“Aren’t you a bit young for a period?” He asked with furrowed brows as he stared down at Aubrey. “Dad I'm 15…and I’ve had it for a year now didn’t mum tell you?” She asked with a raised brow as she continued down the isle with Justin close behind her. “No—no [Y/N] hasn’t said anything.” He mumbled, shoving his hands in his front pockets as she grabbed a box of tampons. “So—so I think it’s time we had that special talk.” Justin spoke quietly as he watched the color rise to your daugther’s cheeks. “Dad stop…just stop right there.” Aubrey grumbled as she walked hurriedly toward the checkout desk. “You can’t walk away from this…we will have this talk Aubrey.” Justin called out as he pace quickened.
