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That came natural as a dream you didn't know that you were in

Summary:

Cramps are bad. Andrew is not.

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Your cramps have been fairly relentless for the last few hours, waking you from your sleep and leaving you curled in the foetal position as your body shakes with heaving sobs. You don’t have the energy to go and get painkillers or a hot water bottle, so you’re just staying as still as you possibly can in the hope that it’ll fade on its own.

“Love?” Andy’s speech is slurred with sleep as he peers at you through bleary eyes. When he takes in your tear-stained cheeks, awareness slams into him and he’s straight by your side. He curls his body around yours, careful not to jostle you. Strong hands massage the sore muscles he can reach as he kisses the side of your face so sweetly and tenderly.

“Can I get you a hot water bottle baby? Maybe some chocolate too?”

The tears really start coming now, at the relief and gratitude of being so known, so well taken care of, so loved.

It takes you a few tries to get speech out through your gulping sobs, but you manage it eventually.

“Y-yes please, and- fuck – some painkillers too please.”

His eyebrows shoot up as he realises you’re bearing this pain with no relief at all and he feels awful to know you’ve been struggling while he was asleep. He gives you a soft squeeze and kisses you on the forehead before getting up.

“Of course, love, I’ll be right back. Just hang in there for me for a couple more minutes, yeah?”

You nod, tears slowing now that you know help is on the way. He’s back in a few minutes, panting a little, and a smile tugs at your lips at his haste. He uncaps the bottle of water for you and puts a couple of painkillers in your hand, your smile widening at the small ways he’s making things easier for you. As promised, he holds the hot water bottle against your abdomen with one hand and starts unwrapping chocolate for you with the other. You feel so, so lucky, the pain beginning to leech out of you through the combination of drugs and heat, the anxiety following at the sensation of his body against yours, chocolate sweet on your tongue.

He holds you until the pain ebbs and beyond, wanting nothing more than to absorb your pain. You fall asleep like that, still curled up, his body surrounding yours, keeping you safe.

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