4 BRAND: She Belongs Here

"You should've asked your girlfriend what brand she wears. All women use tampons right now." She points to the second aisle.

"Thanks." I say and goes to that direction immediately.

Shit! The cashier is right. There are many brands out here to choose from. How the hell will I know which is the best for my girl. My heart does a double take. 'My girl'? Shit! Whatever.

I grab one pack and read the back packaging for its usage. I cringe at the procedure on how to put it inside the vagina. Are they really putting it inside? It's horrible to share that to Heather, more importantly on showing her how. I mean, I think by her age, she's already been told and taught about sex education but she's still a child to my eyes.

Grabbing another packaging, I read once more. This one is a lot bigger than the other and I make more comparison. It says pads, something that sticks on the panties to catch the bleeding. This thing isn't invasive and a lot safer to explain to Heather.

I snatch pack after pack until it fills my whole basket. I also grab some necessities for her like RTW clothes and underwear and a few healthy snacks for her in case she gets hungry during the night.

The cashier arches her brow at the items I bring to the counter. What? I don't have a clue how many goddamn pads I should buy and how long will the bleeding lasts so I'm buying Heather until her debut. Wait, what did I just mean about until her debut? She's only staying for the night. I tell myself.

My eyes immediately scan my apartment as soon as I step inside my living room, shutting the door close with my heel before the lock automatically clicks. After putting the grocery on the kitchen counter and bringing one pack of pads with me, I softly knock against my bathroom door.

"Heather? Aren't you done, yet?"

"I'm done." She says in between sobs that I cringe, cursing once more at her miserable sound.

"I'm going in, ok?" I ask before pushing the door open, peering inside and search for Heather. "Oh, baby. What's going on?" I rush down to the corner where she curls in a ball. "I bought you pads. Here, let me show you how to put it."

"I hurt, daddy." Heather whines, still tightly curled and clutching her stomach.

"I asked you earlier if you're hurt, you said you're not." I grab for the towel and wipe her wet, golden locks. "Where do you hurt, sweetheart?" I frantically ask, not knowing what to do with her anymore.

"I'm not hurt from Mistress Lea's treatment. I mean my stomach hurts."

"You're hungry, of course it'll hurt." I slowly unfold her from her position and wrap her with the towel.

"It's not that." She winces and whimpers, curling back once again.

"Then what is it? Tell daddy so he won't guess all the time."

"My tummy aches because of my bleeding." She sniffs again. "Every time I feel the pain, the bleeding flows afterwards. And…and…" She gasps and digs her nails on my arm as she bites her lips with probably another onslaught of her menstrual cramp. "It's really painful, daddy."

Fuck! She's killing me with all these crying. I pick her up and stride fast into my room before putting her down my bed. I go back to retrieve the pads and the fresh underwear sI bought for her and show her as we both learn how to use a menstrual pad for the first time.

"It's just easy, isn't it?" I say for both of us. "Now, put it on."

Heather stands from the bed, peels the towel from her body which bolts me right up from the bed as well and turn around to give us space. I'm not a sick fuck who gets off seeing naked girls like the character pedophile I posed from the raid earlier. But it's still weird seeing a naked body so young and just about to bloom. I'm no saint after all.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of the room to take the clothes I bought and return to my bedroom with them in my hands. I show it to Heather and her face lights up as she takes them and slides one over her head.

"You take a rest while I put something on the stove." I pat her head and walk to the door.

"Daddy!" Heather calls which halts me from leaving my room and turns to face her. "Daddy!" She runs and jumps into my arms and I catch her easily, picking her up and hug her tight. "Thank you, daddy. I love you." She cups my face and kisses my lips lightly before hugging me again.

I swallow hard at the lump in my throat. I've never been hugged before. Especially not this tight. I've been raised in boy's town and it's been cold ever since. Heather's warm embrace is like a miracle on Christmas for me.

I close my eyes and tightens my hold around her, inhaling her scent deeply into my lungs. My scent actually, from the products she used in my bathroom. I kiss her temple and walk her back to bed, tucking her under the covers.

"I love you, too, baby. Now rest."

Heather smiles and closes her eyes, sighing contentedly with her new but temporary life. I grimace at the thought of her pain if she'll be taken away from me. My heart doesn't like it one bit either. I suddenly get into a conclusion which I know won't make me regret. Heather stays with me. She belongs here. She's mine.