You’re On Your Period *5sos Preference*
“I think Nancy is going home,” you said, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Calum who was currently cuddled against your back. The laptop was set on the side of the bed, the two of you enjoying a binge session of The Great British Bake Off since he was home and you were suffering from the lovely time of the month that is your period.
You had felt miserable all day, and Calum was doing his best to make you feel better with everything from back rubs to spoon feeding you ice cream in the bathtub. Unfortunately, the cramps were wearing you down this month and you finally caved and downed ibuprofen with a glass of water. So while you waited for the medicine to kick in, you and Cal were having a Great British Bake Off binge.
“No way. Martha is totally going home this week. You saw her signature and her technical!”
“Yeah, but she’s flourished in other aspects. And Nancy’s showstopper isn’t that show-stopping. Martha’s is better.”
“What about Richard? Or Luis?”
“I think Richard is going to win overall. And if he doesn’t, I’m going to scream.”
Calum laughed at your statement and pulled you closer to his chest, his hand rubbing gentle circles onto the exposed skin of your stomach.
“I told you Martha was going home!” Cal announced when Sue had given the bad news that Martha was leaving.
You sighed, “she was my favorite! She deserved to win.”
“Baby, are you crying?” Calum asked with a laugh, propping himself up on his elbow to see your face, seeing that in fact, you were crying. “Aww… it’s just a tv show. I’m sure Martha coming in fourth place won’t stop her from baking in the future.”
You turned over in his arms, burying your head into his chest and letting out a few more sobs. He gently rubbed your back through them, though he couldn’t help the giggles that continued to come out of his mouth.
“You’re the worst, Cal,” you groaned, still trying to stop yourself from crying, while he just laughed at you.
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s not funny,” he said, keeping his voice steady.
“It’s cute how invested you are in this show and how much you care about the contestants.”
“Shut up, Calum!” You whined, trying to hide your face in his neck now.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s watch the finale. Can you handle the finale?” He asked,
You nodded and flipped around so your back was to his front again. He leaned over you and pressed the spacebar, starting the final episode.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with me like this,” you apologized, drying your tears off on the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing.
“I don’t mind. Besides, if it being this bad means we get to snuggle all night and watch tv, I’m okay with it.”
