ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

FIFTY

penelope

9 MONTHS LATER

the house was quiet. eerily quiet for a saturday morning when trevor is home and ella is awake. those two could find trouble in the oddest of places and always managed to create some sort of chaos. there was usually blaring of taylor swift in the kitchen and living room, trevor trying to get ella to take her first steps even at ten months old, or him trying so hard to get her to say "dada." he was bound and determined to get that victory to rub in my face forever.

i step out of my office, my feet taking me to the kitchen, then to the living room, and to the balcony, and neither trevor or ella are anywhere to be found. just a fluffy gray cat, sprawled out on the couch while she naps.

"where is your dad and sister, clammy girl?" i whisper, plopping down next to her and scratching her head. just as i'm about to text trevor and ask him where he went, i hear the apartment door open. ella's squeals echo through the house and my heart is suddenly warm at the sound of my baby.

"gotta be quiet babe," trevor whispers. "mom's working."

i laugh quietly, sneaking up to meet them in the kitchen. the sight in front of me is one for sore eyes. trevor is wearing that black t-shirt that makes his arm tattoos look oh-so-good, a snapback sits on his head backwards, wings of hair peeking out the sides and flowing out the back of the hat, all while he's got ella strapped to his chest in the baby carrier he insisted we buy.

"sure is hot in anaheim today." i say, making my presence known. a smirk playing on my lips when trevor turns around.

the smile tugging at his lips mirror mine. "i think the women on our walk to the coffee shop would agree. they were all over me." he teases.

i raise an eyebrow. "is that right?"

trevor nods, walking over to me with an iced coffee in his hand. he stops before he can fully reach me. ella smiles at me from her dads chest. her legs are kicking and her chubby baby fingers are smacking together. i lean forward, kissing her nose and cheeks, making her squeal in delight. trevor and i laugh at her, trevor mumbling something about how she's so perfect and smart.

"thank you for the coffee." i say, reaching out to grab the cup.

trevor retracts his hand, holding the iced drink away from me which makes me frown. he shakes his head and smiles before he starts speaking again.

"the cost of this here coffee is a kiss from my woman."

i roll my eyes at his familiar joke.

"can the said woman be called a different name?" i ask.

"i'm sure those soccer moms would love for me to call them 'woman'." he shrugs.

i gasp, reaching up and smacking a kiss on his cheek. "you wouldn't."

"you're right, i wouldn't. however, you missed." trevor said, tapping his lips as he bends down to peck me.

when our lips meet, ella is letting out an dissatisfied screech. her little hands are attempting to push my face away from trevor's and i end up pulling away because i can only take so many baby fingers to the eye and scratches to the chin.