~Jennie’s~

“You do realize it’s just diapers, right?” I say, already rolling my eyes as I pull the cart down the aisle.

Reo scoffs. “O’Neal, you can’t just pick based on the cutest baby face on the box.”

“I’m not! I’m picking the one that doesn’t give rashes,” I snap and lift a pack like it’s sacred.

Reo is leaning against the cart with crossed arms. He’s in that annoying fitted black shirt that hugs every line of his chest and has no right looking this good on a freaking diaper run.

“And I’m telling you,” he says, all calm and factual like he’s in a boardroom, “the absorbency level...