Leah
I grabbed my usual shampoo and shoved it at Aiden. He put it into the basket he was carrying, then reached for another one. "Let's get extras," he said.
"Why? I only have a month to spend with you." I said.
He froze for a moment, then dropped two more bottles into the basket anyway.
"Seven weeks and a day," he said. "That's what I saw in the calendar under your pillow."
I shrugged. "It's a month to me."
We moved on, but my eyes kept drifting to the corner shelf where the pregnancy tests were tucked between vitamins and sanitary pads. I swallowed. How do I get one without him noticing?
"Do you want anything else?"
"No."
After Aiden paid and we had walked five steps away from the store, I stopped.
"I need your wallet," I blurted with an outstretched hand.
"Why?"
"There's s
