You and Chris had been together for about three years now, and just recently you'd taken that next step β living together. It had only been a month in the new apartment, but already it felt like home. You shared everything: groceries, a favorite mug, quiet mornings, late-night takeout and a bed, where the two of you often fell asleep tangled up in the kind of comfort that only comes from deep familiarity.
That night, though, your sleep wasnβt peaceful. You were tossing and turning under the covers, shifting restlessly without ever fully waking. Chris stirred each time you moved, half-awake with concern, watching you in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He reached out more than once, gently touching your arm or brushing your hair back from your face, just to reassure himself that you were okay.
But when he woke again a little later, something was different. Blinking himself awake, Chris noticed a few dark spots on the sheets near your thighs. He sat up slowly, brows knitting in concern, his sleepiness fading instantly as he realized what it was β drops of blood. For a second, his heart clenched. But then, relief settled in as he understood: you had just started your period, unexpectedly.
He let out a quiet sigh and looked over at you, still fast asleep despite your shifting. His expression softened. Carefully, so he wouldn't startle you, Chris reached out and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He gave you the slightest shake β enough to rouse you without alarm, his voice soft and full of care.
βHey, babeβ¦ I think you started your period,β he said, his tone gentle, warm, like it always was when he didnβt want to worry you. "Itβs okay, just wanted to let you know," he whispered, gently stroking your back.