little warning: periods. blood leaking from the womanhood. donât read if u arenât comfortable w it thanks boo
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â(y/n), babe, babe,â He shakes the sleep from me forcefully.
âWhat? What happened, Zachary?â
âThereâs blood on the sheets,â He breathes.
âBlood on the she-?â I kick the warm the blanket completely off my exposed legs and sit up on my elbows to look for the cause of his worries. I realize that my inner thighs are full of sticky red fluid and itâs also all over the bed. I look over at Zachâs confused face, illuminated by the dawning daylight streaming through the blinds of his bedroom.
His light brown eyes search mine for an answer, âWhatâs going on? Why are you bleeding?â
âDo you not know what time of month it is?â
âTwo weeks before the 31st, everyone is getting ready for Hal-â
âYes, maâam?â His bushy eyebrows furrow together thoughtfully.
âYour cyc- oh. Oh.â Zach peeps his head slightly above the comforter and observes the bloody scene with a new point of view. He wraps his arms around his bare chest. The fear fades from his innocent eyes, âIâm an idiot.â
Although we had been dating for quite some time, we only decided to start sleeping in the same bed the previous month a few days after my period stopped. He hadnât ever encountered a leakage that up-close in his life considering that he only had one female in his household that went through the painful time. âIâm sorry, baby. I was just scared and I was half-asleep and I didnât know what was g-â
âZach, itâs alright, love.â I yawn and lean my head on his shoulder.
He kisses me with his familiar lips, âYou know what? Go take a shower and Iâll clean this up. Donât you worry about a single thing, my princess, Iâll handle this.â
I smile against his skin. Even if he was the one who messed up, he had to be the one who seemed more mature in the end. Heâs quite a stupid kid. But I love that stupid kid with all I have.
With one last kiss, I get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom. I turn on the warm water and strip the clothes off my body. As the drop to the floor, I realize my pajama shorts are completely soaked with blood. I roll my eyes and kick them next to the magazine stand. As soon as I slide one leg into the cubicle, I hear a quiet knock at the door.
âWould you like me to take your clothes? Iâm going to wash the cover either way.â
I giggle. Zach does have common sense, it turns out.
I turn the lights off and unlock the door to hand him my stained clothes.
âWhy is it so dark in there, (y/n)?â He asks as he wraps his hands around the cloth.
âZachary Dean Herron, Iâm naked.â
âOh sorry.â He suddenly stumbles back and I hear a loud thump.
âThat was me, I tripped. The thought of you being naked overwhelmed me a little bit.â He wheezes.
I burst out laughing and turn the light back on, closing the door. He is too pure.
âTada!â Zach shows me a plate stacked with pancakes alongside bowls of freshly chopped fruits like strawberries and bananas, âI made breakfast! I hope you like it!â
I sigh and walk over to my wonderful boyfriend. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly. He pulls me close to him and subtly tries to deepen the love but I move away politely, âAs much as Iâd love to make out, Iâm hungry as frick.â
He chuckles, âGuess your comma is giving you desperate cravings, huh?â
âComma?â I pull up a stool, my eyebrow still raised at Zach.
âIsnât that what itâs called?â
I snicker and serve myself a portion of the deliciously fragrant food, âYeah. Iâm on my comma.â
