𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

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You laugh at the movie displayed on the tv. The action causes a sharp pain to burst through your stomach. Almost like someone shoved a nuclear bomb into the popcorn you just shoved into your mouth. You cry out in agony, knowing that your boyfriend is probably freaking out. You close your eyes tightly in pain, immediately getting off the couch when you realise that there's blood leaking from your pants. You hear him inhale sharply. He lifts you up, positioning you so you're comfortable. The pain is unbearable.

Your clothes fall to your feet as he strips you. You manage to open one eye to see that he's closing his eyes while his hands wander down to pull your shorts off. He turns to run you a bath, gently placing you in. Your undergarments are still on and you feel loved by the fact that he moved so quickly to help you. He leaves the bathroom with your clothes and returns with one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. He kisses your forehead.

"Hang on tight, princess. You don't have any pads. I'll just be out for five minutes."

You nod, sinking into the lukewarm water. He closes the door.

You're still in the bath when he returns. Helping you out of the water, he hands you the packet of your life savers and leaves you to freshen up. You emerge from the bathroom, the pain still there. He hands you a glass of water and tablets. You gladly take them. He picks you up, placing your head on his lap as he relaxes into the couch. As he looks for movie for you to enjoy, his hand slides down your shirt to rub warm circles on your aching stomach. You sigh in pleasure.

A couple of hours later and you're passed out in his arms. He lovingly kisses your cheek.

"I love you so much."