Matthew Espinosa Imagines

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yes, this is an imagine. I just couldn't think of an accurate title for this cute-filled imagine, but I smiled while writing it, so I figured you all would smile too :) enjoy beauties.

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*Matt's POV*

I run around the store right when I enter it for feminine products. Right when I showed up at Cara's house, her tummy was upset and she was being all grouchy. She becomes a brat when she's on her period.

But a cute brat.

I become anxious as I shop for my baby girl's needs. A) because I couldn't find the feminine products aisle and I knew my baby was suffering back at home and B) I missed her.

When I'm away for her for too long, my heart wrenches and aches for her soft, addicting kisses and melodic giggles.

I believe that if I go one day without hearing her giggle, I will die. That is why I called her every day while she was on vacation last summer.

I give up trying to find the aisle myself when I see a woman employee about to pass me.

"Excuse me, Mrs.," I say, the woman stopping in her tracks and raising her eyebrows at my greeting.

"Do you know where the - uh...the...um...t-tampons are?" I ask.

The woman goes from a straight face to bursting out in laughs.

I stare at her blank-faced as she tries to contain herself. What did I say that was funny?

"Y-Yes, Aisle 13" the woman finally says, as I nod and walk away hurriedly.

I find Aisle 13 and freeze when I see the millions - emphasis on millions - of choices.

I frown as I stare at the descriptions on the boxes and packages. Other girls in the aisle stared at me and some giggled. I ignore them.

Heavy flow? Light flow?

The fuck?

I don't even want to know what that means.

Tampons and pads? There's different kinds? I always thought there was only one option.

Why did the tampon kind look like a tiny dick?

I sigh from my forming headache and dial my baby girl's number, it ringing twice before someone picked up.

"Yesssssssss?" Cara's beautiful, melodic voice singing into the speaker.

I smile at the sound of her irresistible voice. "Baby girl, I need help."

"What's up?" she asks curiously.

"Do you use tampons or pads?" I ask, people around me staring but I keep my eyes on the millions of packages.

I hear my princess giggle. "Either of them is fine."

"No!" I refuse. "I don't want to get the wrong one, baby, or else you'll be uncomfortable and I'll be sad" I pout.

Cara chuckles, making my heart thump. "Matty, just pick one darling."

"What's the difference anyways?" I ask.

"Tampons go inside and pads don't" Cara explains, her beautiful giggle following the sentence.

I cringe. "Nope, nope, no, no, no. The only thing that goes inside of you is me, I'm buying you pads."

Cara starts laughing so hard, that I chuckle at her adorable snorting. "Matt!" Cara whines.