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 ...