𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 & 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

matt sturniolo - period cramps

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you groaned in annoyance at the near stabbing feeling you felt in your uterus. it was that time of the month, which was just lovely.

for whatever reason mother nature decided to torture anyone with a uterus for not getting pregnant every month was unanswered and unfair.

and this week was extra, extra bad as the cramps were badly kicking your ass. no miracle could even save you from the immense pain you were in.

you got up to go change your pad/tampon as you just felt dirty even being on your period and felt the need to change ever 2 hours.

you had no clue what was in the air but it was not your week. you huddled over the toilet as you wish to almost shit our your very own uterus.

you felt as if you were literally dying and your uterus was going through the 5 stages of grief.

"y/n?" you heard matt call out from outside the bathroom.

"yeah?" you winced out in pain as another cramp hit.

"there's blood on the bed," he said worryingly.

"fuck, shit, i'm so sorry, i'm on my period," you managed to say within the stabbing pains.

"it's okay, i'll get the bed cleaned up," he said and you heard his footsteps walk away.

you couldn't help but feel embarrassment from the very natural occurrence but you had never bled out in front of him but you were thankful he didn't freak out.

you majority wanted to huddle up into a ball and just sleep the rest of the week away but that unfortunately was not an option.

you finished up in the bathroom before walking into the bedroom where you saw matt changing the sheets with a few of your favourite candles lit up.

he finished off the pillows and tidied the bed, covering it with the extra pillows and blankets you had decorated the shared bed with. he turned around and noticed you in your pyjama shorts and his very oversized hoodie.

"you feeling okay?" he asked and walked over to you.

"i feel like death," you couldn't help but tear up, over emotional with the stupid hormones.

"go lie down, i'll be back in a bit," he led you over to the bed where you laid and snuggled yourself into the millions of pillows and blankets.

matt left and came back five minutes later with a hot water bottle, some paracetamol, a bottle of water and your favourite herbal tea. "you're a gem," you thanked him.

"anything for my best girl," he kissed your forehead. "i'm going to the shops, i won't be too long. take your paracetamol."

you nodded at him and decided to pass the time by going on tiktok to attempt to cheer yourself up from the dreadful mood you were in.

time skip

you heard the door open and footsteps run up the stair into the bedroom. matt entered with a bag of all sorts and the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you had ever seen. it was your favourite flowers, it wouldn't help you much but you were grateful he picked them up.

"how you feeling, mrs?" he sat on the bed next to you.

"a bit better," you said lightly to him.

"i got you like a shit load of chocolate, like almost the whole aisle and a heap of more shit. oh and extra pads and tampons, face masks we can do later and even more paracetamol," he showed you each item from the bag.

you couldn't help but tear up again and let the tears loose, majority emotional from the hormones.

"you're the best, i don't know what i did to deserve you," you smiled at him as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

"you know i need to take care of my girl. i wasn't too sure what to get so i almost sold out target," he smiled up at you.

"give me a hug," you opened your arms and he grinned as he let himself fall into your arms.

you felt him rub shapes around your back, soothing the aches on your back. matt noticed you dozing off and tucked the blankets over you before joining you in bed. you moved your arms around him which calmed him knowing you were feeling better.

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