Page 49 of Reed

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I started my period earlier.”

Fuck. I look at the calendar on my phone. I should’ve known she was about to start already.

“I’ll run you a bath.” I kiss her forehead and stand to walk to the bathroom.

“Reed.” She says, her voice cracking. “My stupid heating pad quit working, and I’m almost out of tampons. Can you take me to the store?”

I brush her hair out of her face, “You just lay right here, and I will handle it.”

Her eyes well up with tears, “But, you’ve been gone all day and I don’t want you to leave me.”

Smirking, I pull my phone out, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just get it delivered, okay?”

She nods her head as a tear slips down her cheek and I wipe it away with my thumb. “I’m going to go start you a bath and put the order in. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” She whispers.

While I’m getting her bath ready with some Epsom salt, I put in an order for delivery. Tampons, heating pad, those eye patch shits that she likes to put under her eyes, chocolate, two steaks, fixings for salad, garlic toast and some cut watermelon. I decide last minute to order her some new pajamas and slippers.

I help her get undressed and in the tub.

“I wish you could get in with me.” She looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I quirk a brow, “Who says I can’t?”

“Uh, me.”

“And why is that?””

She scrunches up her nose, “Because I’m on my period and that’s gross.”

I shake my head, “Oh honeybee…”

The doorbell rings signalling my order is here.

“Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

I hand the guy a tip and unpack everything before heading back to her.

As soon as I hit the cold tile, I take my clothes off and chunk them to the side. “Scoot forward.” I tell her.

“Ewe, no Reed. You don’t want to get in here with me.” She shakes her head.

“I don’t give a fuck about period blood, baby. Scoot. Forward.”

She reluctantly listens and I slip in behind her. She lays her wet hair against my chest. “Did you already wash your hair?”

She shakes her head no.

I grab the shower head and turn it on. She moves her head to the side and I take my time lathering her blonde strands with shampoo then rinse and use some conditioner.

Then, I lather her body. When I get to her pussy she holds my hand still. “No, don’t do that.”

“Honeybee, I told you a little period blood doesn’t matter.”

“But I’m cramping and I feel gross.”