Woke up this morning (day 2 of AF) and all was fine. Fiance gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom. I rolled over and this happened.

It leaked through my tampon. I could feel it going everywhere - me, my pyjamas, the sheets. I shouted "help" so he could get me up without it going anywhere else it didn't need to be.

He ran through asking "what's wrong?!" then saw the absolute blood bath that was myself.

Next thing I know he comes sprinting from the bathroom with a huge wad of toilet paper, whips my WHITE pyjamas bottoms off and lets me strategicly place the toilet paper where it needs to be. I get up and run to the toilet looking like this.

He barges in mid clean up, grabs the bleach, looks at me and goes "I've got this". By the time I've replaced my tampon and cleaned up what I could, he's downstairs with almost all the blood out of my pjs. He double checked I'd got all of it and wiped off what I'd missed, kissed me on the forehead, told me it's okay and put my pyjamas on a long, hot wash. He's currently on his way to get some milk so he can make me a cup of tea along with a box of super tampons. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with this absolute treasure of a man. 💖