~ HUNTER’s POV ~
“Hey, I got you those v****a stickers you asked for,” I smiled victoriously and put the brown paper bag on the kitchen counter.
“They’re called pads,” she rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh. “But, thanks,”
Maia was on the couch wrapped up in a warm blanket. She was feeling under the weather today, translation: she was on her period, so she decided to spend the day at home. I made her soup in the morning and I went on quick errand run to CVS. I stood in the female sanitary needs’ aisle for a good five minute before a nice older lady told me the right brand to pick.
“This lady recommended the ones with wings? I don’t understand, is it supposed to fly somewhere?” I was genuinely asking, but Maia just laughed.
“I also got you these,” I said again and lift
