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You awaken abruptly, to an unfortunate damp sensation settling between your legs. A groan escapes you at the thought of the messy state the sheets are likely now in. Slowly, you drag yourself up, not wanting to wake your sleeping husband. It's fairly early still, and you hate the thought of stealing away his rest.
In a careful movement, you peel back the bedding, and sure enough a splash of scarlet lies beneath the blankets. Already brimming with emotion, you feel like crying at the sight. The last thing you want to deal with as the cramps begin to take hold is this. Right now you just wish you were back dreaming.
With Din still asleep, you can't very well strip the bed now. However you know you need to get a move on with things before the pain becomes unbearable. As soon as you attempt to leave the bed, Din begins to stir. Groggily he takes the scene in, curls in an adorable mess, and eyes still adjusting. Yet even through the sleep induced fog he can tell something is wrong.
“Hey,” he says, reaching to gently rub your arm. “Everything okay?”
For some reason, with your swirling hormones, this breaks you. Tears prick your eyes as you answer, “I just-I didn’t catch it in time, and there’s blood everywhere. Now I have to clean all this up before the cramps get worse. I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you, you need your sleep.”
“Hey, hey, it's okay,” Din soothes. He gives you a thoughtful look, then carefully wraps you in a hug. The comfort that comes from the motion is instantaneous. As much as you yearn to remain in his embrace, you desperately need to get to the refresher. You need to feel clean again.
“I need to go change and get fresh sheets,” you mumble into his bare chest before getting up.
“Listen, go clean up and I'll take care of the bed,” he urges. “You don't need to worry about that now.”
The gentle firmness of his words, and the crease of his brow make you realize there's no point in debating. Instead, you let yourself be grateful. Truthfully you didn't even have it in you to argue at the moment anyway; you just want to be clean.
In your haste you realize you've forgotten fresh clothes. As if on cue, Din enters the refresher with a handful of comfort items as you're prepping the water. It thoughtfully includes one of his more loose, worn shirts he knows you favor; one that fits even over your plush curves.
After taking a moment to freshen up himself, he’s off to attend his own tasks, leaving you alone. The steam from the shower floods the room, the warmth radiating from it already providing solace. Despite the alluring comfort the water brings, it doesn't take you long to rinse the night away.
It's as you're finishing getting dressed that a new wave of cramps rolls through your stomach. The pain is so overwhelming it nearly topples you to the floor, leaving you gripping the edge of the sink for stability. The aching sensation draws another groan from you which captures Din’s attention. He’s swift in coming to your aid. Through blurry vision you make out him trying to guide back to your adjoining bedroom.
“Just relax, riduur,” Din says, helping you settle onto the fresh gray sheets. “I brought you a little something to eat, so you can take your pain meds. I know you can get nauseous.”
Sure enough, in the middle of the bed lies a tray filled with crackers, a flagon of juice, and buttersweet puffs. The sight of the pastry manages to force a smile out of you; they're a favorite of yours and rarity on Nevarro. But, of course Din was able to obtain some.
“You found buttersweet puffs?” you beam.
“On our last trip to Coruscant, and I hid a few cartoons away for times like this.” He offers a soft smile, and takes a seat next to you on the bed.
“You really are the best,” you say, fighting off tears once more.
Din smirks at the remark, reaching to gently rub away a stray tear under your eye. The simple gesture is so soothing, you wish you could melt into the touch. If not for the nagging pain searing through your abdomen, you would, but unfortunately it needs fixing. Slowly, you take a few bites of a puff, before graciously downing some pain meds. Hopefully they won't take long to kick in.
“Why don't you just stick me in a bacta tank until this is over?” you jokingly groan, clutching your stomach.
Din’s expression is sympathetic but words are amused when he replies, “I don’t think it works like that, cyar’ika. If it's any consolation though, I'll be here until it eases up. And as long as you need me.”
A warmth settles over you from your position nestled amongst the pillows. As Din leans in to press his forehead to yours in Keldabe kiss, the feeling consumes you entirely. There is no denying the smile begging to shine across your features.
“Din, your presence alone is always enough to comfort me,” you whisper against him, face still aglow.
The sentiment elicits a chuckle from him, a sound that’s sweeter than any song. Din pulls back, only to press a kiss to your lips, brief but ardent. If only the pain meds took effect as swiftly and efficiently as the euphoria it brought. Even so, you feel them slowly begin to work; the pain gradually easing up.
Seemingly sensing you starting to relax more, Din pulls up your favorite blanket enveloping you both. Strong arms pull you closer to him, furthering the feeling of a soft security. Din was never the best at looking after himself, but when it came to you it was an entirely different story. He was always going to make sure you were cared for and loved.
“If you want, we can even watch one of those holofilms you love,” Din suggests, absentmindedly playing with your hair.
“That would be perfect,” you say, holding back a laugh. You know full well he’ll fall asleep during it, but you don’t care. To be here in his arms, feeling so loved, is perfect.