Chapter Two-Hundred and Twenty-Six
Claire knocked on the bathroom door, giggling when she heard John drop the shampoo bottle. "Sugar, I need to get something. Is it alright if I come in?" She asked, squirming as her pad moved a little.
"Go for it." He picked up his soap bar, scrubbing it over his washcloth and washing the sweat from his body.
Claire opened the door, smiling as the scent of Yardley's Musk soap filled her nose. "How was practice?" She opened the bottom drawer in the counter, pulling out a pad.
John pulled the shower curtain back a little, poking his head into the space to see her. "Painful." He smirked as she jumped and rushed to hide the menstrual napkin behind her back. "I know what a period is, Sweets." He chuckled, shutting the water off and grabbing his towel to wrap around his hips. "Believe it or not, I actually carry pads and tampons in my bag in case any of you girls get surprised." He pulled the curtain back, smiling as Claire blushed and turned to hide the pink in her cheeks. "You've got blood on your butt." He stepped behind her, wrapping his arm around her hips and kissing her neck. "I'm gonna get dressed." He rasped, keeping his voice low and sweet as he kissed a trail down the back of her neck.
Claire shivered as his lips suckled on her skin and brushed over her neck like a feather. "I love you." She smiled, turning her head to kiss his lips.
"Love you more." He whispered, running his fingers over her jawline before he left so that she could change her pad and he could get dressed.
Phoebe stepped into John's bedroom, wiping a tear from her cheek as she limped over to him. "John?" She sniffled, showing him her bloody knee as he closed his notebook.
He jumped off of his bed, sitting on the floor and pulling her to sit on his lap. "What happened?" He asked, cupping her leg in his palm as he looked at the bloody scrape.
"J-Jessop pushed me." She hiccupped, screaming as he wiped the blood away with his shirt hem. "Don't! It hurts!"
He nodded, picking her up and placing her on his bed. "I'll fix you up." He smiled, brushing a section of her hair behind her ear as he opened his drawer where he kept a small first-aid kit to help with little scrapes that always came with being a teenage boy. "Alright, this'll sting like hell." He held a small aerosol can to her leg, pushing the button and sending disinfecting spray onto the wound.
"OW!" She cried, pulling away from his hands and holding her leg close. "That hurts!"
John sighed, pulling her foot until he could stick a bandaid on her knee. "How about some ice-cream?" He smirked, taking her hand as she jumped down from his bed and skipped toward the door.
"Yeah!" She cheered, happy that she could actually get to know this new sibling that she'd never heard of before.