Waking up to unhappy cursing was a bad sign.

Mark opened his eyes, your side of the bed was empty, and there was blood in a particular spot…

It wasn't anything that hadn't happened before. The sheets needed to be soaked in cold water, they were older- you'd gotten your cycle down to the week of and prepared the bed.

He heard the shower start.

He sighs. The team was ready to start a new project, You were eager to be camera girl.

You were good at it, reading him and never taking long to get the shots he wanted.

But now this…

You came out wet haired, in a robe.

"Are you going to be okay, today?" Mark asks, wanting to give you an out.

"Yes. The first day is never that bad for me."

An hour or so later, what you had said earlier felt like you had lied straight to his face.

It wasn't- what you'd said was normally true. But mother nature was an evil bitch sometimes.

But you felt guilty. He needed you on this project. So you kept going.

Even though it felt like the painkillers you'd taken never quite kicked in.

Even though, when you broke for lunch, you were too worried it would come back up later to eat much.

As evening crept closer, you were flagging.

You'd slipped into going through the motions, trying to ignore the pain in your lower abdomen, the exhaustion you felt sweeping through you.

When Mark called cut, you saved what had been filmed, and sat on the ground near one of the walls, pulling your legs in so you're sitting cross- legged.

It was a mistake, you had no idea how'd you get up again. Then again, you didn't care that much at the moment.

The others attention was elsewhere.

You wrapped both of your arms around your stomach, and leaned forward, your head close to the carpet. When your stomach was upset this sometimes helped, and you hoped it would this time.

You weren't paying attention, too focused on not making noise, or drawing attention to yourself.

A warm hand on your shoulder. You lifted your head up.

Mark. With the softest eyes and a small sweet smile that was just for you.

It was quiet, and you relized everyone had left.

"We're starting filming again a day from now."

He looked at you, and then continued.

"It won't change a thing, this isn't something I've hyped.

I've talked about it, sure, but it's a surprise. No-ones waiting. You aren't stopping anything from being done."

For Mark could read you, too. He knew you worried about failing. Failing him, failing the fans.

"Let's go home, Y/N"

He held out a hand to pull you up.

You wobbled, and his hands went to your sides to steady you.

"I gotcha, baby. It's okay." He murmurs, pulling you to him, resting his head on yours.

You groan softly.

"I'm just glad today's over. God, and tomorrow's more of the same"

Mark's hand slid up and down your back.

"Tomorrow's tomorrow. We'll get through it."

Now you were on the bed the two of you shared.

Mark was laying flat, and your head was on his stomach. You were curled on your side, legs pulled up so you were slightly fetal.

You were holding one of Mark's hands, his other one switched between stroking your hair, playing with it, or stroking your side.

Your other hand held the small heat pack, that looked like a black furred kitten with blue eyes, to your belly.

You got up one more time to change what needed to be changed, and then curled back where you were.

You'd taken more painkillers, they were kicking in. Heat pack was working it's magic.

You started to fall asleep, waking only for a moment as Mark shifted, getting into a position he could sleep in. He pulled you partway on top of him, wrapping an arm around you, then relaxed again.

When you woke up next, it was light out. You could smell breakfast in the air- Pancakes, bacon, coffee- was that chocolate, too?

Your stomach snarled it's displeasure at having been neglected yesterday.

You went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and headed down stairs, not bothering to change out of your pajamas.

Mark smiles when he sees you.

"I was going to bring this up to you, but since you're up-

-unless you want to go back to bed!"

"No. I may not be up for much today, but I should at least get out of bed."

You smiled as he placed a plate with chocolate chip pancakes and bacon in front of you.

"See, I'm learning," He said with a wink.

You huffed a laugh.

Today would not be hard. Not with this wonderful man beside you.

When you walked into the living room after breakfast, there was another surprise waiting.

Mark had turned the couch into a blanket nest.

"I thought a nest, and whatever show you'd like to marathon would be a good day."