Hello everyone! I am back with chapter 4! Sorry it took a few days to get this up but I have been busy with work and such. However, this one is super cute and sweet. Jacob just makes my heart melt (sigh). This is also a pretty long one so be ready for that.

SPOILER ALERT:
This chapter talks pretty openly about menstruation and period related things so be warned, its not pretty. If you're a woman, you know what it's like. If you're a man, here is a pretty accurate description of what it feels like. Enjoy!

Song of the Chapter:
Can You Feel the Love Tonight - The Lion King

Story is mine, characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I make no money from this.

This chapter is dedicated to all the women out there.

"Women Problems"

Jacob eyed me slyly over his handful of cards. His fingers dancing over the backs. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, taunting me, with those deep black eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I gripped my thick stack of cards tighter. He better be wise about his next move. My blood was already boiling in my ears as I continued to grow hot under my sweatshirt.

He slowly gripped one of his cards between his index and middle finger and flicked it out on top of the pile in front of us. The card spun slowly and glared at me with a giant plus sign with a four on it. Oh hell no.

"Oh fuck you Jacob." I said, my anger leaking out as I flung my stack at his face. He recoiled as the cards flew at him. His face broke into a huge grin that made my hands itch from the need to slap it off. He's never seen me have such a strong reaction to losing. Oh just you wait, Jacob. The claws are coming out. The cards made a loud scatter sound as they slapped against the table and linoleum, floor. "That's the fourth one you got this round, how is that even possible?" I growled, my voice inching towards hysterics. I scraped the chair back almost sending it clattering to the floor and the half empty soda cans sloshed as I forced myself back from the table.

"Oh c'mon, Bells it's just as game." He grinned at me and stood up, more gracefully than me, I might add. He started to walk around the table with his arms open as an apology.

I shot him a death glare that stopped him in his tracks. Why did I have to be half his size? I swore steam was going to spew out of my ears the more I cursed at the universe for making me such a pip squeak and making him into a six and a half foot giant.

A beautiful giant

Oh shut up, brain.

If only my measly size could crush him into a million pieces for beating me three times in a row.

My hands were clenched into fists at my sides as he continued to watch me with wide eyes. His smile slowly fading. Oh yes, Jacob. I am angry.

"Bells," He said quietly, holding his hands palm up to me. "Honey, I'm sorry I did that. It was stupid and I shouldn't have suggested we play. Even though I thought you liked Uno," his brow furrowed as if he was trying to recall a memory.

My anger slowly started to ebb at his words. Now I felt like a total jerk. Of course it was just a game. And it wasn't like we haven't played many times before. This wasn't the first time he's beaten me. In fact, he's beaten me at most things. Don't even get me started on Monopoly. Let's just say I've landed on Boardwalk that was inhabited by a hotel more times than I would like to admit. But even those times, I would hand over my cash, maybe a little frustrated but never enraged.

I felt my fists loosen and my shoulders slumped. Now I was just annoyed at my own behavior. Bad, Bella, Bad. Here I was throwing a tantrum from losing a game meant for 7 year olds and he was the one apologizing for playing.

His face and arms fell as I stood there in silence. He sighed and bent down to gather the cards that were splayed all over the floor around his chair. Oh shoot. I made Jacob sad. And I continued to stand there like a dummy as I stewed in my own annoyance and embarrassment.

He quickly gathered up the cards and set them in a neat stack on the table. He grabbed his jacket from behind his chair and took his can to dump the rest down the sink. He hesitated as I continued to stare at the floor at a loss for words. Just say something!

I felt so stupid. I never acted like that, especially with Jake. What was wrong with me?

He shifted from one foot to the other. "Okay well, I better get home." He said quietly and glanced out into darkness outside the kitchen windows. "Um, sorry again." He mumbled and shuffled passed me.

The door creaked open and shut quietly. Leaving me in silence.

My eyes shifted to the Uno deck. Fuck you.

