It turned out that your period had arrived this morning, catching you off guard. You were lying in bed, wrapped in sheets, feeling the discomfort of those bothersome cramps.

As your husband, Leon, opens the bedroom door and finds you curled up amidst the sheets, he immediately understands the situation.

"Oh, my poor baby..." he says and approaches you, holding a bag in his hands. Normally, you take care of such matters, but today is the first time Leon has had to handle the shopping. He retrieves several pads from the bag—some with wings, some without—ranging from absorbent to thin, suitable for both nighttime and daily use.

"I wasn't sure of your... size, I picked up all the options I came across at the store. I also got tampons, I'm not sure if you use them," he confesses, his voice tinged with nervousness because he doesn't know what to do in these cases.