Natasha was tired as she opened the door to her apartment. It was already eleven at night and she had been working non-stop. Her eyes were tired of staring at her computer all evening, her back was tired of sitting for too long and her legs were tired of walking to find herself a taxi nearby. She was hungry but she decided to have a shower first before she could it. He still had not gotten in touch with her. Was he mad at her? She shall figure it out later after her shower. She kicked her shoes at the door and went to her room for a shower. In the bath tub, the water was so refreshing and she shut her eyes for a while.
The man opened the door and the first thing he saw was the shoes kicked carelessly across the room. He smiled and proceeded to the kitchen. There was no prepared meal. His smiled faded. He moved on to the bedroom and saw it was empty. He grinned. He moved on to the bathroom and scene made him worried. He despised being worried and since this woman had stepped in to his life, he had been more worried more than the all the times combined he had been all his life before her. As he moved closer, the scene became even more upsetting. The woman had dozed off in the water, which he figured was already cold. The once very clean warm water had turned in to slightly bloody cold water. He frowned. He was aware of how hard she had worked for the rest of the evening and he figured it was because she knew what was coming. He went back to her closet and looked for any dark towel but found red towels instead. He rushed out of the apartment and soon returned with several black towels and black bathrobes. He removed all bright beddings on her bed and put on the black towels. He then went back to the bathroom and slowly lifted the woman from the bath tub and put her carefully on the bed, he did not want to wake her but he figured he shall have to do so for his knowledge in this matter was limited. He dried her cold body and wrapped her in a black bathrobe. He felt her forehead. Fortunately, she was not contracting a fever. Before he could wake her, the lady suddenly gripped her lower abdomen and let out a low painful growl then her eyes opened.
"Brandon," She called out weakly and tried to sit up. The man smiled at her sweetly. The painful cramp hit her again and she suddenly felt what was wrong. She looked around and saw the changed beddings and the slightly bloody towel before her. "Oh no!" She hid her face in embarrassment with the first thing she could find, a pillow. Brandon smiled at her, understood, stood up and kissed her forehead.
"Let me go prepare something for us to eat. I shall be waiting for you." He said and left the room. He had already had someone stock the kitchen with ingredients as the furniture was being changed so he only had to cook. He first searched the internet on what was healthy for a woman during her menses then he set off on his mission carefully. It was already past midnight when the food was ready and he set the table. He wondered whether she had fallen asleep or he should get her from her room. "Tasha, food is ready." He called out to her. There was no reply. He waited for a moment before he decided to go get her but before he could tap on the bedroom door, Natasha opened it. From the way she avoided looking at him, he could tell she was still embarrassed. He smiled at her and held her hand. "Come, let's eat. You must be hungry." He led her to the dining table and she sat down quietly. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he put some spinach in to her bowl.
"I am okay. Just some slight pain. You don't have to worry about me." Natasha replied and had a bite of the food in her bowl. She then looked at him concerned. 'Does his food taste like mine?' She thought to herself and looked at him enjoying his food. "I am thirsty." She said and the man immediately stood up to get her a glass of warm water. Natasha hurriedly took a bite of his food. 'It is salt less!' The man came back with a glass of warm water and handed it to her. He saw her eyes reddening and he immediately became concerned. "Bran, you did not have to do all this…and go through the torture with me." She said softly and closed her eyes for a moment to feel the pain. It took a moment for Brandon to understand what was going on. He then chuckled lightly and held Natasha's hand. He felt her grip tightening and he knew she was fighting the pain. After a while, she loosened her grip on his hand and opened her eyes. "Sorry." She sincerely apologized.
"For what?"
"For hurting your hand. I did not mean to."
"You can't hurt me physically." He relied and kissed her hand. Actually, her grip was quite strong and his hand was almost going numb. He would make fun of it later. "Tasha, my work is to take care of you as your man. You don't have to thank me. I have to be there during your hard times." He comforted and kissed her hand again.
"The food…"
"I used the internet. It is not that bad. Don't worry." Brandon replied and fed her a spoonful. "And you don't have to come to work until you feel better."
"No. I just came back today. And I have missed a lot of it since I joined. I would not want the employees saying I am taking advantage of our relationship to skip work."
"You can take advantage of me all you want." Brandon joked and they both laughed lightly. His face then became serious. "As for employees who would dare say that, I shall cut…" He paused when he noticed her angry eyes.
"Is that the only thing you know how to do?" Natasha asked angrily. Brandon smiled and kissed her hand again. Natasha took back her hand and rubbed her aching abdomen. "I have done most work today so I don't have any demanding work so I can make it to the office, even if it just for show. I cannot miss out any more days on work. Please." Brandon heard the determination in her voice and let out a sigh. "You did not contact me the whole evening. Were you busy with work?"
"No." Brandon shortly replied and Natasha's face immediately darkened. Brandon looked at her and knew what she was thinking. "I was out on a dinner date."
"Date?" Natasha asked even angrier. "With who?"
"A woman who matters a lot to me." Brandon replied and took a bite of his food. He was smiling inwardly. Looking at her jealous face, he felt very happy. But then he remembered women are very vulnerable during this few days. "Here, have a bite." He tried to comfort his jealous girlfriend but she refused. "The woman said hello to you." He added and Natasha threw her spoon at him and stood up to leave. Brandon escaped the flying spoon and reached out for his girlfriend. "Honey, it is just my mother. Don't tell me you are jealous of her!" He tried to comfort her. 'Adorable.' He thought to himself as he hugged his woman tightly. "Don't be mad at me. I shall not see her anymore!" Natasha looked at him, embarrassed, and hit his arm. Brandon rubbed his hurting arm and pulled out the seat for his girl.
"You are so annoying!" She snapped and sat down. "And if you dare not see her, I shall get angry at you!" She warned. Brandon nodded at her like an obedient little boy. The couple went on to eat. Natasha looked at Brandon eat peacefully without any hint of irritation on his face. She felt really lucky to have such a selfless man. She half-stood up and kissed his cheek. "I appreciate you dear boyfriend." She said happily. Brandon looked at his woman, surprised. The sudden mood change was really shocking to him. 'Wasn't she just angry with me a few minutes ago!' He thought to himself. "What?" Natasha asked the man looking at him.
"Nothing. I am just happy to see you okay." He lied and smiled at her. He looked at her close her eyes in pain and felt his heart ache for her. "Do you want some painkillers?" He asked concerned. Natasha shook her head.
"I had a lot of painkillers recently. I shall be alright."
"How about…" Brandon started and paused. Natasha opened her eyes and looked at him. "I give you many babies until you reach menopause. So you will not bare the pain for several years. If possible, one child after another until you are fifty." The more he spoke, the more Natasha looked at him, her mouth agape. "I have enough money to support several generations to come even if they do not all work." Brandon boasted. Natasha knew he was serious with whatever he said. "Is not my solution viable?"