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"Oh, wow, I didn't know it was today" my mother said as I walked into my room.

"It has come one day before" I sighed, taking a pain pill. "I hate the fucking period".

"Careful with your mouth" my father reminded me.

"Sorry" I sighed again, not very pleased to feel how my inner self seemed to do a "hara-kiri".

It was already in October. It had been a couple of months since I left the house and we had gone from the heat to a somewhat more tolerable temperature with the fur I had. Everything I had lived had been an adventure up to that point. I had met many more times with Joel and his friends, and it had been a lot of fun to enjoy new things every time we did it: the bowling alley, the arcade, canoeing, being able to drink alcohol for the first time...

My parents had also taken me to very interesting places, but that was always when they weren't busy. If they didn't have to work, they had to do community services. That was another interesting thing, finding out that my father is a cook in a restaurant and my mother an elementary school teacher. I was able to go see their workplaces and even meet some of their colleagues. My mother's students seemed to be really intrigued with having a white wolf in front of them, and that intrigue morphed into multiple questions that I had to answer the best I could.

However, that day I had woken up in a bit of a bad mood. My dear friend, the period, decided it was a good idea to came one day before and sour my existence. And the worst thing was that, since I turned 18 and my fertility began to become evident, the period had only gotten worse. Before it was annoying and I could cope with it, but now I needed to take pills so that the pain was milder, and I could do the minimum and necessary.

After taking the pill, I sat down with my parents again at the table to eat breakfast, taking a big drink from my glass of cocoa milk and taking a big bite out of a toast with butter and jam. The sweet was another of my painkillers when the period came, although before I was 18 it was not so necessary. To try not to gain too much weight, I tried to make those sweets have the minimum sugar, so sometimes I resorted to dietary tricks such as gelatins with sweetener, which made the fix. However, there were times when I couldn't avoid a sweet in conditions.

"Are you sure the doctor can't give you anything else?" asked my mother, clearly worried about seeing me like this.

"He was very clear," I recalled, biting the toast again: "The periods that come to me after I turn 18 will be painful until I have my first pregnancy. Once I have it, the periods will go back to how they were before".

"I think it's a somewhat drastic solution" my father nodded. "But we know little about how the body of a white wolf works, so we will have to trust the doctor".

"Speaking of pregnancies" my mother said somewhat nervously, "is there anything new about the first guy you want for your first pregnancy?"

"The problem is that I don't know any more but 4" I sighed. "The first is Joel, then there is his brother Julio, following with Raul and ending with Elliot. As you can see, I haven't met many other guys".

"I imagine it will be difficult" my father laughed, trying to encourage me. I gave him a grateful smile.

"At the moment, everyone I come across is horny and interested" I said. "But I already told you the plan I have with the boys. I just didn't want to take the step yet. I want to enjoy a little of the calm I have left".

"It's understandable" my father nodded.

"Yes, at the moment there are no pregnancies close to sight is not something that should alarm us" my mother nodded with him.

"Do we have any plans today?" I asked curiously. "I wouldn't want to let the period stop me from doing more things".

"Sorry, honey" my mother lowered her ears. "I am afraid that today we have to fulfill services to the community".

"Wow" I also lowered my ears, somewhat disappointed.

"If he cheers you up a little, you can invite Joel home" my mother said.

"Yes!" I exclaimed excitedly, as if the rule was no longer present.

"He's a very nice boy" my father smiled. "He has shown us that he is responsible and takes great care of you".

"I know" my tail wagged unconsciously behind me, showing how happily he let me know Joel was coming.

"And why not Joel?" my mother asked, looking at my father. I was confused.

"It's not a bad option!" my father exclaimed, smiling.

"Option for what?" I asked, cocking my head in confusion.

"Your first pregnancy, of course" they replied almost in unison.

That answer made me cough. I had nothing in my mouth, I just choked on my own saliva. I couldn't believe what I was hearing coming out of my parents' mouths.

"D-Do you want to kill me from fright or something?" I asked after recomposing yourself.

"You can complain all you want" my mother smiled triumphantly. "But the blush on your face and your reaction are worth us as an answer".

"B-Blush?" it took me a while to realize that my face was hot.

"You like him, don't you?" my father asked.

"I-I..."

"Be honest" my mother reminded me.

"M-Maybe?" I asked, smiling uncomfortably.

"That wasn't a very sure answer" my mother cocked her head.

"What do you feel when you're next to him?" my father asked, which made me think.

"Well... I feel good," I started counting, smiling little by little. "He always asks me how I am doing and if I need anything. He always offers the first one to take me home after a meeting and, whenever I have doubts about my species, I ask him and he answers me honestly. I like to see him smile, and when he looks at me, my heart races without any mot-".

Before I said anything else, I stopped in my tracks. My parents were confused to see me suddenly stop and change my face to one of surprise. I noticed that a smile had formed on my muzzle and my tail was wagging frantically. The reality that I thought was not possible hit me as if it were a lightning. A ray of light that cleared doubts.

"Fuck, I'm in love with Joel!" I exclaimed, shocked.

"We know" my father nodded.

