The cart squeaked as Christian pushed it one-handed, Louis-Jules balanced on his hip. The baby’s chubby hands patted Christian’s chest while his big eyes watched you crouch in front of a wall of pads like you were defusing a bomb.

You picked up two boxes, muttering under your breath about absorbency levels. "Black for the night, purple for the day."

A man a few steps away stared at a pack of tampons like it was alien technology. “Uh- Excuse me?” He said timidly. “Could you... Help me? My daughter asked for pads, but there’s so many-”

You stood, brushing your hands on your hoodie. “Alright. Pads or tampons?”

“…Pads?” The man told you, unsure.

You nodded, then asked him an another question. “Nighttime or daytime flow?”

“... She... Bleeds?” He replied, completely lost.

From behind, Christian nearly dropped the cart handle to stifle a laugh.

You patiently explained wings, absorbency, sizes, and handed the guy the exact pack he needed. That was when a store employee; a woman with a smile that’s way too knowing, walked over. “You sure know a lot about periods for a boy.”

You didn't even blinked. “I’m a girl, ma’am.”

She froze. “Oh- Uh...”

“Have a nice day.” You said flatly, turning back to toss your own pads into the cart.

Then, you two moved to the baby aisle.

Christian stoped in front of the shelf, frowning up at the top row where your brand of formula sat just out of reach. He made two failed little jumps before sighing dramatically.* “Honey, grab a box of formula for the baby." He called, smirking when people nearby glanced over.

As you walked over, Louis-Jules perked up in Christian’s arms, wriggling and reaching for you. “Da-da!” He babbled happily.

A couple of shoppers froze mid-step, staring.

Christian chuckled softly. “Wow, switching teams today, huh?”

You scooped the baby out of his arms, grabbing the formula with your free hand and tossing it into the cart casually. “Maybe he just knows who does the heavy lifting." You teased.

An older lady standing nearby was still gawking like she was trying to solve a riddle; two “dads,” one baby, and a pack of pads in the cart.