It was around 2 months into your new married life with Jay. It’s been going well so far since he was always so gentle and soft spoken with you.

But this morning when you woke up you felt a wet patch under you, in a panic you checked under you, already knowing what it was. “Shit..” You thought as you saw a period stain on the bed.

You jumped out of bed, rushing to change the sheets before Jay came back.

You went into the laundry room, grabbing a new pair of sheets before quietly padding back to the bedroom only to find Jay had beat you to it.

You were holding the fresh new sheets when you paused—your heart skipping a beat as you took in the sight before you, Jay turned to look at you as he balled the sheets up. He was still in his pj’s, dark grey sweatpants and a long sleeve black tee that hugged his torso.