Requested by 007spiz: Tom and Y/N are cuddling, and she unexpectedly gets her period. She gets really embarrassed, but Tom runs her a bath and helps her out.

I sat on my toilet, my panties around my ankles and my heart racing as I stared at the pregnancy test that I clutched in my fingers. The small white window was still empty, though that didn't stop my teeth from nervously gnawing on my bottom lip as I impatiently waited for the result to come up. I had no real reason to think that I was pregnant, after all, my boyfriend of a year, Tom, and I always used protection when having sex, and no condoms had broken recently as far as I was aware. But my period was also four days late now, and I had never been late in my life. I wasn't showing any other signs of early pregnancy apart from the late start, and so right now, I was just hoping that this was the one time that it was late, and I was just being paranoid. I looked down, my heart skipping a beat as the result came up. My eyes widened, a massive breath of relief leaving my lips at the one line. The one line that showed me that it was negative. I wasn't pregnant.

"Oh, thank god." I sighed and dropped my head as my heart started to slow down. I puffed out and binned the negative test before standing up and pulling my panties back up. I flushed the toilet before unlocking the en-suite door and heading out into mine and Tom's bedroom. He looked up at me from his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp.

"So?" He asked nervously as he sat himself up properly.

"Not pregnant. It was negative." I nodded. My boyfriend had the same reaction as me, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth falling open as he held a hand to his naked chest.

"Thank god for that. I don't think that I've ever been so scared in my life." He chuckled lightly with a shake of his head.

"If you don't want a baby with me, Tommy, you could just say." I teased, making his smile widen as I crawled onto the bed towards him.

"Of course I want a baby with you, my love, just in a year or two, after we're engaged and married." He reassured as we both lay back down, and I rested my head and hand on his chest as he curled his arm around my waist.

"Give me the ring then." I continued to tease, making him laugh and shake his head as he kissed my hair. Tom and I had been together since having filmed the movie 'Cherry' together, where I had been cast to play his love interest, 'Emily'. I had unsurprisingly fallen for the amazingly good-looking and insanely kind boy quickly, with him showing that he felt the same way when he'd asked me out on a date on the last day on set. I hadn't hesitated to say yes, and we had been together ever since. Now, whilst we were under no illusion that we were each other's ones, and therefore wanted marriage and children together eventually, now was not the time. Both of our careers were only getting better, mine skyrocketing because of 'Cherry' whilst Tom's also continued to do extremely well. So, it just wasn't the right time to have a baby, hence why we were both so relieved that the test had been negative. Now, I just had to wait for my period to come. Whenever the fuck that would be.

"You ready to turn the light off? Because I'm absolutely fucking shattered." Tom chuckled as I cuddled into his chest.

"Definitely, I feel like I could sleep for eternity." I sighed out, my anxiety now non-existent because of the test as Tom reached out and turned his bedside table light off.

"Night, I love you, sweetheart." He mumbled as I leant up, and he leant down so that our lips pressed together.

"Love you too, Tommy. Goodnight." I returned quietly, my eyes fluttering shut and Tom's arm curling further around me to pull me closer as I slipped into the gentle grasp of sleep.

My eyes shot open, the dreaded feeling of liquid pouring out of me paired with the blow of excruciating pain in my abdomen hitting me like a truck as I was harshly pulled out of sleep. I looked around, our bedroom still shrouded in darkness to tell me that I had clearly just gotten my period in the middle of the night. I looked to my side and groaned quietly as my alarm clock read three-fifty a.m. Fuck my life, I thought as I turned my head the other way to look at Tom. My boyfriend was still soundly asleep, his lips parted slightly and quiet snores leaving them as his arm was hung over my stomach, and his face was buried into my neck. I sighed and bit my lip as I tried to figure out what to do. I could tell from the sheer feeling of the blood leaving me that it had definitely soaked through my panties and onto our sheets, meaning that if I didn't wake him up, Tom would have to unknowingly sleep in blood-soaked sheets for the rest of the night. And I doubted that he'd appreciate that. I groaned quietly as I decided that waking him up too so that I could get myself sorted and get the sheets washed was unfortunately the best course of action, even at this ungodly time. I sat up and turned my bedside table light on, making Tom immediately groan and scrunch his face up in protest.

