Nobody like you - A Mason Mount Story

Period

Yesterday was awful. You've never had to take a day off work because of your periods, normally you barely know your on, but yesterday was so bad you stayed in bed all day and watched Netflix.
Before you even got up out of bed you knew you had leaked during the night, and Masons bed sheets being white, figuring out a way to tell him wasn't going to be easy. "Mase, mase babe please wake up," you whispered, shaking him slightly. "You okay?" his tired voice present as he rubs his eyes. "I'm really sorry," tears begin to brink in your eyes, you were so nervous, of course you've had periods while seeing Mason, but your relationship is still so fresh. "I've leaked in the bed," hiding your face in embarrassment, you wait to hear Mason's reply. "Tay, they're only bedsheets please don't get upset, there's loads in the drawer and we can always get more it's no biggie." He says, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Come on, i'll sort it out, you go get in the shower." "I love you." "I love you too Tay." Mason's words calmed you quickly and it isn't long before you're relaxed under the warm shower. The door opens slightly, and a familiar face peeks round the corner making you smile. "I've brought you some joggers, your favourite jumper of mine and a tampon." He says, placing the stuff in a pile next to your towel. "Thank you, love." Drying yourself off you put on the joggers and Mason's jumper, before tying your hair up into a bun.
"There's my girl!" He states, wrapping you in his arms and planting a kiss on your head attempting to comfort you and make you feel better. "I'm so sore," you mumble into his neck, as Mason leads you to the sofa. You hadn't actually taken in the outfit Mason had on, until you properly opened your eyes.
"I'll be back soon, okay babe?" He says, picking up his keys. Oh how you loved him. Dressed in his chelsea pre-match kit you were reminded of the game today. You knew Chelsea v Tottenham was a big one, and Mason really wanted you there for it, but the fact he hadn't mentioned it to you because he knew you felt like crap, made you fall in love even more. "Mase, don't think i won't be going to the game," you reply, standing up out of the seat. "Taylor, you really don't have to." "I know, but you were talking about this game all last week, i'll feel awful." "Watch it from home." "You need to go, Mase you'll be late." "Promise you'll watch from here?" "Promise." You let out a sigh as your boyfriend left the house. "Had my fingers crossed," with a cheeky smirk you head upstairs to get ready for the match.

After the game, your sat back on the sofa with the Mount 19 on your shirt, waiting for Mason to arrive back. "Tay, you promised," he says, locking the door, and throwing his keys in the basket. "Had my fingers crossed, and don't think i didn't see you play better after you saw me." "That's because i try to impress you," he says, slumping down next to you. "I know, that's why i go," smiling, your lips brush his, before you peck him gently, savouring the moment. "How are you?" He asks, placing a hand on your stomach. "Very sore, but i pulled through for you," you say looking deep into his eyes. "Come on, let's get you upstairs." He says cradling you bridal style, yourself letting out a slight squeal as he lifts you up. "It's meant to be me babying you after games," you giggle, as he places you on the bed. "Yeah, well, i like to treat you once in a while."