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Forty-seven

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Ava

It had totally slipped my mind that I was supposed to have my menstruation this week. Despite me being on the pill, it was still a small gap after every map of pills. The main reason that I was taking birth control at all, was because of the extreme cramps I got. And the fact that I didn't want to get pregnant, obviously. Since the start of mine and James' relationship, it was more important than ever that I took them. We had sex a lot...

The last couple of days, my body had felt like absolute crap. I was lucky to have James by my side. I noticed that he was inexperienced when it came to periods, but I enjoyed seeing him do his best to be there for me.

Last night when I was watching a movie, waiting for him to be done with work, he came into the room holding a bag filled with sweets. Don't take me wrong, I was thankful, but he was so excited to see my reaction that he just watched me eat as if my uterus would stop leaking blood. He had a thing or two to learn.

He had taken some time off from his tasks to spend time with me too. Whether it was assisting me in the shower or making a luxurious dinner every evening.

It was now the last day of my cycle, and my cramps had reduced. I could finally get out of bed without feeling as if my insides are getting ripped out of my body.

I walked down the stairs, wearing one of James' t-shirts that reached down to the middle of my thighs. I still had a light headache and waited impatiently for the pills that I just took, to kick in.

When I got down to the foyer, I smiled at the guards, and they greeted me by bowing their heads. I'm not going to lie, I liked feeling like a queen. If it wasn't James that made me feel like it, it was the people working for him.

James had his back to me when I stepped over the threshold into the kitchen. A smile made its way onto my lips while I watched him move his hips slightly to the beat of the music. I didn't recognize the song that played softly in the background, but my attention was on the man in front of me anyway.

I was happy to see that ever since we got more serious he had taken down his guard. He was still the dominant, possessive mafia Don, but he was so much more than just that now.

The side of my body leaned against the counter while I watched him cook, still moving to the beat of the sound.

"I didn't know I dated a dancer?" I said, and he turned to me when he heard my voice. He smiled, a tiny blush on his cheeks. I melted.

"Come here." He held out his hand to which I took, and he immediately spun me around and forced me to join his ridiculous dancing.

My back was pressed against his front as he guided our bodies back and forth. He locked my body with his arms, holding me in a tight grip.

"You're going to burn the food." I chuckled, feeling his nose grace over the skin on my neck.

"I can make more." He answered.

He spun me around again, pulling me close by gripping my waist. He reached down to kiss my lips and my arms went around his neck, wanting more.

I pushed myself closer to him, feeling the bulge in his sweats against my lower stomach. He groaned against my lips and pulled back to look at my face.