Oh god, he wasn't prepared for this. No one warned him about the challenges of parenthood, especially when faced with moments like this—your first period.

Kaveh knew you must be terrified, and he couldn't shake the guilt for not discussing these things with you earlier. With no mother figure in your life, he felt responsible for leaving you uninformed and scared.

"It's okay, shhh," he comforted, gently wiping away your tears. He berated himself inwardly for his lack of preparation. But then again, there was no use crying over spilled milk. He could still fix this. "Look at me."

Running his fingers through your hair, Kaveh's scarlet eyes softened with concern, even with the exhaustion that laced them. He didn't mind being woken up in the middle of the night. All he cared about was your well-being.

"It's scary, I know—well, no I don't, but it's completely natural."

Drawing you closer, he held you tight, soothingly rubbing your back to ease your distress. He had already provided you with the necessary sanitary items and instructions, but he understood that you were still overwhelmed and confused.

"Don't worry about the mess, that's what washing machines are for. All this means is that you're growing up, okay?"