ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

all bets are on

for the first time ever, it isn't trevor that's running his mouth.

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it was one week before the wedding. penelope was starting to get anxious at the thought of her monthly visitor coming a few days before or even worse, the day of the wedding. she simply wanted it to come and go so it wouldn't be a bother the day of. another day passed by and she finds herself groaning and tugging at the roots of her ashy locks when another day has passed without a period.

it wasn't until it got down to three days before the wedding that the familiar back pain arrived along with the mild body aches and cramping. penelope groaned in frustration, cursing to herself now she would likely have to carry an extra burden on her wedding day. another thing to stress over and that is exactly what she didn't need. she was already so anxious in the weeks leading up to the big day so of course the actual wedding day would be filled with enough stress to kill a grown man.

penelope waits one more day for the burden of womanhood to come knocking on her door before she starts to panic and when the sun kisses the moon goodnight on the third day of waiting, the panic ensues. trevor is reading ella a bedtime story—a task that often takes longer than it should due to ella saying "just one more book, daddy!" and trevor not being able to say no—so penelope knows that the time is right. she has a very short window to do what she needs to do.

she locks herself away in her and trevor's en-suite bathroom, turning on the shower for background noise in case trevor came in looking for her. she rips the vanity drawer open, scrambling around for an extra pregnancy test that she kept for times like these. her birth control packet comes flying out as her hostile movements disturb anything and everything in the way of her hand. when the foiled blister pack lands on the floor in front of penelope, she notices a lone pill that she must have missed on day where she was too tired, too distracted, or too intoxicated—any of them being a likely mistake. she groans, kicking the packet away from her and slightly slams the vanity drawer closed before she starts the heart pounding process.

the five minutes never go by any faster and they never get any easier. penelope is suddenly brought back to the last time she found herself in this situation and although her and trevor are in a much better time and place in their relationship, she can't help but think the worst. sure trevor has told her he wants a whole hockey team full of babies with her, sure he never made her doubt that he loved her and wanted to be with her, but anxiety will tell you otherwise. those were just things thrown into the air, nothing was set in stone. penelope and trevor had never formally talked about having more kids—especially not now. ella was a menace currently so the thought of adding a newborn to the mix wasn't exactly penelope's idea of a good time, especially not doing it by herself half the time when trevor is away on roadies.

the chime of the phone time goes off on penelope's phone that rests beside her—she swears she can feel her insides shake in terror when she flips the test over. he breathes out a sigh of relief when there's no prominent second line on the test, but upon further inspection the faintest second line makes itself known. and the longer she sits the there, the more prominent the faint line becomes.

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penelope thought she had done a good job at hiding it. if she was correct, she was barely six weeks along at the time of the wedding. she wasn't showing, she hasn't even been to the doctor to actually confirm if she was pregnant—however she somehow just knew. she hadn't even told trevor yet, that was killing her the most. he had been mostly trying to avoid him, telling him that it was due to the wedding and who was trevor to question that?

she had been the only one who knew. well, her and clammy who she had to tell because she needed to say it out loud at one point to semi get it off her chest. that is until her very inquisitive friend, alex takes notice of her passing drinks off to the newly wedded husband all night. he first noticed the full glass of champagne in the bridal suite when he comes up to talk to her. he brushes it off as nerves and not having the time to worry about downing a flute of bubbles. then it's the skipping out on matrimonial cheers at dinner, he raises an eyebrow at that one but shrugs when he hears penelope say she prefers to be sober. the night was still young, the act deemed fair. but then penelope starts declining griffins offers to shot gun, quinn's congratulatory vodka redbulls, a snide remark from trevor about how he could "roll them a fat, officially established zegras joint", then alex gets real suspicious. then penelope basically confirms it when she's iced at the cake cutting, her eyes going wide when she realizes she's been caught in a pickle—no one else would notice, but alex does. when she passes the bottle off to trevor, he nods his head feeling someone giddy inside at the idea of two baby zegras' running around.