Zack stands in front of me, frowning.
"What's up? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I ask concerned enough by the way he was holding his stomach to put my novel down.
He shakes his head. "No, it feels like I'm getting my period."
I get him a handful of chocolate chips from my super secret stash, then we cuddle and watch last nights shows from the Lifetime Channel.
Soon enough, he is cured, and - after sneaking more chocolate chips - I go back to my novel.