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Tears streamed down my face as I cried myself to sleep for letting Jacob leave thinking I was mad at him. What if he never spoke to me again? What if he thought I was irrational and unstable? He probably won't ever want to hang out with me again. I lost my best friend to a stupid game.

I clutched my stomach as it strained from the silent sobs. I'm sorry, Jacob.

/

Moisture.

Yep.

Moisture.

I groaned as I twisted uncomfortably in my blankets. My sheets were tangled around my legs making me feel constricted. By back ached and my stomach…ouch. I groaned again as my toes tried to yank the blankets from my body. Get off me.

I pried my eyes open. It was still dark, a dull blue was slowly making its way through my curtains. I looked over at the green digital numbers next to my bed. 5:13 AM.

I flung the sheets off and rolled onto my back. The tension in my spine eased a bit but then I felt a slow, warm drip between my legs that threatened to attack my sheets. Oh no.

I squeezed my legs tighter as I rolled and slid on my stomach until my feet reached the chilled floor. Here goes nothing. I slowly pushed myself up until I was standing. However, I could only stand up so much because a warm Niagara Falls started to seep through my underwear, effectively saturating my pajama pants. "Shit." I hissed and groaned at the same time.

With legs my pinched together and hunched over like I was 80 years old, I hobbled out of my room, across the hall, and into the bathroom. I heard Charlie snoring deeply in his room. He would never know real suffering like women do.

To say I felt uncomfortable was an understatement.

Thank the universe it was Saturday.

/

After a hot, thorough shower and an absorbent friend helping me out, I felt a tiny bit better. Okay not really. But at least I didn't feel moist. I shuddered at the memory. I don't know what's worse; getting a visit from Aunt Flo when you're out and about, minding your business, or waking up in the middle of the night as the Crimson Wave threatens to consume your bed sheets in its wake. Every woman has experienced both. However, I can't say either option is better.

I dressed myself in my biggest, softest sweat pants and sweatshirt, no bra. I'm suffering enough, thank you very much. I gathered my soiled pajamas and the rest of my clothes from my hamper to throw into the wash. I shuffled back upstairs to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the pain killers. I climbed back into my bed. Thankfully the tsunami in my pants did not touch my sheets.

I curled into a ball, wallowing in my discomfort. The cramps soon felt like a dull memory. I drifted back into sleep counting fluffy tampons as they jumped over a fence.

/

I woke to a soft knocking at my door. It softly creaked open.

"Bells?" My dad's quiet voice whispered to me.

"Hmmm?" I groaned and shifted out of my curled up position to stretch out my stiff limbs.

"It's 11:30. Are you not feeling well?" He asked as he crept into my room to sit next to me on my bed. He placed his hand on my forehead.

"I'm fine, Dad." I mumbled sleepily. "Just a woman, is all." I sighed and open my bleary eyes. The light shifted significantly in my room since my midmorning wakeup call indicating the high position of the sun behind the clouds.

His eyes popped open at his realization of the meaning behind my words. "Oh- uh – well – you need anything?" he stammered.

I shook my head feeling the knots in my hair against my pillow. "No, I'll come down to eat soon." I murmured and curled up on my other side. I didn't have much of an appetite but I'm sure my body needed more than Advil for breakfast.

He stood, a little too eagerly, and shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Alright, well, I came up here to let you know Jake's been callin' all morning. Says you two got into a fight." He sighed. "Make sure to give him a call back. Poor kid sounded like a wounded puppy." He shook his head sadly.

I cringed as I recalled my horrific behavior from the night before. I completely forgot about the incident since I was more preoccupied with my own issues at the moment. I guess that explains the tantrum and the subsequent sobbing.

"Okay." I mumbled, unsure of what else to say. My dad eyed me for a few more seconds before scurrying out my door. Jeez, I sure know how to clear a room.

As shitty as I felt, I'm pretty sure Jacob felt shittier. And it was my fault.

