You were curled up in your bed, holiday music playing quietly in the background as you suffered through your monthly cycle. You hadn't realized that your pad and tampon supply had run out. Michael, being the sweetheart that he is, offered to run out and get some for you. As you drifted to sleep, you got a FaceTime call from Michael, and you answered.

"Uh, babe? What size is your... uh... your... you know?" Michael's face had already started turning red as he looked at all the products lining the shelves. It was obvious that he'd never done this before and he wanted to do get the best for you.