Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Staring after his partner as she stalked away, all he could was stare with a dumbstruck, slightly wide-eyed expression as his mind starting whirling. He took precautions, he knew Gretch took precautions, and children were the last thing either of them wanted to deal with...
His foot fell off the desk, landing with a thud on the hard wood floor and pulled him back into an upright position. "You're pregnant?" he said, practically sputtering with shock.