ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

FIFTY ONE

penelope

"penelope have you seen ej's-"

i gasp at trevor's words, his movements halting and ella's big blue eyes are going wide as she sits in trevor's arms.

"what happened?" trevor asks.

"alex is the only one who calls her 'ej' trevor! he's going to be furious-"

trevor makes a grumbling noise before rolling his eyes and continuing to look for whatever he was looking for before my sudden gasp of betrayal.

"oh my god, she's my child. i can call her whatever i want."

"yes you can." i reply.

"good, i'm glad we're on the same-"

"anything except ej." i nod, cutting trevor off.

trevor laughs this time, shaking his head unbelievably as he makes his way over to me. he halts my movements of packing ella's snacks in tiny containers and bags. his hand tugs as my hip, forcing me to face him, when i do he's got his shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"kiss me." he smiles.

i oblige, pecking him sweetly, fully ready for ella's fingers to start digging into my face in protest. trevor's lips linger longer than they should, his free hand running down the small of my back.

"what's up with you?" i laugh, my lips detaching from trevor's as he chases mine.

he pulls me back in for another kiss. "just want to love on my woman."

his hand grips at my ass, my body jolting forward, our chests colliding as i gasp. ella laughs at my funny face, trevor giggles too.

"trevor!"

i sigh, a breathy laugh following suit. trevor kisses my forehead then pulls me into his side for a hug where his cheek rests on top of my head. ella's not-so-gentle baby hands tug at my hair, a gummy smile with the exception of a tiny, glimpse of a tooth is plastered on her face.

"go get ready," i look up to trevor. "we both know you'll be late if you don't go now."

trevor smirks at me once again, his lips coming down to capture mine in a hot, passion filled kiss. i push him back by the chest when he attempts to slips his tongue past my lips. i raise a brow at him when he groans. i'm taking ella from his arms, trevor looking so defeated.

"ella girl! what has gotten into your daddy lately?" i laugh, my nose brushing her tiny ear as she giggles.

trevor rolls his eyes as his stretches his back, his shirt riding up slightly which makes my cheeks go hot. i'd be lying if i said he didn't look damn good.

"i can tell you what daddy hasn't gotten into lately,"

trevor announces, stalking closer to me with lidded eyes.

"that would be mommy." he whispers in my ear before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and walking away to the en-suite bathroom.

-

in true trevor fashion, his racing, unorganized, dumpster fire of a mind betrays him and now he's running late for his game. but boy does he look good doing it. his brown framed glasses are perched on tops his nose, even in the solace of our apartment. he's dressed in his green plaid suit, white button up underneath.

i nearly gasp and cringe at his every frantic move when his cold brew threatens to splash through the small opening and stain his white dress shirt. he doesn't even notice his clumsiness, fully believing himself when he argues his case of being the most organized person in the house.