Miraculous: One Shots

Nathalie has Pelvic inflammatory disease

Gabriel and Nathalie both woke up at the same time, staring at each others faces while the sun light entered the room.
 
The designer closed his eyes and he started leaning forwards, planning to give his lover a good morning kiss. But she held her finger to his lips, indicating him to stop and he opened his eyes, wondering why his wife didn’t want their usual morning kiss.
 
“Is everything alright, honey?”, the blonde man questioned, knowing perfectly well, that if she rejects a kiss, it means somethings wrong.
 
“My tummies hurting!”, the dark-haired woman groaned and she lifted the duvet up, seeing large amounts of blood on the mattress.
 
“Gabe! I started my period!”, Nathalie told her husband, showing him the blood stains on her clothes and mattress.
 
Gabriel got out of bed and he walked around to his wife’s side of the bed, asking her:
 
“Can you get up?”.
 
“No! My cramps are too painful!”, she screamed from the intense pain she was feeling.
 
The fashion designer grabbed his pillow and the duvet, placing them on the floor, before lifting his wifey up and setting her down on the soft covers.
 
Once the blonde man had finished taking the mattress covers off and putting them in the washing machine. He then went into his bedroom, grabbing a pad and a pair of his lover’s panties, attaching the pad onto them.
 
Gabriel walked to where his wife was lying down on the duvet floor and he kneeled down in front of her, “babe! I’m going to carefully take your clothes off and help you change into some fresh ones!”, her husband spoke softly, laying his right hand on her leg.
 
He started taking every single piece of clothing off Nathalie’s body, before wiping her intimate area with wet wipes and changing her into black pants with a pad inside, matching bra and wine-red pyjamas.
 
The fashion designer then slowly lifted his lover up, placing her on their double bed, making sure that she was comfy, before getting her some painkillers and a hot water bottle to ease her extremely painful cramps.
 
“Nath! I’m going to go and wake the kids up for school! Try to get some rest until I get back", the blonde man layed a kiss on his wifey’s forehead, before leaving their bedroom.
 
Once Gabriel had woken Adrien and Sofia up, he headed towards the kitchen to make a start on breakfast.
 
While all three Agreste’s were eating jam on toast with hash browns, Adrien noticed that his mum was not at the breakfast table.
 
“Dad! Where’s mom?”, the cinnamon roll child questioned, fearing that something bad had happened to her, “your mum started her period and she isn’t feel great at the moment, so she’s resting upstairs!”, he answered his question, putting the teenagers mind at ease.
 
When Adrien and Sofia waved goodbye to their father, before walking to school, the designer then went to his room to see how his precious beauty was doing.
 
He entered his room, seeing his wife wide awake and still in a great deal of pain. The blonde man layed next to her on the bed, rubbing her abdomen and asking:
 
“How are you feeling now?”.
 
“I still feel terrible! And I desperately need to use the bathroom, but I can barely stand up, let alone walk!”, the dark-haired woman ranted, still clutching her belly.
 
Gabriel lifted his wife off the bed in a bridal position, carrying her towards the bathroom. He stood her in front the toilet, pulling her pyjama trousers and panties down, before helping her sit on the toilet seat.
 
The designer was about to leave the room to give his lover some privacy, when she stopped him in his tracks and begged him to stay with her.
 
While Nathalie was bleeding into the toilet bowl, she noticed that her pad was already full, even though she had only been wearing her pad for an hour, and when she was cleaning herself, she noticed huge blood clots inside the toilet.
 
“Gabe! I think I need to goto the hospital! My pad has already been soaked in an hour and massive blood clots are coming out of my body, this shouldn’t be happening!”, the dark-haired woman spoke, starting to panic.
 
“Ok my love! Just calm down and get yourself cleaned up, while I text Adrien, before we head to the hospital!”, her hubby replied, rubbing her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.
 
While his wife was getting cleaned up, he took his phone out of his pocket and he started texting his son.