ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

THIRTY EIGHT

penelope

i'm laying on the bed, petting clam chowder as she lays beside me purring away. i just got back from yoga with celeste - which isn't easy when you aren't pregnant, but is even more humbling when you are. trevor is in the en suite bathroom getting himself ready for our busy day. i have barely glanced at him today, once for maybe two minutes before i left.

the bathroom light shuts off and the door swings open. i smile waiting for the arrival of my - what do i even call him? baby daddy? roommate? friend? whatever he is doesn't matter because when he walks out, i gasp in horror. trevor stops in his tracks giving me a confused look. i grab clammy and hold her close like i'm holding an actual baby.

"oh my god," i gasp dramatically.

trevor's panicked now, wondering if he should rush over to me. he doesn't know what to say but neither do i.

"oh no clammy girl, what did your daddy do?" i pout looking at the fluffy cat in my arms then back to trevor.

or should i say, trevor with the haircut.

clam meows a sweet, high pitched meow, blinking her long eyelashes, her blue eyes going into hiding momentarily. i nod like i just understood every word she said.

"i know clam, i liked his long hair too." i cry, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. trevor rolls his eyes, coming over to flop down onto his side of the bed, reaching over to grab the cat he claims is his.

"you're a traitor clammy, mommy didn't even want you." trevor frowns as he buries his face into her neck, a horrified look etched on the poor cats face. "don't be dramatic p, i only got a trim."

i shake my head as clammy escapes her fathers grasp, running as far away as she can. my fingers flip through his freshly trimmed locks. his once curly, sandy hair is cut shorter on the sides, it no longer covers his ears and the fingers don't take as long to comb through anymore. it's still long enough to give that effortless, messy, hockey haircut but i'm going to miss seeing the majority of it from the back of his helmet.

"you're basically bald." i frown.

trevor laughs, slotting himself between my thoughts but my bump makes it awkward as he hovers above me. my breath hitches for no good reason other than his knee is dangerously close to my crotch and he looks too good in his charcoal grey dri-fit quarter zip that hugs every muscle on his back and shoulder deliciously well.

"are you worried you won't have anything to hold on to, p? nothing to tug on, hmm?" trevor smirks, stretching down to bring his lips to mine in a tongue filled, sloppy kiss.

and when he pulls away i embarrassingly chase after his lips and let out a whine when he clicks his tongue and smirks down at me. he's on his knees on the mattress, still between my legs. his hands go to my knees and push them further apart as he crawls down to my level with my core, throwing my legs over his shoulders. i lean up on my elbows to try to get a look at him but to no avail with my bump in the way. i groan throwing my head back against the pillow.

"what's wrong, p?" trevor snickers as he hooks his fingers in the sides of my underwear. "you're all whiny because you can't see over the bump? the bump i made?"

i don't know if it's his filthy words that come out of no where or his tongue licking a strip through my folds that makes me gasp, my lungs stinging momentarily from the sharp intake of air. my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and my back is coming off the bed in an arch. that is until that god forsaken phone of mine starts ringing. my body stills, groaning when i reach over to silence it. when i see the name i nearly die. i harshly slam my phone down.