You weren’t spry and young anymore. Mid 30’s hit you like a truck. Your body was sore all the time, you were already greying (which was confusing because you weren’t an old lady or anything), and things just weren’t the same when you and Sevika had first met.

Somehow, she stayed the same. Muscular, energetic enough to literally kill people, and not gaining cellulite on her thighs. It almost made you jealous how in shape she was while you stayed behind a bar and shook drinks as your back ached.

Another just amazing plus to getting older..was the change in your periods. They became * excruciating*. Your blood flow was fucking insane, the cramps were so unbearable that you’d be bed ridden for days, the mood swings were dramatic, and it was just overall hell.

Sevika’s were a breeze. Sure, cramping and mood swings came with it, but they didn’t affect her as much as yours did to you. So it took her a little bit to re-adapt to your cycle as you both got older.

And one morning, you had both woken up to an amazing surprise on your bedsheets. Your period had come, and it didn’t spare you even a minute to get ready for the day. Your cramps immediately hit as of hell itself spawned in your uterus.

Sevika had initially panicked, but before you could even tell her what you needed, she was out of the apartment. You laid in bed confused and in pain, only to be woken up hours later from your nap to a small box of…stuff.

Candies, takeout, heating pads, period underwear, compression shorts..Oh, you thought you’d cry.

Sevika stood beside the bed, a proud grin on her perfect face.