Page 104 of Petite Fleur

I hadn’t bought any feminine hygiene products because I expected she’d be carrying my baby by now, but it seems my arrogance has done nothing but harm her.

“I’m sorry, fleur, I’ll go buy whatever products you prefer. How about you lay on the couch while I’m gone?” I suggest.

I want her to be comfortable, and if she’s cramping, she won’t feel any kind of relief while stuck on the toilet.

But my girl shakes her head and somehow her blush stains her cheeks a shade darker. “I can’t, mine are…heavy.” She almost whispers as if her confession is embarrassing.

Nothing about my love could ever be embarrassing, but it does worry me that it’s very possible that she’s been sitting on the toilet all day long. “Have you been sitting here all day?” I ask, praying my assumption isn’t correct.

My heart breaks when my girl stares down at her hands in her lap and nods.

Fuck!

How the fuck am I the man who is always prepared, yet I didn’t prepare for something as simple and predictable as a period?

No wonder she thinks I’m a monster…

Okay, I know that’s not why she said it the other day after her last gluten attack, but it fits this situation pretty well.

After an argument that, frankly, I was annoyed that I even needed to have, I got Maeve situated on the couch.

I laid her down on several towels, put a heating pad on her lower stomach, and gave her the remote while I took off to the store.

I can’t imagine she was comfortable at any point today, so I have a lot to make up for. In fact, when I got her up, her legs were asleep, and I had to carry her to the couch while she called me a butthead and insisted she could walk.

She insisted that she’d ruin my towels and possibly my couch, but I don’t give a fuck about the towels or the furniture.

I care about Maeve and that’s it.

A very small part of me is nervous that when I get home, she will have made her way back to the bathroom to avoid bleeding on the towels, but I need to be wrong about that.

I can’t punish her while she’s not feeling well, but I’d be pretty tempted to.

I grab Maeve chocolate, ice cream, salty snacks, and just about every period product I could find in store. I didn’t know what she preferred and I didn’t want to screw up twice in one day.

Shockingly, Maeve is still on the couch when I walk through the door.

Even more shocking is that she smiles at me when she sees me.

It melts my fucking heart at the thought of my girl missing me while I was gone.

I rush to put away all of the snacks and get the bath ready for her, it might be a little sore on her piercing, but she’s allowed to take a bath after two weeks and we’re right at that mark, so it’s safe for her and that’s all that matters.

Besides, it’ll help ease her cramps.

I walk back into the living room when everything is set up in the bathroom and smile at my girl. “Come on, ma fleur.” I insist.

I’m pampering this girl in hopes that it can make up for how uncomfortable she was forced to be all day because of my negligence.

I scoop her into my arms before she has the chance to protest and hold a towel under her ass while we walk into the bathroom;yet again, my girl insists that she can walk and argues to be put down.

Not happening.

“Of course you can walk, ma fleur, but I’m going to help you anyway. Did you not hear me the other day when I vowed to wait on you hand and foot? Did you think that was a bluff?” I ask casually.

Her lack of an answer tells me that she did in fact think it was a simple bluff, something I said in the heat of the moment while finger fucking her sweet little cunt.

That’s okay, I’ll prove to her over time that none of my threats or promises are empty.