Preference #121: What He Does During Your Time Of The Month.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: "Owww" You moaned, leaning forward onto your pillow. Tears pricked your eyes as you inhaled deeply, trying to dismiss the pain. Your phone started ringing, making you sit up, wincing in pain as you pushed the bedding away, trying to find the phone. Grasping hold of the sleek white metal you slid the screen saver, pressing talk. "Hello?" You said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Hey babe. You ok?" You smiled, hearing Josh's voice on the other line. "Yeah, I'm just having really bad cramps." He sighed in relief on the other line, "Ok, well we just had a quick break from recording and I thought I would call you." You nodded, "Ok babe, well good luck with everything." "Love you." "You too." You replied, falling back onto your pillows. Not even 30 minutes later you heard the door downstairs unlocking. You looked at the clock, Josh shouldn't be home for another 30 minutes. His head popped into the room, a smile lighting up his face when he saw you. "Please tell me you didn't." You said, pulling the covers up around you. "I did." He said, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed. "There was no way I was letting my lady sit alone all day." You smiled, before another rush of pain came upon your body. Josh's face cringed as he pulled you into his body, applying light pressure to your stomach area, something that always helped the pain subside. "Thank you." You whispered slightly, closing your eyes. "No problem, sweetheart."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: George pressed his lips softly to your temple, rubbing your back slowly. "Does it hurt much?" He asked softly. "Not too much anymore." You said. "I wish there was something I could do to make it hurt a little less. Just so you won't have to go through it." You smiled, looking up at him, "The only thing I could do would be to get a gender switch, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be having any of that." George laughed, his face turning red. "No, I suppose that wouldn't be best." You snuggled into his chest. "Thanks for being here today, Georgie." He looked down at you, "Of course, besides I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to watch Disney movies." You laughed, "Oh, we both know you're a bigger fan than I am. And Tarzan's music is amazing." George laughed, sticking his tongue out at you. You continued to watch the movie, tears reaching your eyes at the slightest mushy gushy moment. Hearing George sniffle, you glanced up to see him wiping a slight tear away. You sat up, looking him in the eye. "George," You asked, "are you crying?" George jumped, "No," He cleared his throat, "definitely not." You giggled slightly, diverting your attention back to the screen. "I think you've rubbed off on me." George mumbled.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: "Y/N, are you on your period?" Mistake, big mistake. You looked up at him, pushing your tub of Ben and Jerry's away from you. "Why would you say that?" You asked, in a too sweet manner. Jaymi paused, smirking slightly. "Oh, well you are just looking especially radiant today. Your estrogen is really doing wonders." You failed to hide back your smile as you tossed your spoon in the sink and the ice cream in the freezer. Jaymi snuggled up behind you, pressing light kisses to your neck. "You need anything, love?" He asked, spinning you around. You shook your head, "Nope, I had George go yesterday when he came around." Jaymi's eyes narrowed, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. "Now who's acting like their on their period?" He dropped his "jealous face," looking back at you. "Well, I just don't like the thought of anyone else taking care of my girl, that's all." You rolled your eyes, "Your girl?" He nodded proudly, "Yep, do you have a problem with that?" You shook your head, going to move past him, only to be smushed into a hug. "Jaymi," You mumbled into his shirt, "I'm having trouble breathing here." He pulled away, smiling sheepishly, "Will it be over soon?" Jaymi asked, holding onto your hips. "Only for about three more days." He nodded, "Good, I hate watching you go through this."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: You rifled through the shopping bag JJ just brought home. "JJ!" You yelled, pulling the items out of the bag. He came out of the living room, standing against the doorframe. Turning towards him, you placed your hands on your hips. "Where the hell are the cookies I asked you to get?" JJ's brows furrowed, "You didn't ask me to get you any cookies." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone off the counter, "Really? Because a text I sent at 3:47 PM says otherwise." JJ frowned, "Baby, I'm sorry I must not have gotten the text." You rolled your eyes, feeling yourself get teary. "Or did you just think that I was so fat I didn't need anymore cookies?" JJ's eyes grew wide as he moved towards you, "Sweetie, you are gorgeous no matter what size you are." "Oh, so you basically just admitted it!" You screeched. JJ put his hand to his head, "Jesus christ, sweetheart, I can go back and get them okay?" You suddenly stopped your raving, taking a deep breath, before bursting into tears. "I'm so sorry J, I'm just on my period. I didn't mean to shout at you." JJ sighed, pulling you into a hug, "Ok, that explains why I can't do anything right today." You looked up at him, wiping away at your nose, "I hate making you feel awful, and fighting, and being over-emotional." JJ rubbed your back, "It's really not that horrible." You looked up at him, "Are you lying?" JJ grinned, "Definitely. But I can deal with it."</li>

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