Peter had just finished trimming his stubble and was about to drop his razor in the bin when he noticed something odd peeking out from under a receipt. Not one to shy away from a bit of mess, he reached in and dug it out. His heart dropped as he realized what it was, and the shock wave that ran through his veins caused him to drop it, sending it seemingly thundering onto the linoleum.
After a moment, he crouched to take a closer look, refraining from touching it this time. Luckily, it landed right side up, and Peter caught a glimpse of a single thin red line. He let out a sigh of relief and picked it up. As he studied the test more closely, he wondered why Trixie would try to hide it. After all, he knew she wouldn’t want another kid anytime soon, anyways. If it had been the other way around, he would have showed her right away, so they could laugh about the close call and revel in their relief that it was negative.
“Hey, Trix?” he called as he trotted to the living room, pregnancy test still in hand. “Why’d you hid this in the bin? We should be celebrating! Break out the alcohol! You can still drink!” He came around to the front of the couch and knelt in front of her. It wasn’t until he saw her tear stained eyes that he stopped laughing. “What’s wrong?”
Trixie had to admit to herself that she had been having baby fever after spending countless times sighing at her phone looking at baby cribs on instagram and baby pictures of Natalie all over again. So when she saw the red line appear on the test she chucked it into the garbage bin, fishing out a receipt...or twenty from her bag to hide it. It wasn’t a big deal, she thought to herself. Maybe she lucked out, maybe this was a sign saying that she needed to wait things out...even if things seemed to be going in the right direction.
Her head might’ve tried to rationalize it, but her heart didn’t. So she flopped onto the couch, trying to wipe her eyes to hide her tears of frustration. The one time she actually was prepared, it didn’t happen. She had tried to occupy herself by attempting to sketch a new tree house, but she can’t help but still feel the tears stream down her face. She sighed, wiping her eyes again, her head slowly looking up to see Peter’s happy expression.
Her face practically went red at what he was holding, “Uh...yeah...” she wiped her eyes again. Pretending to smile at his happy expression about it, but she knew that he could see right past that fake smile. “I...” Trixie shook her head. “I just...really was hoping this time it would be positive...but, I guess not. Maybe it’s not time yet, I guess.”