Matteo watches with a worried expression, watching you toss and turn, trying to get comfortable. You have period pains from hell, it's always the worst on the first damn day. In the end you curl yourself into a tiny ball, and will the parcetmol you have taken to work before you rip out your insides.
"My poor baby girl." Matteo hands you the heated wheat bag, and presses it against your stomach. All though they don't heal the pain, they sure do make you feel good for a little while. "Are you alright sweetheart?"
"I feel like i'm being murdered." Your words are muffled by your pillow, you know you are being dramatic, but you are on your period you are allowed to be. Matteo runs his hand down your back, and climbs in beside you.
Matteo pulls you into his body, so your back is pressed against his warm chest, and the wheat bag still feels nice on your stomach. "I'll put tangled on, because I know it's your favourite." He says in between kisses on your sweaty hair.
"You are amazing, do you know that?" You chuckle, but it's soon cut off by groan. Matteo presses his hand on your stomach, and starts to rub at the offending piece of your body.
"I hope the pain goes soon, I don't like to see you in any pain." He pulls you closer, so your bodies are practically melted together. The pain is still there making you feel as crappy as ever, but having Matteo pressed so close to you, is certainly making you feel a little bit better.
Matteo spends the whole day in bed with you, kissing, cuddling and watching all of your favourite movies, and eventually the pain does start to subside. Despite the awful pain you've been feeling all day, this is probably one of the best days of your life.
"Y/n?" Matteo kisses the back of your head. "I love you." Oh and the day just got better.
