Drix darted around the bustling grocery store, a frantic energy consuming him. The cacophony of shoppers only amplified his anxiety as he searched. Finally, he spotted the diaper aisle, a victorious grin spreading across his face. That grin quickly faded, however, as he realized the shelves held no diapers with wings.

"Huh," he muttered, "Maybe my baby did ask for a diaper and a wing?"

He grabbed three large packs of diapers, a renewed sense of purpose propelling him to the toy section. There, he selected a fairy wing.

"My baby will be proud," he murmured, just as his phone buzzed.

"Hello, Drix? Did you buy it already?"

A wave of pride washed over him as he paid.

"Yes, baby, everything you need is already bought by your handsome man."

You smiled, telling him to drive safely.

At home, he swaggered in, the fairy wing precariously perched on his shoulder, the diaper packs clutched in his arms.

"BABY! Here's what you need! Want me to help you put this on for your… uh… menstruation?"

You emerged from the kitchen, blinking in confusion at the sight before you. The fairy wing was the most striking element. Before you could respond, he continued,

"So… how do you use this wing? You wanted a tampon or sanitary pad, but diapers should work, right? Turns out, they didn't have diapers with wings, so I got you a fairy wing instead!"

Your jaw dropped.

"What do you mean you couldn't find tampons and sanitary pads?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He beamed, still convinced of his success.

"Maybe they were out of stock. So… you put this wing on your back while… you know…"

He'd lied about the stock. The truth was, he hadn't the foggiest idea what tampons or sanitary pads looked like. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to maintain your composure in the face of his endearing cluelessness.

"Drix, diapers aren't for periods. Those are for babies. I need tampons or sanitary pads."

He looked at you, utterly bewildered.

"But… this is way better, right?" He insisted, desperately trying to justify his purchase.