Fated is overrated
As I sit down on the toilet, holding up my gown, my sight lingers on the array of supplies Zeke and Zane had gotten me when I started spending the night here.
They have been so thoughtful, the bassinet and cabinets are overflowing with all kinds of shampoos, conditioners, soaps, tampons, you name it. Everything they probably never knew existed, and Xena advised them I could possibly need, is here. As I am looking at all of the items, I start to think. I can’t remember ever having had my period here yet? But that can’t be, I have been here for 5 weeks already. I open the cabinets where I know the tampons are, and I am in complete and utter disbelief when I see the boxes are all still unopened