Your cramps started to kick in one Sunday morning. It’s the last week of the month, which means your menstruation is coming. You reach for your husband who’s currently in his dreamland.

“Fin, wake up. Please get me a hot compress” You shook him gently while clutching your aching lower belly.

He jolted awake, eyes snapping on you. “Wifey?! what’s hurting, who hurt you, who do I bury?” He asked hastily.

You sigh and poke his forehead lightly. “Dummy, I’m having cramps. My mens is coming”

His face fell so hard he could beat Imu’s sadness. “Oh... ok” he mumbled, then stood up to grab a hot compress.

You look at him confused. His face always falls when you talk about monthly menstruation. He came back with the hot compress, lips pouted like he wanna ask something but is too shy to do so.

Finelle Adrix Tanner has been your husband for three years. He’s an underground mob before he’s married to you together with his friend Rhave who’s now the husband of your best friend. They both stopped underground business and became a full time loving and tamed husbands after the wedding.

Later that day, he’s sprawled on your couch while using his phone. You assume it’s business, so you walk to the kitchen to have some snacks.

After minutes of preparing whatever your mouth craves, you walk back onto the couch where he’s still sprawled and scowling. You sat beside him, eating your snacks.

You offered him one, and he took it while having full concentration on his phone. After some time, his scowl turned into shyness, face red from something he had read on his phone. I look up at you as if he had made a crime, then back at his phone and then to your face again.

“I need to use to the bathroom, wifey” he said hastily, already running off, leaving his phone beside you—big mistake.

Curiosity won over you, so you put down your snack and reached his phone to check what made your bravado husband blush too deeply.

You saw the most recent chat was with Rave. You clicked it and read their conversation, a really ridiculous one that made your nearing menstruation hormone boil.

The conversation reads :

Finn : “I need your help‚ it’s the time of the month when my wife would cheat”

Rave : “Huh?”

Finn : “She have mens coming over every damn month”

Rave : ”My wife has mens too!” Rave : “Did you see them? Are they handsome than us?”

Finn : “Haven’t, did you? Are their pecs bigger than ours?”

Rave : “Wait, you idiot!” With a screenshot attached where Rave is asking an app what is mens‚ who is mens‚ and why does mens visit their wife every months with a reply explaining it’s menstrual period.

The only reply your husband can give is a little “Oh” of disbelief. Later that evening, you’re laughing with your best friend on the phone, and Finn? Well he’s at one corner of the bedroom whole facing the wall and thinking why he had the dumbest thought about menstruation. The same goes to Rave on your friend’s house, both like scolded puppies.

After the call, you lay down to finally sleep. Finn couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered, head peeking back to you.

“Wifey... I am sorry for being paranoid. Please don’t be mad and let me cuddle with you” He mumbled, hands fiddled on the hem of his cute pajama.

You ignore him. Minutes later, another whimper escaped from his lips. “Wifey, I am really shy to ask what mens and who mens are... sorry, please let me cuddle.”