I inspected the row of nappies while bouncing the pram. As long as she felt movement she didn't cry, I hoped she would fall asleep on the walk home.
Oh my God, Stewart! I hadn't seen him for over a year, not since he moved to Cardiff with that slag Christine. What a two timing rat! Still I'd proved I could cope on my own.
"Hiya." I muttered then turned back to the shelf. He lingered behind me like the smell of dog dirt on your shoe and he was as just as welcome. I grabbed the packet next to newborn and put it on top of the pram. Why wouldn't he take the hint and just go away I wondered?
He picked up the nappies and peered into the pram.
"I'll get these."
I was confused. He used to always nip to the toilet when it was his round. Did he think a packet of pampers would make me go back out with him?
"Jeez Sandy, why didn't you tell me? Is it a girl? What is she called?"
"Her name is Sophie."
"Can we talk? Can I see you?"
I walked to the checkout. I could feel him close behind me.
"Please. Can I come over tonight?"
He put the nappies on the counter and asked for a hundred pounds cash back.
"Here for the baby."
I tried to shake my head to resist him, but he forced my fingers over the notes.
"I'm sorry, but I can't even thank you for this." I said turning my hand so he could see the money.
"I don't expect you too, not after what I did. And you having to go through everything alone. But I'm here now. We'll sort things out tonight yeah?"
I nodded, pushed the money into my jeans and started the walk home. I smiled at the thought of him going to the house tonight and finding out we moved six months ago. I rang the bell and Dad let me in. My sister was asleep on the couch.
"Thank goodness you got little Sophie to sleep, you're such I brilliant Aunty." Dad said.