Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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this is a part 2 to blurb 49 so make sure you have read that one before this one :) 

rafe talked you into coming over to his house after you got all that you would need from your house. you were hesitant, but it would be nice to have him there with you. his cuddles were irresistible and sounded like heaven, so you conceded and went with him to tannyhill. as soon as you got there, the first thing you wanted to do was take a shower and your sweet rafe got you some clothes together, most of which were his since he knew how much you loved to wear it. once you were clean and dressed, you laid down next to rafe where he was on his bed and cuddled into his side. putting his phone down, he switched your positions so that he could rest his hand on your lower abdomen like you liked for him to do when the cramping was relentless. like that, you each fell asleep in no time. if only you had known the horror you'd wake up to, you would've tried a little harder to stay home.

rafe grumbled a little when you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but you could feel that you had leaked a little. you just didn't know to what extent yet. "let me go, sweetheart. i have to go to the bathroom," you giggled as you sat up, feeling it rush out of you. your eyes widened before you bolted to the bathroom to assess the situation. your thighs were stained red as was most of the pair of rafe's boxers that you wore. thankfully, his shirt that adorned your body had riddled up in your sleep and was saved from the red sea that had escaped you. there was no way that you didn't bleed through to his sheets though and the thought of it just made you all the more embarrassed. after you cleaned up as much as you could, you went back into his room. it was dark outside by now, but even in the dark you could see that huge dark spot in the bed next to where rafe laid. with the light flickered on, a gasp escaped you at the intense mess you had made.

"what is it?" rafe whispered as he stirred awake. now, you couldn't even fix it without him knowing but trying to take the sheet off under his sleeping body was going to be hard anyway. he opened one eye to look at you and then followed to where you were staring, realizing what has occurred. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. you didn't know how you expected him to react but you felt it should be a little louder than this, at least a little more expressive. it was like it hadn't fully hit him yet. you watched him shuffle to his dresser and pull out some fresh clothes of his. "here, you go take another shower because i know you feel gross right now and i'll wash the sheets, okay?" he spoke in a soft tone.

"you're not mad? or upset? or grossed out?" you tested the water with your query. there was no way that he wasn't feeling anything like that.

"no?" he stated more like a question. he placed the clothes in your hands and pulled you closer to place a kiss to your forehead. "go on. i'll put new sheets on the bed and we can go back to sleep if you want or we can watch a movie. maybe order some food because i'm kinda hungry," he chuckled, seemingly completely okay with what had happened. you reached up and pressed your lips to his. "what was that for?"

"for being the best person i know."