more persuaded by their emotional state.”
“Babe,” you laugh, “you’re doing the thing again.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t–”
“No! It’s cute, I love it. I just also love that you have no idea when you’re doing it.”
Peter buried his head against your shoulder. You felt his arm tighten around you.
“What season are we on now?” Peter tried to change the subject.
“It’s the one where Amy and Sheldon become official, and Howard becomes an astronaut,” you explain.
Peter hums in acknowledgement. You take a deep breath, enjoying the simple evening together. You could never get enough of Peter’s attention, loving when he just held you. The two of you settled in for the night, watching TV until you fell asleep. The discomfort and pain of your period ebbed away. The last thing you were aware of before falling into a peaceful sleep was Peter kissing your temple and telling you he loved you.