It had been one of those days. You were supposed to go to Brent’s game, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. Your period hit hard, leaving you curled up in bed with cramps so bad they made you nauseous. You tried to tough it out, hoping you could make it, but as the hours wore on, you realized there was no way. Brent had texted you earlier, excited for you to be there, but now you had to break the news.
“I’m sorry, babe. I can’t make it to the game. I’m just not feeling well,” you texted, hoping he’d understand.
Brent replied almost immediately: “No worries, beautiful. Take it easy. I’ll come by after the game. Get some rest.”
With that, you let yourself relax, not realizing how quickly you had drifted off to sleep.
After the game, Brent was in a hurry to get back to you. He made a quick stop at the store, picking up essentials he knew you'd appreciate. In one arm, he carried a fluffy stuffed bear he thought might cheer you up, and in the other was a bag filled with chocolate, your favorite snacks, a heating pad, and a bottle of water. He knew how tough your periods could get, and if he could make even a small difference, he’d be happy.
When he got to your shared place, he opened the door quietly and found you still asleep on the bed, curled up under the covers. But as he got closer, he noticed a faint stain on the bedspread. You'd bled through your clothes.
Brent’s heart went out to you. Setting the bags down, he went to the bathroom and started the shower, adjusting the temperature to make sure it was warm and soothing. Then, he went back and knelt by your side, gently rubbing your back.
“Y/N, babe,” he murmured softly, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, sweetheart, wake up.”
You blinked groggily, stirring as you opened her eyes to see him. “Brent… you’re here,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.
“Of course I am,” he said with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You had a rough day, huh?”
You nodded, realizing what had happened as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know I’d bleed through,” you whispered, your face turning pink.
“Hey, don’t even worry about that,” Brent said gently, squeezing your hand. “Come on, I already started the shower for you. I’ll grab you a change of clothes. Just relax, okay?”
He helped you sit up, guiding you to the bathroom. You gave him a small, grateful smile, and once you were in the shower, he gathered a pair of his comfy clothes—a loose T-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants he knew you loved borrowing. He placed them on the counter along with a fresh towel and stepped out to give you privacy, but he stayed close by just in case you needed anything.
Once you had showered, you changed into Brent’s clothes, feeling a wave of comfort from the warm fabric and his familiar scent. When you came back out, you found Brent sitting on the bed with everything he’d brought you, neatly laid out—a heating pad, your favorite chocolates and snacks, and even the new stuffed bear, all waiting for you.
You gave a little laugh, touched by how thoughtful he’d been. “You didn’t have to do all this, Brent,” you said, sitting beside him as he wrapped his arm around you.
“Of course I did. You weren’t feeling good, and I wanted to help however I could,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He handed you the heating pad, which you gratefully placed against your abdomen, sighing with relief as you nestled into his arms.
The two of you laid back together, with Brent’s arm wrapped around you and the heating pad against your stomach, giving you much-needed warmth. He pulled the blanket over you two, creating a cocoon of comfort that made you feel at ease.
“Tell me about the game?” you asked quietly, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his chest. “I know it’s silly, but listening to you talk about it relaxes me.”
Brent chuckled softly. “It’s not silly at all, babe. I love that you want to know,” he replied, running his fingers soothingly through your hair. “Okay, so tonight’s game… it was actually a little crazy. I’ll start with my warm-up…”
He launched into the details, telling you about the atmosphere in the stadium, the sounds of the crowd, and how he felt stepping onto the mound. He described each pitch, the way his adrenaline pumped when he threw a fastball right past the batter, and the moment his teammates went wild when they clinched the win. Brent’s voice was calm and steady, a reassuring rhythm that had you sinking deeper into relaxation.
As he spoke, you felt yourself drift off again, Brent’s stories mixing with your dreams. He kept his arm around your the whole time, adjusting the heating pad whenever you shifted and making sure you had everything you needed.
Long after you'd fell asleep, Brent stayed by your side, holding you close, grateful he could be there for you.
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