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Summary: Oscar helps you deal with your pain and discomfort in the cutest way.

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You've always been good at hiding it. At school, at work, even with friends—no one ever seemed to notice how your body wasn't quite right.

But it was harder to hide it from Oscar.

He had a way of seeing through your walls, reading your face when something was off, always managing to catch the tiniest change in your demeanor.

It had been a long day—one of those where everything felt heavy, and every movement was a struggle.

The dull ache in your lower abdomen had intensified this morning, but you powered through, like you always did.

But now, sitting in your living room, you were curled up on the couch, trying to distract yourself with a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the discomfort.

The cramps, the bloating, the mood swings. The things you never really talked about.

Oscar had been busy with Formula 1 preparations all week. He had barely been home, and you knew it was hard for him to balance his intense schedule and the time he spent with you.

But when he did have free moments, he always made it a point to check on you. His texts were constant, his concern never lessening.

"How are you feeling?" he'd ask. And you'd always reply with a simple "I'm okay," hoping it would be enough to keep him from worrying.

But today... you weren't okay. You felt like you were falling apart.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You groaned quietly, not feeling like entertaining anyone.

But when the door opened, there he was, your tall, handsome boyfriend, with his signature grin that always made your heart flutter.

"Hey" Oscar said softly, stepping inside and locking eyes with you.

His smile faltered when he saw your slumped posture, the way your eyes were barely open, and the way you clutched the blanket around you like it was your lifeline.

"Hey" you whispered, trying your best to sit up straighter.

He didn't say anything at first, just set his bag down and walked toward the couch, his eyes never leaving you.

He bent down to check your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"You're burning up," he murmured. "What's going on? You look pale."

"It's just... my body," you said quietly. You didn't want to burden him with your health issues again. "I'll be fine."

Oscar wasn't buying it. He leaned in, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

"No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine for a while. Talk to me, please. I want to help you"

You sighed, looking away for a moment, feeling the familiar weight of shame settle in your chest.

It wasn't that you didn't trust him—Oscar had always been so kind, so understanding—but it was hard to let someone in when you felt like your body was betraying you.

"I have PCOS," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. "It messes with my hormones and causes pain, bloating, weight gain... and sometimes I just feel so... tired. I try to push through it, but today it's just too much."

Oscar's face softened with understanding, and he immediately sat next to you on the couch, pulling you into his arms without hesitation.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours and, for a brief moment, the pain eased. His arms were a safe haven, a comfort, and the world outside seemed to slow down.

"I'm so sorry you're going through this" Oscar said gently. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to worry you" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want you to think that I'm weak."

Oscar tilted your chin up, making sure you looked into his eyes.

"You're not weak," he said firmly. "You're one of the strongest people I know. And I'm here for you, always. You don't have to hide this from me."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the tears threatening to spill. You didn't know why you had been so afraid to open up to him.

Maybe it was because, in a way, you didn't feel deserving of his care.

But now, wrapped in his arms, with his warmth surrounding you, that fear began to fade.

Oscar's fingers gently brushed through your hair, the soft caress grounding you.

"What can I do to make you feel better? I hate seeing you like this"

"You're already doing it," you whispered, leaning into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Just being here helps."

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm glad. But I'm also going to make sure you're comfortable. You need rest, and I can help with that."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, surprised.

"You don't have to do anything. You've got your own things to deal with."

Oscar shook his head, his eyes serious now.

"No, I'm making it a priority to take care of you. You've been taking care of me, of everything else. Now it's my turn."

With that, he stood up, offering you his hand to help you stand.

"Let's get you into bed, yeah? I'll make you some tea, maybe a warm compress for your stomach. You just relax. I'll take care of everything else."

You let him help you to your feet, and as he guided you toward the bedroom, you felt a small but important sense of relief.

It wasn't that you hadn't managed your condition before, but having someone who cared so deeply, someone who didn't shy away from your struggles, made all the difference.

As you settled into bed, Oscar busied himself in the kitchen.

You could hear the sound of water boiling and the faint clinking of utensils as he prepared everything you'd need.

When he returned, he had a cup of herbal tea in one hand and a warm compress in the other.

He set everything down beside you on the bed, carefully placing the compress on your abdomen.

"This should help with the cramps," he said softly, sitting beside you once more. "Drink your tea, and I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

The warmth of the compress, the scent of the tea, and Oscar's presence all combined to make you feel more at ease than you had in days.

You wrapped your hands around the warm cup, savoring the heat that seeped into your cold fingers.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Oscar smiled down at you, his eyes full of love and understanding.

"Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."