Periodicity

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SWIPE AND HIT PLAY FOR MUSIC!
Gabby's POV
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January 12th

This is our last day here before we meet up with my parents in Jamaica for at least a couple of days. At least he told me that part.

I'm dying for my mothers cooking. The thought alone is making my stomach growl in this bed. That and the cool breeze urge me to get up and start my day. Pulling back the thick white comforter, I roll out of bed and the closest thing to me is the shirt Jordan wore to dinner last night.

I slip it on and toss my braids into a bun. Good thing I brought my satin pillowcase with me because these braids won't stay in the bonnet for shit.

The sliding door to bedroom is open and the ocean breeze is audible.

"Jordan," I call but I hear no response.

He must not be here.

Tossing the sheet back a bit more, I search for my cell phone but it isn't here either. Like every other morning, Jordan moves it so that it doesn't wake me.

He's so annoying.

But sweet.

I shuffle my feet into my slides that sit before the bed and head to the bathroom. Every time I enter, I admire its black and gold design. It's modern but very...Barcelona.

I head straight for the shower. I feel a bit of an ache in my stomach when I reach for my net. It might be because Jordan has made use of me every night since we've been here or I could just be hungry.

Doesn't feel like a hunger ache though.

I shower, making sure not to wet my hair.

I hum along to my current favorite album. Sza really did her big one. I lather my body and before I know it, I realize it's that time of the month.

Shit.

I quickly reach for my HoneyPot before rinsing.

I packed for this but those things were put in the barrel to Jamaica — in hopes that I would be right behind it. I currently have nothing with me. It slipped my mind that it would be coming soon but I'm blaming Jordan.

So much for being the most organized of us two.

"Baby," I hear him enter the bathroom just as I go to curse him under my breath.

"Mmhmmm," I turn the water off and grab a towel to exit with. I wrap the towel around my body and open the glass door. When I look in the counter, I see s box of tampons.

And other necessities...pain killers and stuff like that.

I stand corrected.

Though he knows I usually like to ride it through without medication. And I'm still dealing with scarring from previous events.

I hear him in the water room so I move to the door. He catches a glimpse of me.

"Privacy maybe?" he chuckles looking back at me.

"Where did you just go?" I disregard his statement.

"To the pharmacy. Got you some things. Thought you might need them," he says and if it wasn't for the current state of me, I'd let what happened last night — and every other night — repeat itself right now in this bathroom.

"Thank you," I say calmly turning around and giving him the privacy he previously requested.

I brush my teeth, waiting for him to exit, in hopes that I won't make a mess before he does. He comes out and eyes my crossed legs while he washes his hands.