Cater always knew you as an independent person. You didn't need anyone to help you, or so Cater thought. Till this day. Your periods started.

Periods means blood, blood means cramps, cramps means….Hurting. Every second of every minute for seven days. And knowing your periods, it will be painful, really painful.

You were on your bed, crying your heart out because of the cramps being really bad. Since Cater is always on his phone, you texted him and he replied immediately.

That's how he got here. In your room. Looking a bit shocked. Seeing you vulnerable and dependent was a thing, but seeing you cry, was another thing he didn't even know was possible.