"We're being watched." Colton whispered.

"I know. Just keep looking, maybe we'll get out of this without injury." Aiden's eyes scanned each shelf that contained medicine.

"Sir. Found them!" Keelan yelled. The other four men converged on his location. Together they started scanning boxes.

"Sir, I don't mean any disrespect to your mate, but they way these are shaped, do they go ..." Keelan couldn't finish the sentence. Aiden understood what the young witch was saying.

"I think you're right Keelan, it must help with the pain in some way." Understanding filled Keelan's eyes.

"Of course."

After a few minutes Aiden felt his head spinning with confusion.

"Sir, I don't know if these are safe. There is a warning about Toxic Shock Syndrome. These things can kill!" Keelan dropped the box he held and wiped his hands on his pants. The other men immediately dropped the boxes they had been holding.

"This is what she asked for, so maybe she knows of a way to avoid that." Aiden didn't like the idea that these things could kill, but if she needed them he would take them to her.

"What do you think Super Plus means? She didn't say anything about pluses or minuses." Aiden held up two similar boxes except one said Plus and the other said Super Plus.

"Sir, I saw a chart on the side of this one, I believe that has to do with the absorbency capacity." Darian explained.

"Absorbency you mean how much blood ..." Aiden shuddered. His poor mate!

Darian paled, "Yes, sir."

Aiden felt panicked. Did it matter? What if he got one that didn't absorb as much as she needed, would it hurt her in the long run?

"Sir, I like this one. It says here it has an antigravity leak guard braid." Keelan held up a blue box.

"Antigravity, really? That has to be one of the best ones right? Is it a Super?"

Keelan checked. "Super Plus sir."

"We'll take that one."

"How many boxes do you think?" Keelan asked. Aiden looked around at the men. They all shrugged.

"How many are there?"

"About fifteen."

"Grab them all."

"Yes, sir!" Keelan and Darian grabbed every box on the shelf. Together they made their way over to the registers. Instead of the young, pretty cashier, there was now a grizzled looking older human. They placed their boxes on the belt and Aiden approached the older man.

The older man took one look at the fifteen boxes on the conveyor belt and then eyed the five men in front of him.

"Son, your woman sent you out?" He asked in a lazy southern voice.

"Yes, sir." There was something about this old human that made Aiden want to salute.

"Newly married?"

"Yes, sir."

"Never been shopping for these before I reckon."

"No, sir."

"You have no idea what you're doing, do ya boy?" The old man regarded him with pity. Aiden slumped forward.

"No, sir."

"I heard your discussion about these things with your men here. Military?" He asked as he rang up each box slowly.

"Yes, sir."

"I ken tell. Anyway, y'all done good. These ones sell pretty well, most of the lady folk like 'em. Now, 'iffn you don't mind some advice from a man who has been married for forty seven years and has raised six girls?" He paused.

"Of course not! Any advice you give will be welcome." Aiden heaved a sigh of relief. No wonder he felt the need to salute this man. He had lived around women all of his life and lived to tell the tale.

"Now, like I was sayin', these right here sell. But if you're just learning your lady's cycle I recommend the box that has all kinds in it. Some days women bleed lighter than others. With a box that has a mix, she'll have whatever she needs."

"Keelan!" Aiden barked. The old man jumped a bit as Keelan raced back to the aisle, he returned with five boxes that held a variety of capacities.

"Another thing. My wife most days is as sweet as pie. But on the days when she was ahavin' her cycle, she gets downright ornery. Threw an iron at me once."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Darian commented.

"She had just been ironing, so it was still hot." The older man clarified. Darian flinched.

"Sir, you say that under normal conditions your wife was sweet and good natured?" Gavriel asked. The older man nodded. Gavriel turned to Aiden concern on his face.

"Meryn is violent and crazy under normal conditions." Gavriel looked as sick as Aiden felt.

"Dude, you're so fucked." Colton whispered.

"If that's the case, I was only going to suggest a chocolate cake, but if you have a feisty gal, you might want to grab some of the brownies too. Chocolate eases their pain and makes them loving again. Well, most times." The old man explained.

"Darian, grab three chocolate cakes and five pans of brownies." Aiden ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

"Son, how violent is yer woman?" The older man asked sounding curious. Aiden leaned in and whispered.

"She knocked me unconscious once with the back of my toilet." The older man's eyes widened.

"Better get you some chocolate bars. You can throw those from a distance." Aiden nodded.

"I like the way you think." Aiden grabbed the entire box of chocolate bars from the shelf next to the register as Darian returned with the sweets. The old man rang up his items and gave him a total. Aiden paid and the men grabbed the bags. They went to leave and Aiden paused. He went back to the register.