My Dearest Lady Cotton

This Time

  'Twas another day in the wonderful land of Icetonia. The sun shone through the house so brilliantly, that the lavender haired woman couldn't help but waltz terribly under the blinding light. But thanks to a certain cycle, that joy had been long lost.

  She hissed in pain, watching the rolling pin clang to the ground. Squeezing her eyes shut, Cotton bit her lip as another jut of cramps punched her abdomen.

  Crouching into a ball, she heavily breathed in and out, trying in all her might to relieve herself of the excruciating affliction. She slapped her shaking hands upon the wooden counter, hastily pulling herself upwards.

  Gritting her teeth, Cotton messily searched into her barrels and chests through her blur of torture. Pressing her convulsing hand against her squeezing guts, she desperately snatched a hold of a brown potion bottle. Ripping off the cork, she slurped down the last of the bitter medication in relief.

  Five minutes later, the lass instantly began to feel better, allowing her to relax in peace. Stupid menstrual cycles! The young Wife cursed, rolling out the rest of the pie dough. If only they never existed... It's only thanks to Chroma. Her potions have really helped me. Now it's only a matter of time how long this affect can last. We've run out already. At the thought of the silver haired Brewer, Cotton grins, stuffing the pie into the hearth. At least that will give me a good excuse to visit her.

  Clapping her hands off flour, her head snapped towards the sound of a squeaky door shifting open. Her heart sped giddily at the sight of her Husband, who was removing his helmet as he entered.

  "Hello my dear." His greets, curling his arm securely under the helm. But the moment they met gazes, his once optimistic grin turned into concern.

  Blinking in confusion, the young wife raised a brow when he settled his arms comfortingly around her messy form. "What's wrong?"

  "We haven't run out of Lady Chroma's potions again, have we?"

  "H-how could you tell?"

  Chuckling, Louis removed his sweaty fur cloak and wrapped it around his Wife's shoulders, much to her distaste. "Now, tell me. Are you alright? Is there anything you need me to do?"

  Clutching the fuzz closer to her aching body, she turned around to clean the counter. "No, there's no need." He scrunched his nose, displeased from her answer. "Cotton, you should rest. I'm home now until the end of the Moonlight Festival, I can help around whenever you wish."

  "Exactly! Whenever I wish!" Swiftly veering her body around to meet his troubled gaze, the lilac haired maiden shook her stubborn head. "You need more rest then me. They call upon you every time they promise a full break." Aggressively wiping away the sugar sprinkled over the counter, she huffed, pursing her lips belligerently. "And I'll be fine. It happens every month anyways."

  Sighing, he ruffled his short silver locks anxiously. "Perhaps, but--"

  "No buts. Dinner will be ready soon." Cotton retorts, turning his body with her small hands and pushing him up the uneven stairs.

  Louis grumbled and made his way up, following his Wife's orders. Smiling as he disappeared to their shared room, she clutched her abdomen and groaned mutedly. The potion had done wonders, but she still felt some left over pain. Breathing in deeply, the lavender haired woman prepared to clean the counter off flour and pie ingredients, until large gloved hands scooped her off the ground.

  "Wha--!" She let out a startled scream as her small body was suddenly lifted up to the stairs.

  Her Husband's husky deep voice whisked into her ears, leaving her flushed against the rumble vibrating under her back.   "Forgive me my dear. I think you need more rest then I do."

  "Louis I'm--"

  "Fine?"

  At her finished sentence, Cotton crossed her arms while he set her gently upon the bed. Lovingly, he brushed her hair back as he bent to his knees to remove her old boots.

  "I really am Louis..." The lavender haired woman muttered, watching as he tossed the items aside. She just wanted to take care of him. This was a rare time for the man. And he was wasting it by nurturing her all of his attention. Not that she was hating it.

  Smiling a grand smile filled with adoration, the tall Knight affectionately bopped her on the nose with his long fingers, a tender spark shining in his eyes.

  "I know." The silver haired man says, draping the blankets over her pouting form and melting at the sight of his darling Wife wearing his military cloak.

  "But let me do it this time."

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My Dearest Lady Cotton,

  My dear, you have been working so hard for the last couple of days. I want for you to take a break. There is no need to hinder yourself with such hardships.

  I know you wish to care for me, but so do I. And I want you to rest. I'll be alright, do not worry. For this time, I wish to care for you as you have done for me.

Forever Yours,

Your Handsome Husband in Shining Armor,

Louis.