Charlie was glad that she had asked to stay over at Debbie and Carl's house because when she woke up after having gone to bed a few hours before, she didn't feel good. Her lower back and stomach were cramping up and she had no idea why, but she figured it had to do with the fact that she had started her period. It had never happened before, so when it persisted after trying everything to stop the pain, she crawled out of Michael's old bed and wondered into the master bedroom, still half asleep. When she made it into the room and over to the bed, she crawled in next to Debbie. Being a light sleeper, Debbie woke up to the weight difference in the bed. Feeling the added heat from her granddaughter, she opened her eyes to the ten-year-old laying next to her.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" Debbie asked, sleep evident in her voice. Charlie cuddled up close to Debbie. Being so close to Debbie, who was very maternal, helped her feel better. Even if it didn't help the pain, emotionally it was nice being in close range with the woman.

"My lower back and stomach hurt," Charlie replied, sleep also evident in her voice. Debbie immediately recalled the conversation she had with Charlie earlier that night and knew that the pain she was feeling in her lower back and stomach were from having her period. Debbie moved around in bed so she was lying on her back and Charlie moved with her, resting her head in the crook of Debbie's shoulder, using it as a pillow. With all the movement, that's when Carl woke up to his wife talking to their granddaughter. He groaned internally, the headache from having had too much to drink starting to kick in.

"Those are just cramps, honey," she said, sleep still evident in her voice. Carl wasn't sure what they had been talking about until his wife mentioned cramps, then he had an idea.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. Hearing her grandfather's voice, Charlie moved around so her face was buried in the side of Debbie's chest, embarrassment taking over. Debbie smiled to herself as she moved the arm Charlie was using as a pillow so it was affectionately wrapped around Charlie's body. Charlie appreciated the gesture as Debbie started to rub her back.

"Everything's fine," she replied to Carl. "How's the head?" she asked, diverting the conversation away from the one she was having with Charlie.

"Throbbing," Carl replied. Debbie laughed. She knew he would be miserable. Even though she had only seen him drunk a handful of times, she could remember how hard the hangover had been for him.

"Why don't you go get some ibuprofen and bring some back for Charlie," Debbie replied. Carl quite liked that idea, so he rolled over onto his side, gave Debbie a quick peck on the lips and then got out of the bed, walking to the bathroom to get ibuprofen for him and his granddaughter. Debbie smiled as she kissed Carl back before he got out of bed.

When he did get out of bed, Debbie looked down at the girl lying next to her, cuddled into her body. Charlie's breathing had slowed down a bit, so she knew she was starting to fall back asleep again. She loved Michael and despite not being able to have more kids after him, she was glad she only had the one, but deep down she had wished she had someone to give the period talk to and now she can check it off her list.

"Feeling any better, sweetheart?" she asked as she watched Charlie's chest rise and fall with every breath. Charlie's eyes fluttered open and she sleepily smiled at Debbie as she nodded her head. That's when Carl came back into the room, three ibuprofen (one for Charlie and two for himself) and a glass of water. He crawled back into bed and passed Charlie her ibuprofen and handed her the glass of water.

"Thank you," she said quietly as she sat up for a few seconds, took the ibuprofen and took a sip of water. She then passed the glass back to Carl who mirrored Charlie's actions, placing the glass on the nightstand soon after. Charlie rested her head back in the crook of Debbie's shoulder. "Should my chest hurt, Grandma?" she asked quietly, hoping Carl didn't hear what she had asked. He had, but he acted like he didn't. He just moved around in bed until he was comfortable.

"That's normal," Debbie replied. She was slowly being pulled closer to sleep. "Now get some sleep, honey." Charlie just nodded her head and softly nudged Debbie's chest before obliging, falling asleep within a few minutes. Carl had been watching the entire exchange, a smile on his face. He could see how content Debbie was and he couldn't help but to softly laugh. Debbie looked over at him and smiled.

"What?" she asked.

"I have on content grandmother on my hands, don't I?" he asked as he leaned over and kissed Debbie softly and affectionately. Debbie kissed him back, just as softly and affectionately.

"You do," Debbie agreed. "And I have a very hungover grandfather on my hands, don't I?" she asked. Carl couldn't help but to chuckle softly again.

"You do," Carl agreed. "And a tired one too," he said as he let his hand wonder to Debbie's and intertwined their fingers. Debbie rolled her eyes and kissed him one more time before she let sleep take over, Carl following close behind.