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My body curls in the messy jumble of blankets I've created. Pain travels through my abdomen. Today is one of those days where I'm happy to have called off work. Ever since I was eleven I've gotten pain to where I can't walk, where eating food is the last thing I want.

My hands rub my stomach, trying to ease the pain. Midol is too far. Can't reach the Midol. My bottom lip quivers at my realization; my medication is not within reach. With my arms around my stomach in a futile attempt to help the pain, my tears soak my pillow.

Tears of hormone overload.

I just want the damn medicine. Why does Jehovah hate me? Please God, give me the medication. Amen.

My body shakes as I cry for really no reason. My hands stop massaging. It's not the same as Mom's Menstrual Massaging. Or even the massage Alexander gave me when he saw how red my feet where in a pair of heels I wore to work.

All I ask for is the pain to go away and the crying to come to a halt. But no, I'm stuck with a sucky period and a sticky face. And of course, the second day is always the worst.

My door opens so loud it sounds like it was broken down. A sweet, deep voice frantically calls for me. Ah, the saviour! "Rocky, baby, where you are?"

His footsteps echo as he walks down the hall. When he sees me, curled in a ball with tears rushing down my face, his instant reaction is something I've never heard of with a man.

"C'mon baby, take a shower, get ready all pretty like you do, and we'll go for a walk. I know the walk with help." A sob cracks through my lips. Alexander's forehead wrinkle shows up. "What's wrong, Princess? Tell me what hurts."

"M-m-my sto-mach." My hiccups don't seem to faze him. He tells me to wait one second as he shuffles through the contents of my bathroom. He comes back with a handful of tampons, Midol!, and a bottle of baby oil. I swallow the pills dry, happy to just finally have them. Thank you Jehovah.

He tells me to lie straight across the bed on my back. Gently, Alexander pulls my shirt up to right beneath my breasts. He, again, gently applies the baby oil to the hot skin of my stomach. His hands work the oil in with a series of swirls and medium to light, back and forth rubs.

When he's done he pulls me into the sitting position and plants a kiss on my sticky lips. He looks me in the eye. "Next time you call in sick you better tell me. I thought you had some sort of blood clot in your leg and it burst-."

My lips shut him up. "Don't worry. I wish this blood would clot. However, I am all right in terms of dieing or not." His hands, still coated in baby oil, land on my hips.

"Go shower and get dressed. I want to take you somewhere."

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I frown. "Alexander, I'm severely under dressed." My black joggers, black crop top, and my Adidas don't really scream date. "I'll look like a fool on a date with you looking like this."

This time he frowns. He leads us to a small picnic table in the middle of the park. We sit side by side so his arm can remain around me and my head on his shoulder. This is the first time he and I have willingly sat down in public, wrapped in each other's arms, letting the paparazzi take pictures.

Alexander is known to never been seen by paparazzi, but for some reason he wanted to come out here for a date. He wants to show me off.

He opens the basket and the first thing my eyes narrow on is the pasta. I grab the penne and uncap it. Yum, warm pasta. Alexander watches me as I take a bite of the food. He breaks open and inside out pizza. A giggle escapes my mouth as I watch him try to neatly eat the food with cheese and sauce all around his mouth.

"Here," I laugh. His eyes playfully narrow at me. "Let me fix that." With a few napkins I clean his face up no problem. The glint in his eyes is what makes me sit back slowly. Something I've never seen.

"You'd be a great mom." My eyes cast down as a blush sweeps across my already rosey cheeks. Sitting on my knees I look back at him. He ducks down to meet me half way in a kiss.

"If we have a baby one day will you be angry I won't have the same figure after?" I ask quietly after we pull apart. "I mean, I won't look like this forever."

"Yes you will," he says just as quiet. "You'll always look beautiful in my eyes." Warm tears gather in my eyes. I toss my arms around his neck and pull him in for a tight hug. He returns the favor. "Forever and always my princess."

The shrill shriek of the paparazzi makes me bury my face in his neck. Alexander spins me so my back is against his chest and I'm sitting on his lap. I can hear them taking pictures. I try to brush it off, and I know he brought me here to see how I'd react, but it urkes me. I'm not rich or famous, I'm just in love with a man.

My breathing stops. My body physically freezes. Alexander asks what wrong. I just stare ahead of me. I can't be in love. Two months, three weeks, three days isn't a long time. How could I claim love if we've only been together two months, three weeks, three days.

Alexander packs all of the food up and we, hand in hand, walk down the pathways of the park. I gaze up at him before smashing my lips to his.

Tell me you believe in love,
It's not an illusion.

QoTC: Left handed or right handed?