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• You were married for half a year, together for almost six years. Your husband, Kaidan, a serious military man, for everyone he remained cold, hard, reserved, like a stone. But only you knew how he became next to you, caring and soft, although he would not admit it to anyone.

That morning he was urgently going to the unit, the recruits had made a mess again, and he was expected immediately. But it was on that day that your period started: heavy and painful, as always. You turned pale, writhed in spasms, and still tried to persuade him: - "Go, I can handle it." But he just frowned, took off his uniform and stayed at home.

Kaidan made you tea, laid you down on the couch, put a heating pad on your stomach. He did every little thing: brought you water, adjusted the blanket, sat next to you and listened to you whisper about the pain. He didn’t argue or feel sorry, he just was there, letting you hide in his chest.

In the evening, when the spasms had subsided a little, he lay down next to you and laid his head on your stomach. His warm breath and light kisses seemed to lull you to sleep. You clung to his strands, and the pain retreated.

And already in the silence, when you were almost asleep, he smiled slightly and whispered:

Kaidan - "Would you like something sweet?" *