/

I took the stairs one at a time, my wool socks making my steps nearly silent. I wandered into the laundry room and threw my clothes that finished washing hours ago into the dryer. Thankfully my pajama pants looked good as new. I sighed. We couldn't all be so lucky. I headed back towards the sounds of muffled conversation.

My dad's voice traveled from the kitchen "Yeah, don't worry, kid. I just spoke to her." He paused. "No not mad, she's not feeling very- uh- well here, I'll let her explain." He said into the phone as he saw me zombie shuffle into the kitchen. He was scolding me with his eyes as he held out the phone to me, his cheeks slightly pink.

I gave him a blank look and snatched the phone from his hand. "Chill out, dad." I grumbled and held the phone to my ear. "Hello," I said, my voice as bland as my taste buds that, at the moment, were craving buttered toast. And maybe another Advil.

"Bella? Oh thank god," Jacob breathed into the phone. The speaker crackled from his breath. "I'm so sorry, I tried to call earlier but Charlie said you weren't awake. I was so worried and I thought you hated me and he was just trying to let me down easy. I thought you never wanted to see me again. I don't know what I would have done, Bella, I'm so sorry." He continued to ramble throwing in an apology every few seconds. I'm a horrible person.

I groaned internally and leaned my forehead against the wall to hide my shame from Charlie who was watching me carefully over his coffee mug.

"Jac-Jacob." I attempted to interrupt his rambling.

"I can't believe- huh? What?" He said on the other end.

"Jacob, I'm the one who should be apologizing." I started. I turned to shoot a pointed glare at Charlie. He held his hands up and scooted back from the table to saunter out into the living room. "I didn't mean to act like that, I guess I just wasn't myself?" I said, unsure of my own words. How do you explain to a 16 year old that you threw a tantrum because you were about to start bleeding out of your vagina?

"What do you mean? Are you ok?" His voice changed from desperation to concern.

I sighed and rubbed my face with my free hand. "Uh yeah I'm ok. I'm used to it. I mean it happens once a month so…" I trailed off hoping he would catch my drift. I felt my cheeks grow warm as he answered me with silence.

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"Oh shit, you got your period?" He asked incredulously.

Kill me now.

I cringed at his boldness and at how quickly he got the answer right. "Uhh," was all I could say back.

"Say no more. I'll be there in 30 minutes." He said and the line went dead.

I put the phone back on the hook in shock. 30 minutes? I walked slowly into the living room with the same look of disbelief on my face.

"Everything okay?" Charlie asked, taking my silence as a bad sign.

"He'll be here in 30 minutes." I murmured and fell back into the couch cushions.

He snorted. "Did you tell him to proceed with caution?"

I scowled at him as I curled into a ball, another cramp making an appearance.

I must as dozed off again because, what felt like seconds later, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Charlie grunted as he heaved himself up from the recliner.

I shifted further into the cushions. My shame from earlier was still present.

I heard quiet whispers between my dad and Jacob. What the heck could they be gossiping about? Oh yeah, probably my woman problems. I felt my face grow warm as their whispers made me feel like I was a wild animal ready to claw their faces off at any sudden movement or sound.

Charlie cleared his throat from the front door, "Uh Bells, I'm heading down to La Push. Billy's got some fresh fish fry that has my name on it." He said and I heard him grab his coat off the hook.

"Okay." I called back from the couch.

The door closed and there was silence for a few seconds until I heard quiet footsteps approaching behind the couch. I clenched my eyes. Just tell me you hate me and get it over with.

"Hey Bells, how you feeling?" Jacob said nonchalantly as he walked around the couch to sit next to me. I heard a crinkle of paper bags as they were set onto the coffee table.

I scrubbed my face with hands, hoping to scrub the shame off with the motion. "I'm okay." I said quietly as I met his eyes for the first time since last night. His eyes were soft and looked at me with nothing but concern. He gave me a small smile. I'm such a jerk. Just look at that face. My eyes traveled to the brown bags on the coffee table and back to his frame sitting next to me. "What brings you over?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from barely using it in the last 12 hours.

