“Eggsy!” You shout from the bathroom.
“What? What is it?” He asks, worried, as he bursts through the door.
“Erm, I need some more of these,” you say, waving the empty packet of pads around after just using the last one.
“Ooh, right. Okay, umm, anything else?” He asks, taking the packet from you and mouthing the words on the front to try and remember them.
“Nope, just those please,” you reply, leaning over to try and ease the pain in your stomach.
“Fine,” you wince, “I’ll be okay, just don’t be long.”
“I won’t. Be right back,” he says, exiting the bathroom with the pad packet and shutting the door gently. He walks along the corridor reading the words on the packaging over and over, but knows he’ll forget them as soon as he enters the shop, so sticks it in his pocket, grabs his keys and heads out.
You get off the toilet slowly, your arm laying across your lower stomach to try and give it some warmth, then wash your hands and go back to the bedroom, curling yourself up on your side. JB jumps up onto the bed with you, then your own pug, Millie, does the same. JB lays against your back, and Millie curls herself up next to your stomach, knowing that you’re in pain. You doze off to sleep as Eggsy comes back to the flat, a bag of supplies in hand. He unpacks three packs of the pads and puts them in the bathroom for you, then gets out painkillers and chocolate for you, tiptoeing into the bedroom and placing them on the bedside table. He looks down at the dogs and gives them a scratch.
“Good job guys,” he whispers, seeing them protecting you. He walks back out into the hallway, then hears you retching, and runs back into the bedroom with the washing up bowl, holding it under your head.
“The washing up bowl?” You manage to get out before retching again.
“It was the first thing I could get my hands on!” Eggsy defends.
“We’ll need a new one,” you mumble.
“I’ll get you whatever you want, babe,” Eggsy smiles, stroking your hair as you lean over the edge of the bed. When the nausea stops, you get back into your position, Millie standing up at the end of the bed, wondering what’s going on, and JB fast asleep in his original position. Millie whines and Eggsy puts the bowl down calls her over to him.
“It’s okay, mummy’s going to be fine,” He soothes, stroking her behind the ears. She settles at the end of the bed, a bit cautious incase you leapt forward again, but still keeping a watchful eye on you.
“You okay?” Eggsy asks.
“Better now,” you sigh, “can you do me a favour please?”
“Can you get me a hot water bottle?”
“Of course, babe,” he says, smiling. He gets up and runs to the kitchen to boil the kettle and fills up your hot water bottle, then brings it back to you, lifting your hand up and placing it underneath. You lift your top up and tuck it into your knickers, then pull your top down over it to hold it in place.
“Babe, isn’t that-?”
“It’s fine, trust me,” you mutter, your eyes closed as the heat warms your skin up.
“But ya might burn yourself.”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
“Are you feeling up to taking any painkillers?”
“Um, yeah I think so,” you answer. He pops the pills out of the blister pack, into the palm of his hand, then passes them to you along with a bottle of water. You take them and lay back down in the fetal position, your hot water bottle now burning your stomach and finally taking the edge off the pain. Eggsy gets up and walks around to the other side of the bed, ushering JB out of his place.
“Oi, move over mate,” he whispers to him as he begrudgingly moves to the end of the bed. Eggsy lays behind you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as you drift off into a slightly more comfortable sleep than earlier.
You wake up about and hour later, Eggsy’s hand still rubbing circles on your back, and you move to sit up, the pain finally dulled down.
“Thank you,” you whisper as you bring your knees up to your chest.
“Anything for you, babe,” he says, kissing you.
“I did almost puke earlier,” you remind him as he pulls away reluctantly.
“I couldn’t give a shit. I love ya,” he grins.
“I love you too, Eggsy,” you smile.
“If you’re feeling up to it, I got ya some chocolate,” he says, nodding to the bedside table. You look over at it and your eyes light up at the sight of your favourite bar.
“Oh my god, you’re the best,” you say excitedly, grabbing the bar and tearing it open.
“Take it easy though, yeah? No puking it back up,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” you mock, taking a small square and popping it in your mouth.
“Ooh, you can call me that more often,” he winks, stealing a piece of chocolate as well.
“Maybe when I’m not on my period though?” You laugh.
“Definitely,” he says, pulling a funny face at the thought of what was coming out of you right now. JB and Millie both get up and waddle over on the bed to you both, snuggling into your laps, and Millie revels in being against the now cooler hot water bottle.
“Hey mate, ya did a good job looking after (Y/N), didn’t ya?” Eggsy says to JB, taking his head in his hands and scruffing his fur up. You smile at his funny voice he spoke to JB in and sigh to yourself, thinking how luck you were to have a man like him looking after you when you needed it.
Please, I really need some advice on how to stop procrastinating. I tried so hard, but I keep debating on the Internet, reading fanfiction and literally doing research on everything except the subject I have to read about.