"B-But..."

"Son, calm down" my mother laughed.

"H-How did this happen?" I wondered. "I thought it was just appreciation for everything that has helped me".

"It just happened" my father smiled.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, realizing something. "Are you not upset by this?"

"Rather we are relieved" my mother smiled. "From what we've talked to him over these two months, we've realized he's a good guy. He has taken care of you since you left home and is always taking care of you. We are calmer if he is the one who finally impregnates you".

"We don't know if he would agree to be my partner... still" I mentioned, playing with my fingers.

"We think that boy is as much in love with you as you are with him," my father got up and put a hand on my back, beginning to caress me carefully. "And we're sure Joel's parents have noticed this in their son as well. You don't have to tell them today. You can wait a little longer but know that Joel would make a good father".

"I'll think about it" I replied.

After this conversation, we finished breakfast. While I was texting Joel about keeping me company, my parents said goodbye and left for community service. Joel replied within seconds of putting the message:

Joel: Your knight in shining armor is going to keep you company on this day of period ????

Reading that made me laugh. My tail began to move frantically, colliding with the sofa rhythmically. That reminded me of what my parents said. Joel being the first father of my first children was an idea that, until that day, had not crossed my mind. At first, I thought that what I felt for him was more of a great friendship than anything else.

But now the signs were all too obvious. I really had fallen by that wolf. I closed my eyes for a moment and began to imagine that idea: I saw Joel with a pair of wolverines in his arms, smiling and rocking them in his arms while, in another crib, there was another baby. I thought about he looking at me and smiling even more, happy to be by my side. I didn't notice it, but a silly smile was forming on my face.

When I opened my eyes, I remembered that I was still in underpants, so I got ready to put on pants and a sweatshirt so I could be minimally decent when Joel showed up. I liked to go with little or no clothes, but since I started going out it was necessary to wear them often. It didn't bother me, if I was honest: Elliot was discovering a lot of clothes, accessories and other aesthetic things, and the truth is that I had been fascinated. I had not yet dedicated myself to going outside the house and making a purchase of what I really wanted to wear, since most clothes are things chosen by my parents, but I would do it sooner or later.

The doorbell rang at the door of the house, so I went to it while my tail began to move contentedly. Behind the door, Joel showed up wearing a denim jacket, sweatshirt, and jeans, and carried a reusable cloth bag in his hand.

"Good morning" greeted the wolf. "How does the period treat you?"

"I'm getting by" I smiled. "But, if I'm honest, I'm grateful that you arrived. I need to distract myself somehow".

"Don't worry" Joel lifted the bag. "Here I bring things to do".

I let Joel pass and he went to the kitchen, leaving the bag on the countertop and starting to take things out. The first were several video games and board games, as well as a deck of cards. However, I was surprised to see that Joel started bringing out ingredients such as eggs, flour, butter...

"What is that for?" I asked confusedly, raising an eyebrow.

"You told me you liked candy when your period hit," smiled Joel. "First, I thought about buying you a cake, but then I said to myself, "What if we make it ourselves? It will be more fun." And you see, I'm not crazy about it. Let's be pastry chefs for a day".

"Sounds funny" I smiled, wagging my tail. "My question is about what we are going to eat before because, although a cake is a curious idea as a meal, I prefer it to be a dessert or a snack".

"Your parents told me I could cook some pasta, if you want," replied the wolf, scratching his head. "I know it sounds like too much of a caloric meal, but for a day nothing happens, right?"

"Mmm... That's fine with me" I nodded. "Either way, today I already sinned with the toast this morning".

"Any requests about what you want pasta?" asked Joel.

I thought for a moment about what kind of pasta I fancied. I know what my parents had in the cupboards and fridge, so it wouldn't be hard for me to come up with something quick. There was a type of pasta that I hadn't eaten in a while, but I wanted it in a different way. And it didn't take me long to find one. I exclaimed my answer as Joel finished placing the ingredients in the fridge or cupboard.

"Mushroom lasagna!" I exclaimed determinedly.

"Do we have the ingredients for that?" asked the wolf, cocking his head.

"Yes, don't worry" I nodded. "I have memorized what's in the closets".

"Perfect then" smiled Joel, closing the closet. "Do you want to play a little before we start cooking?"

"You're already taking time to plug in the console, I'm going to break your ass" I replied, with some challenge in my tone of voice.

"Oh?" Joel smiled, raising an eyebrow. "I don't dislike that idea".

"Huh?" I cocked my head, confused. "How strange, Raul told me that this was commonly said to say that you were going to beat someone".

"Oh, Ethan," Joel stroked my head. "You can tell you're not as perverted as the rest".

"Should I think about it perverted?" I asked, thoughtfully. "Break your ass... Ah!"

"I understand you've already got it" Joel realized, saying that as my face flushed with embarrassment. "Do you want to do what you said about breaking my ass?"

"No, fuck!" I exclaimed, tapping her shoulder. "Shut up".

"Ouch, hehe" Joel stroked the shoulder where I hit him. "Come on, don't be angry. You know I mean it jokingly".

