Abbacchio who knows I’m having cramps/pain and knows I’m feeling moody because of it, and gets me a painkiller before pulling me over to the couch with a low “c’mere.” He encourages me to take the pill before murmuring a soft “good girl” and pulling me close to lay against his chest. My mood improves so quickly when I’m snuggled up with him, feeling his warm fingers trail slow, lazy circles along my back.