Trevor was a guy who would go out to have fun with his friends. He would get into bed with many girls but then he got one pregnant. Now he was stuck with you for a kid.

He tried not to get back into partying and waking up with multiple girls at his side since the girl he got pregnant ran away when it came to your birth. His friends trying to get him to party with them.

Currently he was at the kitchen counter with you as you sat on top of it. “You know how to do taxes.” Trevor said to you as if you even knew what taxes were. Sharing a waffle with you and having your drink in a bottle with his whiskey beside your drink.