My eyes opened slightly, taking notice of the sunlight filtering through the curtain of Taylor and I's shared bedroom. For a moment, I'm unsure of what exactly woke me, but then I feel the sharp pain in my abdomen and lower back. I groan softly, shifting my position on the mattress. Taylor moved behind me, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. He kissed my shoulder, pulling my body flush against his.
"You okay?" He nuzzled against my skin, hands trailing across my stomach.
"I'm fine," I mumbled back, relaxing slightly. "Just cramps." He hold me tighter at my words, pressing more kisses to my shoulder and the back of my neck.
"That sucks," he murmured against my skin, "I'm sorry. What can I do?" I sigh, rolling over to lay my head on his chest. His hands come up to play with my hair, gently tugging at any tangles. A quiet hum of relief escapes my throat, and I sink further into his embrace.
"Nothing," I finally respond to his question. "Just being here is fine."
"Well, yeah. I know." He presses a tender kiss to the op of my head. "But still. You know that's not what I meant." 'M quiet for a moment, trying to break through the lingering fog of sleep.
"Water. And maybe a massage." Taylor nods, disentangling himself from me. I et out an almost involuntary whine, cramps suddenly growing worse without the steady support of his body against mine.
"I'll be right back." He kisses me once more on the forehead before slipping off the bed and leaving the room. I sigh, pulling the blankets tighter around myself, trying to maintain the comfortable warmth we had curated during the night. He returns a few minutes later holding a glass of water and a bottle of what i assume is anti-inflammatory. He sets them both on the nightstand, climbing back into bed and pulling me into his arms.
"You're warm," I hum, relaxing against him. He slips his hands under my shirt, gently massaging my lower stomach.
"Good." His hand trails down my back. "Still want that massage?"
"Please." I pull away slightly, shifting my position to lay on my stomach. I cross my arms under my head, lying against one of the many pillows we had on our bed. Taylor moved to sit beside me, lifting my shirt up slightly. He ran his hands over my skin for a minute, and i let my eyes fall shut.
The massage was enough to lull me back to sleep, and once my breathing had finally evened out, taylor pulled his hands away. He slid down on the mattress, gathering me up in his arms and holding me close, the same way he always had.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing me one last time before he closed his eyes.
