Preggers.

Two lines on the god damn pregnancy tester blinked at you like a threat. This was bad, this was real fucking bad.

You've been fooling around with Trevor Philips for about three years now... you knew what kinda guy he was, what he did. Even his past... and you loved him despite all that.

So it scared you horribly when you showed up to be pregnant, with his baby none than less... you wanted kids at some point, but not right away! And not to mention nobody knows how Trevor would act. Fucks sake you thought he was infertile at this point, with the amount of drugs he takes. Maybe he'll turn heel and run... wouldn't put it past him...

"Oh my beautiful lollipop! I'm hoome!"

Trevor gives a happy shout as he opens the door to his trailer, an uzi in one hand and a duffel bag full of money in the other.

"Oh fuck I had a good fuckin' day, hung out with Mikey, then we robbed a bank, I threathened some people and now I get to go home to my baby! This day can’t get any fucking better!"