i NEED Joe when his gf is on her period with bad cramps (aka me rn) 😭😭
⋆˚ ༘ you’re half asleep on the couch with a blanket and heating pad on you when you hear the front door open.
“baby?” joe calls softly. “where are you?”
you groan. “living room.”
he walks in with a hat on, a pair of sunglasses , and a grocery bag in one hand. the second he sees your face, his whole expression softens.
“oh, honey…” he murmurs, setting the bag down and kneeling beside the couch. “bad day?”
“bad everything,” you mumble, pulling the blanket tighter.
he lets out a sympathetic laugh and brushes your hair off your forehead.
“okay. don’t move. i came prepared.”
you blink. “prepared for what?”
he starts unpacking the bag revealing your favorite chocolate, pain relievers,and a little bunny stuffed animal.
you stare at him. “joe.”
he shrugs, cheeks pink. “he looked like he could help.”
you smile despite the pain.
he sits on the edge of the couch and gently lifts your legs so he can slide in beside you. you curl into him automatically, your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.
“where does it hurt the most pretty girl?” he asks quietly.
“lower stomach,” you whisper.
he presses his warm hand there slowly rubbing it.
“like this?”
you nod, eyes fluttering shut. “that helps.”
“good,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “i’ll stay right here.”
you breathe in his cologne, the soft cotton of his shirt, the steady rise and fall of his chest. he rubs slow circles on your back with his thumb, humming under his breath.
after a few minutes go by, he says,
did you take anything yet?”
“no. i didn’t wanna get up.”
“okay,” he whispers. “i’ll get it.”
he reaches for the medicine and water, helping you sit up just enough to take it. then he tucks you right back against him, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders.
“you’re being very sweet,” you mumble into his shirt.
“you’re in pain,” he says softly. “i hate seeing you like this.”
you look up at him, eyes tired. “you don’t have to take care of me.”
he cups your cheek gently.
“i want to baby.”
he leans down and kisses your forehead.
“just relax,” he whispers. “i’ve got you.”
you settle against him again, and he holds you tighter, his hand never leaving your stomach, his voice low and soothing as he talks about nothing and everything just to distract you.
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