I said, "I knew" but deep down I couldn't help but imagine Joel naked and in my bed. Since I left home, I had "experimented" on my own about things I learned from Joel or the rest of his friends. One of those things was masturbating, as I always let my hard member calm down on its own. It was an experience, I won't deny it. One that I liked a lot and obviously repeated.

However, talking about sex was a completely different and new topic for me. For Joel, Raul, Elliot and Lucia it seemed to be something they talked about often, although I saw the boys talking about it more. I noticed how they controlled themselves to talk about it because I had not yet become accustomed to all that, which I appreciated, but I also told them that they could talk about it without any qualms.

Joel and I soon turned on the console and started playing a fighting game that the wolf had brought. It was fun to fight to see who was the best, and even though we were upset to lose, we knew that neither of us was serious and that it was all part of the fun that was playing video games. After a while, we decided to start preparing the food and cake.

Joel and I went to the kitchen and put on our aprons, starting to get the ingredients needed to prepare the cake and lasagna. We decided to distribute the tasks as we progressed with the recipes, moving on to the next when one had finished with one of the steps. At one point, the cake that would make the base for the cake was in the oven while the lasagna was being prepared. When the cake was finished, we put the pasta dish in its place and let it be made, now taking care of decorating the cake.

That was a fun part. Joel began to whip the cream to be whipped while I prepared the strawberry jam and strawberries to decorate it. Joel at first gave too much power to the mixer and splashed all over the kitchen, leaving us with a silly face and splashes of liquid cream on our faces. At that, I began to laugh, and the wolf followed me soon after. I took some cream that spilled on the counter and rubbed it in Joel's face as a game, to which Joel responded in with the same thing.

After laughing and cleaning ourselves and the kitchen, we finished whipping the cream and left the strawberry cake ready, leaving it in the fridge for after eating. As the lasagna was being cooked in the oven, which was already making me salivate, we set the table. We collapsed on the sofa after finishing placing everything, sighing exhausted but satisfied.

"Fuck, I hadn't had such a good time cooking" smiled Joel.

"Don't you do this a lot?" I asked curiously.

"Sometimes, and only with my family," replied the wolf, wagging his tail. "But I never did this with a friend. It feels different".

"The truth is that I had never cooked with anyone but my father" I recalled. "So, I would definitely like to repeat this one day".

"You can count on me for it, then" Joel nodded.

"Great!" I exclaimed happily, wagging my tail too.

The oven beeped, indicating that the lasagna was ready. We took it out of the oven and served it, noticing how the place was filled with a pleasant smell of mushrooms. After sniffing a little, we both began to drool, not being able to take it anymore and taking a piece each, putting it in our mouths and savoring satisfied the work of our work in the kitchen while our queues wiggled happily.

As we ate, Joel told me about his senior year of master's degree. He talked about the internships, the work he planned to present for evaluation, his external practices, everything new he learned... And I listened to him fascinated. Not only because of what he told me, but because of the way he told it. Always with a smile on his face and his tail wagging, he moved his fork in the air while he told the things before taking another piece of lasagna and putting it in his mouth.

I also took the opportunity to tell him about my day. I told him about what I was drawing, about the new things I was learning, about that boss that I had had such a hard time defeating, about the things I needed to ask him because I didn't understand them... And he would shut up and listen to me attentively, still smiling and wagging his tail. And that made my face smile and my tail move frantically.

After the lasagna, we move on to the cake as a dessert. And as if it were an instant healing potion, the period felt much less painful than it had felt in the last few hours. After finishing with the cake, we decided to put everything in its place and start watching a movie. Joel chose one from the Old West, which I wasn't quite sure about. He said he had chosen it for trying something new, so I decided to try to see her too.

However, the film was not catching my attention. I felt bored after 20 minutes, to which I began to notice how a drowsiness began to invade my body. As my eyes slowly closed, my head tilted toward Joel, eventually colliding with his shoulder. Noticing it, I walked away embarrassed, beginning to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

"Hey, relax" Joel laughed softly. "It seems that you are not liking the movie too much".

"Not much" I said, to which I yawned.

"Don't worry, we have plenty of options" smiled the wolf.

"Are you sure you don't care?" I asked, scratching my cheek. "You seemed to really want to see it".

"Yes, but I don't want you to get bored either" Joel winked, to which I blushed.

"T-Thanks".

We spent the rest of the afternoon changing between watching movies or series and playing video games, as well as chatting about any topic that came up in our heads. I remembered when I was on my own, playing alone at home or drawing, thinking when I could go out and meet people. Now that I had gone out, I was doing just that, with the difference that I now knew the reason why about my parents locking me up at home.

However, the fear and uncertainty faded away when Joel was by my side. My parents were right: I was in love with him. Madly in love. But it was still too early to even consider him going out, so I decided that for that day, being with him like this was enough. Mostly, knowing that there was no problem with me curling up near him. Maybe that was an indication of the other thing my parents said that Joel was also in love.

Just thinking about doing anything with him makes me happy. And considering what I was, I wanted to have him by my side as support, as a partner, as a friend... and as a loved one.