“Anything you need, Scratch. You’re okay, right?” he questions, and I can already feel the blush creeping up as I take in all the feminine products in one of the bags that got dumped on the floor.
“Fine,” I squeak. “Just dying of embarrassment. Love you, bye!” I toss my phone on the table and glare at Creed. “What the fuck is all this?”
He tilts his head at me. “I went hunting and got you everything Google said you would need. Did I do it wrong?” He’s looking at all the bags in front of the two of them, and he looks so sad like he may have fucked up, that I kind of feel bad for him and burst out laughing.
“Not necessarily, but this is a lot. Like, I may never need another feminine product as long as I live, a lot,” I explain.
He beams at me like he’s proud of himself, and hits Barren in the stomach.
“See, told you. Google would never steer a dude wrong with this shit.”
I groan, shaking my head as I watch him bend down.
Picking up a box of tampons, he rips it open like an insane person before I can warn him, and tampons literally fly fucking everywhere—hitting Barren and raining down all over the damn living room.
I can’t hold back the laughter that was threatening to come out.
Tor and I are laughing so hard from the look on their faces, that I almost piss myself before Creed mutters something.
Looking towards him, still clutching my stomach, I see he looks confused and somewhat horrified, before noticing the instructions he’s holding.
Ah, fuck.
“Doll, are you sure these are what you want?”
I raise an eyebrow in question.“Are you sure you enjoy fucking Ollie’s ass?”
He opens and closes his mouth a few times while Torren and Barren laugh at him.
“Of course, I’m sure!” He actually blushes a little, and I snicker.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions.” I look at all of the bags on the floor, and my chest warms. “You did all of this for me?” I look between them and they both nod.
“We even stocked up on chocolate.” And those are the magic words.
I jump off the couch, rushing to the bags, and start throwing shit everywhere in search for the magic period candy.
Nothing is coming between me and my chocolate, and I will stab any bitch who tries.