Wentworth Miller Imagines

Period (W.M)

Y/N's POV

"Hey baby." Wentworth twists around in bed, switching our lamp on. He looks adorable, his body wrapped tightly in the duvet, almost as if he was a baby. I untie my hair as I limp over towards the bed.

"Hey." I groan out loud, in pain and Went looks to me concerned. "What's wrong?" He rubs soothing circles on my back while I struggle to breath.

"I'm on my period." I state the worst and he frowns. "I'm sorry babe." Went frowns handing me the glass of water he keeps at the nightstand, always with him.

"I feel horrible. It hurts so much this time." I complain laying my head onto his lap.

He frowns as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"I'm so sorry, I really thought, this was it, I thought we were finally having a baby." I start to cry as Wentworth laughs.

"Don't cry about it Y/N. If God doesn't want us to have a baby right at this moment. that's a good thing. Believe in fate and yourself a bit more love." He soothes me, wiping my tears away.

"I just, I know you want one so much, and I do too. We've been married 6 years, we waited until I was ready, and now I finally am, and it's not happening." I burst out crying again.

He lifts me up by my shoulders and hugs me until I'm quiet. "There's always other options remember that. I doubt it's anything to do with fertility, it takes so many women years to get pregnant. Stop complaining, we'll make a doctors appointment okay?" He smiles and I smile back.

"Now about these cramps, let me go find you some painkillers." He stands and I kiss his hand so grateful to be with such an amazing man.

A/N

Short I know!