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“anything else from the store?” sebastian’s voice crackled through the phone.
you groaned into the microphone, curled up into a little donut on the bed, nose crinkled as your face scrunched into a grimace.
“n-no… just come here.” vaguely, you could hear his response, a quick okay love you gonna be there soon before he ended the call, already winded as you guessed he started rushing himself.
it was the only way, you had no pads left in the house, and no time to go and restock before your morning started with a horrible stabbing pain in your abdomen that just continued pulsating. the painkillers did that wonderful thing again, the one they liked to pull on you when you needed them most - they did absolutely fuck all. exceeding the recommended dose for the day of two different types of ingredients, much to the displeasure of doctor harvey, didn’t work yet again. just my luck, you thought, on the last day that i can plant those blasted pumpkins this year. if it was yoba’s punishment for whatever sin you may have committed in your life - you were pretty sure they were just being a hateful bitch at this point. nobody deserved this. not even pierre, the damn cunt who had raised prices of pads and tampons so much that you had to go to the city if you didn’t want to go bankrupt for basic life necessities.
ugh. it was a pain trying to roll over, but at least you could try telekinesis again if only you could face the open space of your bedroom-living-room-kitchen again, willing the kettle to boil, the last tea bag to jump into a mug, douse itself in boiling water, and levitate towards where you were curled up into a croissant on the bed.
what felt like an eternity later, you found yourself cemented in the opinion that you just couldn’t use telekinesis and you should just give up. just as you closed your eyes again, resigning yourself to wait out the pain by trying to trick yourself to fall asleep again, the spare key turned in the lock of the front door.
sebastian all but ran inside, carrying way too big of a bag for what you had sent him to the store for - a big pack of pads, some pain medication, and a box of cinnamon tea. simple, right? you groaned again, trying to lift yourself up into a sitting position that just wasn’t happening, when he rushed over to you, planting a small kiss to your forehead before he ran back into the kitchen to unpack everything from the bag. you watch in disbelief, through the slit between your almost shut eyelids.
a giant chocolate bar. another giant chocolate bar. a bottle of milk. two boxes of cinnamon tea. one, two, three packs of painkillers. two packs of pads, what looked like a comically big tub of chocolate chip ice cream, and a tray of cookies. he looked back with a smirk before hurrying to fill up the kettle, putting it on the base to boil while he put away the items he had unloaded onto your kitchen counter.
“sorry i took so long, they had to verify that i’m not about to off myself with so many painkillers. you’d think that the rest of the basket would make it obvious what they’re for but… whatever, protocol, i guess.” he kept talking, more to himself than anything else as you lay looking lifeless on the bed, slowly opening and closing your eyelids.
“mhm…” you managed to squeeze out, just waiting for the moment when you didn’t have to end your every thought with a voiceless just fucking kill me already.
you must have dozed off for a minute there, for when you opened your eyes again, it was to sebastian gently, carefully, moving you to place a hot water bottle, freshly refilled with the water from the kettle, against your abdomen. oh if you could move right now, he’d be getting his entire face smooched. his quick smile stayed in between your eyeballs and eyelids as you closed them again, feeling the warmth spread through your body slowly, numbing you a little before melting your limbs, unsticking them from a clenched up state you spent the morning in.
he was back again soon, carefully walking with a mug full of hot tea, steeping with a tea bag in as he placed it onto the bedside table next to you. one more forehead kiss, one more trip into the kitchen as you watched his back disappear from your line of sight. it was almost instantaneous, or maybe you dozed off again, because he was back so quickly with a chocolate bar that he also placed next to you on the bedside table and circled your bed, climbing in carefully so he wouldn’t disturb you too much.
“there we go,” he gently spoke as his body slotted against yours. his feet slowly traced yours, his knees fitting perfectly against the backs of yours, his chest against your back, his lips on the back of your head. “there we go.” he repeated.
you didn’t speak again, the thick duvet he tucked both of you under carried the perfect weight, and you felt like you could finally get a moment of peace, a moment of calm after the storm as his large hands travelled to where you clenched the hot water bottle against yourself. he pressed gently, creating just the right pressure on your aching body, making you groan, but more in satisfaction as the heat spread through you faster.
“got you now, it’s okay,” he continued, murmuring sweet things into your ear, murmuring all the things you’d be able to do when you felt better, offering to fight mother nature for you, offering to beat up your uterus if it didn’t stop hurting his love, anything to make you chuckle weakly. and he always succeeded. just like now, when you opened your eyes one more time to reach the mug and take a small sip, taking a look at the tag on the tea bag that loosely dangled from the mug. it had a cheesy line on it, one that certainly made you put the mug back and snicker to yourself as you closed your eyes, ready to drift off with him. you’re my cup of tea.