"Love, what the fuck?" He groaned as he rubbed his still shut eyes with his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I just got my period, and because I wasn't expecting it, it's gone everywhere." I sighed, my heart starting to race as the embarrassment began to creep in. After all, I had only started to live with Tom a couple of months ago, and this was still his house. Whilst I knew that he understood it and would more than likely be fine about it, I still couldn't help but feel ashamed and embarrassed that I hadn't thought ahead and put towels down so that now Tom's lovely white sheets were covered in my blood. Tom's eyes opened at my words, and he propped himself up onto his elbow.

"Oh, shit, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He sighed as he sat up and wrapped his arm around me.

"No, the cramps are already killing me, and I feel so fucking embarrassed that I got my period when we were cuddling in your bed." I choked and shook my head.

"Hey, no, sh, sh, it's okay, don't be embarrassed, darling, please. It's okay, it's perfectly natural and not your fault at all." He chuckled lightly as his hand started to rub up and down my back soothingly. I sniffed and looked at him.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked hopefully as tears continued to leave my eyes.

"Of course I'm not, darling, you've done nothing wrong, and I'd be a very shitty boyfriend if I was angry at you for something that you can't control. Tell you what, let me run you a bath and get these sheets in the wash, yeah?" He nodded.

"Tommy, no, you don't have to do that, this isn't your mess to clean up." I sighed and shook my head.

"And it's not a mess that you caused intentionally. You're in pain, my love, let me do this for you." He spoke as he looked at me. I sighed again and gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, Tommy, it really means a lot. I love you." I nodded as I leant forward and pecked his lips.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Let me run the bath, and then I'll sort out the sheets." He smiled reassuringly, making me return it as he stood from the bed and headed into the en-suite.

I sat in the bath, the hot water and bubbles surrounding my body as I just relaxed. I sighed out and let my eyes flutter shut, the heat around me helping my cramps slightly. I turned my head to look at the closed door as I heard a gentle knock against it.

"Can I come in, darling?" Tom's muffled voice called.

"Yeah, come in." I returned. The door opened and my boyfriend gave me a small smile as he slipped in before shutting it again.

"How are you feeling? Has the bath helped at all?" He asked softly as he crouched down beside the porcelain tub and rested his arms on the side as I also sat up to properly face him.

"Loads, actually. My cramps are calming down." I nodded.

"Aw, I'm glad, sweetheart. When you're ready to get out, I've washed your favourite pyjamas so that you have something comfy and clean to sleep in, I've washed the sheets and have replaced them with my nicest ones, and I just went out and got your favourite snacks, and some products too, for tomorrow. You're all sorted." He smiled. I choked and bit my lip, my heart so full of love for the boy in front of me as I heard all that he had done for me. All that he didn't need to do for me, especially not in the middle of the night, but had decided to do anyway.

"Thank you, Tommy. That's all so meaningful and thoughtful, and sweet, thank you." I cried and shook my head as fresh tears started to roll down my face.

"It's okay, my love, but why are you crying?" He chuckled as he raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears before simply cupping my face with his palm.

"Because it's four-thirty in the morning, I just got my period, and you've been so nice about it. You didn't have to do any of that, you could have slept in the spare bedroom and left me to sort it out, but instead you've done so much. I just love you so much, and I'm so emotional and feel like crap, but I love you so much." I sobbed. He chuckled and bit his lip, his beautiful chocolate eyes scanning over my face as he clearly enjoyed my emotional state. In a loving way, though.

"It's okay, darling, of course it is. I love you, and I know how much your periods hurt you sometimes, let alone in the middle of the night. So, anything that I can do, absolutely anything, I will do it. I love you too much to let you suffer if I can help in any way that I can." He shook his head. I nodded and sniffed as I gave him a small smile, his hands gently taking mine as my heart swelled with love for the boy who one day, I would marry and have children with.

"God, I wish that I could reward you with sex right now." I shook my head, making him laugh and kiss my hand.

"No need, my love. Making you smile and knowing that you're okay is all the reward that I need." He reassured, making me smile again at his insanely kind words as I leant in and gently kissed him.