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Everything. Fucking. Hurts! You would rather die than have to deal with cramps from Hel. Hunt was still on a mission with Ruhn, and you didn’t know when he would be home. You need your angel teddy bear, but you refrain from calling him. 

Soft, comforting music sounded from your Bluetooth speakers. Its melody soothed your mind, and the heating pad barely touched your abdomen's stabbing sensation. A small whimper emerges as another wave of pain hits you. You were going to make yourself some food, but there’s too much pain to even function. 

Why did the gods give you this damn curse of being a female? 

Hours pass by, and the front door opens. You want to get up, but the pain prevents you from moving. “Sweetheart?” You could cry now that he’s home. 

“In here,” you croak out. A few seconds pass, and the bedroom door opens. You smile weakly at the angel. 

The bed dips from his weight as he sits beside you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Another wave of pain hits you, and you whimper as you grab your stomach. That’s when it hits him.

Instantly he is up and changing into different clothes, then into bed with you. He gently pulls you into his side and kisses your head. You let out a sigh of contentment and snuggle closer to him. Both of you have a running joke about him being your space heater.

“How was the mission? Did you find anything?” 

He sighs and smoothes down your hair, “Yes, and all the evidence is at the Aux with Ruhn. It’s okay now.” You breathe a sigh of relief. The Asteri had information about the different worlds and neglected to share the information with the other leaders. Hunt had explained that he and Danaan had been planning that mission for a while, ever since the Autumn King mentioned the evidence. 

Everyone, even you, has been curious about parallel worlds. You look up and raise a brow, “You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?” His answering smirk says everything. He can’t tell you a single thing until the all clear. 

Your stomach growls, and he looks down at you, “Have you not eaten yet?” You mentally cringe because you know he’s adamant about you eating three meals a day, which you haven’t done since he’s been gone. You’ve been in too much pain to eat, and it’s already midnight, so it’s too late to eat. 

“No, my pain has been too bad for me to eat. I can’t eat when I’m in pain.” You know him well enough that it won’t be a good enough excuse for not eating. He hums. He gently untangles himself from you and leaves the room. No doubt that he’s on his way to cook you up something. 

Ten minutes pass, and he still isn’t in bed with you. You’re not in a severe amount of pain right now, so you pad your way into the kitchen. Whatever he’s making smells delicious. You go to his side and rest your head on his arm as he stirs the contents in a pot. Then you realize what it is. It’s spaghetti, your favorite food. 

Anything related to pasta is your favorite, and he knows that fact. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say as the scent of the pasta enters your nose. 

“I know, but you’re hungry.” He kisses the top of your head and turns off the stovetop. “Do you want to sit on the couch and eat or eat in bed?”