The morning began quietly in the grand estate. The golden sunlight poured through the windows, illuminating the lush interiors. Isla remained in bed, her face pale and her movements sluggish. She had barely gotten out of bed the day before, and today was no different.
Dante entered the room with his usual morning energy, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. His brow furrowed when he saw Isla curled up under the blankets, her face contorted with discomfort.
“Isla?” he called softly, setting the cup down on the nightstand. He crouched beside her, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay, love?”
She groaned and peeked out from under the covers, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. “It’s nothing, Dante. Just my period.”
His expression shifted from concern to alarm. “Period? Are you in pain?”
“It’s normal,” she mumbled, clutching her abdomen. “Just cramps.”
—
Dante wasn’t satisfied with her casual dismissal. He pressed his hand to her forehead, as if checking for a fever, though he knew that wasn’t what this was about.
“I’m calling the doctor,” he announced, already reaching for his phone.
“No, Dante,” Isla protested weakly, grabbing his wrist. “I don’t need a doctor. This happens every month. It’s just part of being a woman.”
“But you’re in pain,” he argued, his voice firm but laced with worry. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”
She managed a small smile despite the discomfort. “Sometimes, doing nothing is exactly what I need. Just let me rest.”
—
Dante reluctantly put his phone down, though his concern didn’t abate. He paced the room for a moment, clearly uneasy.
“Okay,” he said finally, stopping in his tracks. “But you’re not resting without me making sure you’re comfortable. Stay here.”
He left the room, and Isla sighed, closing her eyes. She loved Dante’s protective nature, but sometimes he could be a little too much.
—
A few minutes later, Dante returned, his arms full of supplies. He carried a heating pad, a pile of soft blankets, and a tray with tea, crackers, and chocolate.
“What is all this?” Isla asked, her lips twitching with amusement despite her pain.
“Emergency supplies,” Dante said, his tone completely serious. He plugged in the heating pad and gently placed it on her abdomen, tucking the blankets around her like she was a fragile doll. “This should help with the cramps.”
Isla couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re going to spoil me.”
“You deserve to be spoiled,” he replied without missing a beat.
—
Throughout the day, Dante stayed by her side, refusing to leave her for more than a few minutes at a time. He brought her meals, helped her to the bathroom when she felt too weak, and even read her a book to distract her from the pain.
At one point, Amara wandered into the room, her face full of curiosity.
“Mama, are you sick?” she asked, climbing onto the bed.
“No, sweetheart,” Isla said, brushing a strand of hair from Amara’s face. “Mama just needs to rest today.”
“Why?” Amara pressed, her innocent eyes wide.
Dante quickly stepped in, sensing Isla’s discomfort with explaining. “Mama’s just a little tired, princess. She’ll be back to playing with you in no time.”
“Okay,” Amara said, though she still looked concerned. “Can I stay here with Mama?”
Isla smiled and pulled her daughter into a gentle hug. “Of course you can, my love.”
—
As the day turned into evening, Isla began to feel a little better. The heating pad and Dante’s constant care had worked wonders. She sat up in bed, stretching her arms.
“You’ve been amazing, Dante,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
He shrugged, sitting beside her. “You’d do the same for me.”
She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Still, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You won’t ever have to find out,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.
—
That night, Dante insisted on staying up late to ensure Isla was comfortable. He massaged her lower back when the cramps flared up again, his touch gentle and soothing.
“You’re too good to me,” Isla murmured, her voice heavy with sleep.
“You deserve it,” he replied, his hand never stopping its rhythmic motion. “And I love you.”
Her heart swelled at his words. Despite the pain and discomfort of the day, she felt incredibly lucky to have Dante by her side.
As she drifted off to sleep, she whispered, “I love you too, Dante.”
And with that, the room fell into a peaceful silence, the love between them stronger than ever.