Preference #52: Your Daughter Gets her Period and You’re not Home- His POV (Requested)…
Louis: “Bloody hell, literally,” I heard my daughter say as she stepped out of the bathroom. She looked shocked when she saw me. “Daddy,” she tried to pretend she wasn’t disappointed to see me. “You got your first period,” I cheered hoping to lighten the mood. “How did you know it was my first,” she asked clearly still creeped out. “Mom tells me everything and never told me that,” I decided toning it down may be the better approach. “Need any help,” I offered. “I’ll wait for mom,” she insisted trying to avoid me. I stepped in front of her, “do you know where that pads are?” She seemed nervous as she shook her head. “I’ll show you where mama stashes them,” I insisted leading her to our bedroom. “I grew up with four sisters you know? I can help you with this stuff when moms not around.” “I get it Dad,” she said clearly hoping I would stop. I rummaged under our bathroom sink and found the pads. I pulled one out and handed it to her. “Do you know how you put it in your, um panties,” I asked not sure how to fraise it. “EW, DAD BOUNDRIES,” she over dramatized by throwing her hands in the air, fleeing the situation.
Harry: “What were you doing in our bedroom Kido?” I asked our daughter as she sat down for breakfast. “I um, got my period so I needed some products…” she tried to concentrate on her food and not me. “Your first?” I got nervous thinking about everything that a period means. She just nodded and kept her eyes on her plate. “Sorry Mom is not home, she would be more helpful.” I continued eating and concentrating on my baby girl, trying to read her. “It’s fine Dad. No big deal, the cramps are the worst part,” she said feeling her lower stomach clearly in pretty bad pain. Once we were done eating I went straight to Google. I was happy to find out that bananas could help with cramps, since we had plenty of them. I went and made a banana smoothie and gave it to her, she seemed grateful. Then I made an appropriate lunch. “Banana smoothies, banana honey peanut butter sandwiches, bananas, and banana cream pie for desert,” I explained as she came in to eat. “Do you want me to sweat bananas Dad? I was already starting to feel better,” she said sitting down intimidated. “It’s tasty anyway,” I insisted filling my plate. “I’m going to tell mom you force-fed me bananas all day,” she threatened, but dug in clearly loving it.
Zayn: “Um, dad do you know when mom is going to be back?” My daughter asked clearly needing something. I turned off the show I was watching. “Not for hours, need something?” “Ummm,” she thought about it for a second then started walking away, “no it can wait.” I followed behind her. “Nonsense you can tell me,” I insisted. “I got my period and I don’t know where to get, you know.” She was so shy about everything. “Let me show you,” I said knowing where (y/n) kept them. I never noticed how many different products she had under there and decided I was as lost as her. “I think there are diagrams and stuff on the packages,” I said looking at them. “Do you think you can figure it out,” I asked hoping I would not have to get any deeper into the situation. “I think I’ve got it, thanks dad,” She smiled assuring me. “I’ll make you some tea,” that always seems to make mom feel better,” I insisted as I left the room so she could work it out. I was glad I at least knew one thing, as I made the tea the way I did every month for my wife.
Liam: “Dad I got my period,” my daughter said blankly catching me off guard. “Oh,” was all I could think to say. “My first period, help please,” she had somewhere to be. “Um did your mom go over this with you?” That area was not my strong point. “NO! Dad please, do you know anything?” She was getting moody. “Give me like five minutes,” I said leaving the room and calling (y/n) immediately. “Help, she got her period,” I yelled in the phone the second she answered. “Calm down, for a second there I thought you got yours.” She laughed easing my nerves. “Give her the phone.” I watched my daughter’s mood brighten as she talked to (y/n). She was great at soothing people. “I love you too, thanks Mom,” my daughter handed me the phone as she went to where my wife told her the pads were. “She should drink a lot of water, dark chocolate is nice, I get pretty bad cramps so if she does too bananas and green tea can help. Dairy and sugar can make them worse. If they are really bad give her some pain killers. Sorry I’m going overboard, it’s just her period. Did you follow all of that?” “Got it, thanks,” I said relived thinking I could handle that. “Thanks for dealing so well with this, I wish I was there.” “Me too,” I assured her before wrapping up the conversation.
Niall: I heard my daughter rummaging through the bathroom cabinets. “What ya looking for sweetheart?” She was getting frustrated. “I got my period and I can’t find where mom puts her pads or tampons or whatever. I texted her and she’s not responding, I don’t know what to do,” she was on the verge of tears. “She must be out,” I said checking the place I’m pretty sure (y/n) stores them. “I’ll be right back, take a bath or something.” I had no idea how to handle the situation since I didn’t have very many women in my life. That became even more apparent when I got to the store. I managed to find the feminine care isle, but that didn’t narrow the store down much. How could there be that many options for one problem? I grabbed some of everything, more than lost at that point. I set the bags outside of the bathroom and yelled through the door to let her know I got them. An hour later (y/n) came home. “So you handled the situation,” she said with a chuckle showing me a picture of all the stuff I bought piled up on the floor, that our daughter had texted her. “I didn’t know what to do,” I said embarrassed. “It’s fine, you tried. Plus now we are both set for a year, thanks babe.” She kissed my cheek then went to check on the new woman in the house.