He was embarrassed enough as it was, having to go down to Pierre's store for something like this. This was a small town, and once someone saw this, everyone would know. He knew he was your loving boyfriend and that you knew behind his tough exterior was just a bunch of mush.

But, c'mon!

There he stood, hands stuffed in his green letterman jacket from high school, olive eyes scanning the aisle of feminine products for the one thing you needed this time of the month.

Why the hell are there so many of them? What's a diva cup? Why are they all different sizes?

A hand ran through his brown hair, stressing harder than the time you thought he had a thing for Hayley before you were his.

There was no way Alex was asking Pierre for help. And he'd be mortified to go to Caroline for help even though she was always sweet and just beside Pierre.

So, he called you. The only sensible thing in his mind.

"Yeah, hi," Alex greets curtly, wanting to just get the things you needed while you were at your farmhouse dying as fast as possible. "I know I should probably know this considering how much time I spend there, but what size are you for these things?"