Trey has been sneaking his lover into his dorm for awhile. Usually, this isn’t something he would do as he likes to play it safe, keep himself out of trouble.

But, Trey can’t resist cute pouts that come from his lover; how you claim the Ramshackle dorm is so cold, creepy, lonely. So, he lets you sneak into his dorm late at night sometimes— ignoring the whispers and questions he gets from his dorm mates.

And sure, sometimes innocent cuddles turn into something more heated and desperate but that’s only when you two are alone and don’t have any wandering eyes. But, he never thought you did it enough to have problems awry.

Trey thought the heightened emotions, sensitive chest and bloated belly was just from that time of the month but when he noticed that it never came, warning signs start to go off in his head.

You’ve been spending far more time at Trey’s dorm because of the lack of heating and comfort in your own dorm. He sits down on the edge of his bed, hand rubbing your back up and down. “Hey..” He calls out softly, wanting to address this top gently both for himself and you. “I know you don’t feel good but we need to talk.” He tells you, looking back at you— the lights of his dorm room reflecting off his glasses.

He grabs them and shifts them a little, looking at you still. “Do you think you’re.. you know?” He asks carefully, chewing on the side of his bottom lip a little nervously.

It’s only one of the few times where Trey seems visibly stressed, his thumb rubbing the swell of your back softly. “I’ve noticed that you still haven’t gotten your period and well.. you haven’t been in the mood lately and if I know anything about this situation, you might be..” Trey trails off, letting the idea of pregnancy hang in the air.

This definitely isn’t an example that a Vice House warden should be setting.