[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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"Thanks so much for the ride and the pads. I'll pay you back," Olivia says gratefully when we reach her apartment building, and I sigh quietly.
"No need to pay me back. I'm just glad I could help. I absolutely don't mind spending my money on you,"
Her blush makes me smile genuinely. It's a small thing, but it feels really good to comfort her when she needs it.
"Well, I should go," Olivia says, but I stop her before she can get out of the car.
"Can I walk you to your apartment door? Just to make sure you're okay," I hesitantly ask.
She bites her lip and winces from the pain but agrees. Her discomfort tugs at my heartstrings, and I want to make sure she's safe and comfortable. While we're getting out, I notice a bloodstain on her pants and the car seat. I get worried and gently stop her by grabbing her wrist. She looks confused.
"Wait a second," I say.
I tell her to stay in the car and quickly grab one of my sweaters from the trunk. I come back to her side and wrap it around her waist.
"What are you doing?" She asks, confused and I smile reassuringly.
"Just thought this might help. Don't worry about it," I respond, trying to keep her from worrying too much and she doesn't push the issue.
I grab her purchases and help her walk to her apartment, feeling sad seeing her in pain. Even though it's just part of her monthly cycle, I wish I could do more to make her feel better. When we reach her place, I set down the purchases, and Olivia sinks into a chair with a sigh, clutching her stomach. Her pain is evident, and it tugs at my heartstrings.
"Why don't you take a warm shower? It might help you feel better," I suggest gently and she thinks about it for a moment.
"Yeah, that sounds good,"
As she starts walking, I step closer, ready to help. I reach out to hold her waist, but she pushes my hands away.
"I can go to the bathroom by myself," she asserts, and my heart sinks a little as I withdraw.
"Okay. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right outside,"
She nods and heads to the bathroom. While she showers, I start cooking for her. I roll up my sleeves and check the cupboards and fridge for ingredients. I decide to whip up a simple but hearty pasta dish, hoping it'll cheer her up. As I get into it, Marisa calls.
I sigh in annoyance, remembering our argument and Olivia's tears. I get that she was upset, but Olivia definitely didn't deserve the humiliation she faced.
I keep thinking about that day—how I couldn't comfort her or hold her when she was crying. It was really painful and made me feel powerless. My phone buzzes with Marisa's calls, but I ignore them. She eventually texts, asking to talk, and I reply that I'm busy.
