Page 71 of Theirs

Chapter 20

One would think the sun would wake me up, considering Mac doesn’t have any window treatments over the tinted floor to ceiling windows, but that’s not what wakes me. I’m lying on my back when an intense cramp hits me in my lower back. A cramp so intense that it wakes me up and I can’t go back to sleep.

“Shit!”I grumble, realizing that it’s my monthly cramps notifying me that my period is here. They’ve always been horrific since I started my period when I was twelve. Sometimes, they manage to knock me out for a day or two with how intense they can get.

Alex is resting his head on my chest, and I look at my other side and find Mac fast asleep. I wonder what time he joined us in bed. I was so exhausted; I didn’t even get up to go eat my dessert like I had planned. No wonder I was craving something sweet.

I wiggle, and feel something wet seeping out of me. Possibly just mine and Alex’s pleasure from last night, but I know better, the cramps tell me I’ve probably bled everywhere. I roll Alex off of me, trying not to wake him. The sun has barely risen, the guy’s alarms are probably going to go off in the next half hour so they can get ready for work. I’ve got just enough light coming into the apartment, that when I crawl out from under the covers, and lift them up, I see a patch of blood on Mac’s white sheets. Mac starts to roll over in it, probably searching for me in his sleep, and I give him a gentle push.

“Baby, come back to bed,” Alex grumbles next to Mac.

“Um,” I say, my voice quivering. There’s not much that I let get under my skin, but embarrassment always manages to make me emotional. “I can’t. I need you to get up.”

“What’s wrong?” Mac asks, suddenly on alert, sitting up in bed.

Alex sits up as well, grabbing his glasses from the side table. If I weren’t so mortified, I’d comment on how sexy he looks with those frames on his face.

“I just—” I start, trying not to cry from embarrassment. “Um, I started my period. I bled all over your sheets. Just get up and I’ll take care of them. Don’t look.”

“Hey,” Mac whispers, standing up and pulling on some grey sweatpants. “It’s okay. It happens.”

“Why don’t you go hop in the bath,” Alex says, glancing down between my thighs. “We’ll take care of everything.”

I look to where Alex’s eyes are, and find that some blood is trailing down my thigh. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab a tissue, and brings it to my leg to wipe up, but I snatch the tissue from his hand before he can touch me. I’m mortified. I usually do a good job at knowing when my period is coming, that way I don’t sleep naked. In the last three months or so of having sleepovers with the guys, I’ve done a decent job until now.

I grab some leggings and a sweater from my bag, realizing I didn’t pack any tampons. Just then, another cramp rears its ugly head. I start to cry, holding onto my hip, trying to squeeze the pain away.

“I don’t have any tampons, fuck,” I cry.

Alex comes over, and walks me to the bathroom. He turns on the water in the tub, and runs his hand under the water, trying to find the perfect temperature. He puts the stopper in, and grabs some bubble bath, and bath salts for me.

“Get in the bath, relax,” Alex says, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll run to the drug store and get you supplies.”

“You don’t have to do that—” I start to say, but what am I going to do? Bathe and walk a couple blocks to buy tampons while blood continues to leak out? Stuff some rolled up toilet paper in my underwear like I’m in middle school again? Hell no. Absolutely not.

“What did we say about letting us take care of you?” Alex says. “Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to most women.”

“Last night was supposed to be special,” I protest. “And then I wake us up by bleeding all over the fucking sheets.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Alex asks, as he helps me into the tub that’s halfway filled with soapy water now. I nod. “I know you’re only the third woman I’ve had sex with, but my favorite time to have sex with a woman, is when she’s on her period. You know why?”

I shake my head.

“Because that’s when they’re the horniest,” he says with a grin. “And orgasms help with cramps.”

I splash him with water. “Yeah right. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

He shakes his head. “Nope, not lying, baby. Now, what do you need? Nurse Alex is here to take care of you.”

I smile at him, leaning back in the tub so more of my body gets covered, the warm water is already helping the cramps. I give Alex a mental list of what I need to survive the next five days of shark week, and as he’s leaving, Mac comes into the bathroom.

“Now, Kitten,” Mac says, holding a plate and fork in his hand, and a glass of water in his other. “Don’t get used to dessert for breakfast. This is a one-time thing.”

He sets the plate down on the little table that lies across the tub, and it’s my dessert from dinner last night. Along with the water and a couple pain relievers.

“Thank you,” I tell him, going for pain relief first. “I’ll handle the sheets when I get out.”

“Already taken care of, my love,” Mac says softly, going into his closet to start getting ready for work.

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