He breathed a laugh and grabbed one of the bags to set it on the ground between his legs. "Well since you're not feeling well, I thought I would come cheer you up." He grinned as he started to pull the contents out of the bag and onto the table.

Oreos, Nutter Butters, Chips Ahoy, six different types of chocolate bars, Doritos, plain potato chips, microwave popcorn, and strawberries. "Got to keep it healthy." He said as he placed the fruit next to all the sugar and salt filled snack foods. "And I wasn't sure what you prefer so I got you a variety." He said as he started to unload the next bag which held different pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. "I got you chocolate, some vanilla options, I think even one with caramel." He eyed one of the containers before placing in on the table which has turned into a stoner's dream. Or a menstruating woman's dream. Whichever. "Oh, and" He grinned at me as he reached into the bottom of the bag. "The best part." He pulled out old VHS tapes of the Disney classics of the 90's. Toy Story, The Lion King, Hercules, Aladdin, and Tarzan.

I didn't even realize how wide my eyes grew as I watched him unload his haul of junk food and movies. "Jacob." I breathed "Why did you-"

"Bells, you don't feel good. I thought I would make it up to you if I did something to make this a little easier." He shrugged. "Plus I wasn't born yesterday. My sisters used to get like that all the time." He smiled at some memory. "This is usually the stuff they would go for." He motioned to the table. "Is it okay?" He asked as he took in my wide eyed gaze.

Now I really felt like a jerk. He thought I was still mad at him for the stupid game. If anything, he should be mad at me for barely giving him a proper apology for exploding at him last night. And he took it upon himself to buy all these snacks that were enough to feed a college student for an entire month.

I quickly sat up, moving faster than I have for the last 12 hours, and flung my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. "You're the best." I sighed quietly. He slowly wrapped him arms around me, being careful not to squeeze my midsection too hard like he has in the past. "Thank you." I murmured into his shoulder. I felt tears spring into my eyes as I breathed in his warm scent. I really didn't deserve such a sweet person in my life.

"Anytime, Bells." He said in a tone that matched my own. His hands rubbed my lower back softly and the warmth eased the tension in my muscles.

"And I really am sorry for being such a jerk." I sniffled and rubbed my oversized sweatshirt sleeve over my eyes as I pulled away from him.

He chuckled and started pulling The Lion King out of its worn sleeve. "I think you had a good reason." He stood up and put the VHS into the slot. "And now you owe me." He winked at me as he sat back down and yanked open the bag of Doritos.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a chocolate bar and settled into his side. He stretched out with the bag on his lap and slung his arm on the couch behind my head.

He crunched and munched in my ear for most of the movie as I nibbled my way through the selection of chocolate. I shed a tear as Simba laid down next to the murdered Mufasa and I swear I heard Jake sniffle quietly as he tried to hide the sound by crunching extra hard on a chip.

We stayed like this for most of the Saturday afternoon and slowly the only light in the room was coming from the screen. Jacob polished off the bag of Doritos half way through Hercules and ate nearly half the container of Chips Ahoy cookies. I enjoyed two Snickers bars and about half a pint of Phish Food before my stomach had enough chocolate for the month. Jacob even made me buttered toast to settle my stomach ache after I realized the only thing I ate all day was sugar.

The strawberries sat on the far end of the coffee table untouched.

I could get used to this. I sighed as I settled deeper into his warm side. His arm had abandoned the back of the couch to curl around my hip at some point during Aladdin. His hand rubbed warm circles on my abdomen soothing the dull pain. His shirt was covered in crumbs of snack food and some were even caught in the ends of his hair. I chuckled quietly to myself and closed my eyes.

I couldn't wait until next month.

This chapter was inspired by recent events in my life in which I suffered for several days because I am a woman lol. I'm not bitter.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!

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