Hi guys! You can call me Winnie (yes i love winnie the pooh that much). Here is all of the stuff you need to know before reading the story:
All characters belong to Shannon Messenger
WARNING: THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FROM THE ENTIRE SERIES.
This is Sokeefe (or Foster-Keefe or Keephie idk)
Keefe never betrayed them and Alluveterre still belongs to the Black Swan
They are all at Alluveterre because Fintan burned Candleshade, Everglen, Rimeshire, and Havenfield.
Tam and Linh are there at the time.
Nightfall happened, but Flashback didn't.
WARNING: THERE IS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, PLEASE SKIP UNTIL THE LINES.
Sorry for the page-long intro but it was necessary
Hope you like it!
She was supposed to be sleeping, but instead she had decided to lie on the grass and watch the stars. How could she sleep? Her home was gone, and they had just finished a war. A war, for goodness's sake. And people expected her to sleep? She sighed and wished someone were there. Someone who actually understood how hard it was to sleep.
"Hey, Foster," Keefe said, jerking her out of her thoughts.
"Keefe!" She exclaimed quietly, trying not to wake the others that were somehow sleeping. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, burying her head in his shirt and breathing in his scent.
"Don't worry, breathing is overrated." He laughed.
"Sorry." She loosened her grip.
Then he saw her tears. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I... I just wish that I could be normal for once."
"Oh, Foster, you're never gonna be normal. And I mean that as the highest compliment."
She blushed, still holding on to him.
"Foster... I don't know if I'll have any other time to say this, so here goes."
She looked up into his beautiful, ice-blue eyes and saw how nervous he was.
Nervous? Why would he be nervous? It was just them.
"I like you. Like... I like you, like you. And... I know you probably don't feel the same way, because I know how you act around Fitz. And I'm sorry, and I know this isn't fair, but—"
He was cut off by her lips pressing against his. His eyes widened in surprise as she pulled away.
"Yeah, I'm really sure I don't feel the same way either." She smiled up at him. His eyes were now filled with love, and happiness, and hope. He leaned down and kissed her back. It was more passionate, this time, and she loved it.
She ran her hands through his beautifully soft hair, pulling the perfectly gelled strands apart. He pushed her up against a tree gently, and she used the support to wrap her legs around his waist.
She could feel his excitement, and blushed a bit. She ground her hips into his and he let out a small groan, causing her to smile. They kept this up for a few more minutes before Keefe pulled back, both of them panting.
"You like that?" He teased.
She just laughed and booped his nose playfully.
Sophie yelped as Keefe picked her up, bridal style, and carried her back toward the house.
"Where are we going?" Sophie whispered.
He laughed. "You'll see."
He silently brought her up to her own room, and laid her on the bed.
"Wait, Keefe!" She whisper-yelled as he walked toward the door.
"I'm not leaving," He whisper-yelled back, closed the door, and locked it.
Ohhh...
As he tip-toed back, he tripped on some dirty laundry, and fell on top of her.
She laughed. "Idiot, we're supposed to be quiet!" She whispered.
He just smirked at her and kissed her again.
1 and 1/2 months later...
Sophie threw up again. She couldn't believe she was sick one week before she was supposed to go to the new Havenfield.
And she'd had this stupid bug for a week before that, too.
All of her friends were worried about her.
She got up shakily and went over to her calendar. She noticed there were no red X's over this month, and it was nearing the end.
She flipped back through the months. None last month, and five at the very beginning of the month before that.
She'd just finished her period the day before the battle had ended. And... the next night...
The thought made her nauseous. But she gulped the bile back. She had to tell someone. Keefe.
She walked to his room and knocked.
"Come in!" He said.
"Can I talk to you?" She peeked her head in the door. Her eyes were filling with tears.
Fitz, Dex, and Keefe looked like they'd been having a conversation.
"What's wrong?" He rushed over to her.
"I need to talk to you. Alone." She added, to Dex and Fitz. The stubborn tears finally spilled over.
"Why don't we go to your room?" He suggested.
He turned to the other boys. "I'll be back in a minute."
She led him back to her room and sat down on the bed. She nuzzled her face into Ella.
He came over to her. "So. What am I risking my health for?" He asked in a teasing voice, taking a seat next to her.
She rolled her watery eyes. "You can't get sick."
He raised his eyebrows. "You're better?"
"Well... no." She admitted.
"You need to be consistent with your answers," he said.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, tears filling her eyes again as she twisted her hands in her lap.
He looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Sorry for what? Foster, there's nothing for you to apologize for!"
"For... for doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Keefe... " she couldn't look him in the eye, so she looked at her lap. She bit her lip. "I... " Her voice cracked. "I think I'm pregnant."
Her lungs burned, but she didn't dare breathe, salty tears running down her cheeks.
"You... you're... what?" He asked, looking scared.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered. "At least... I'm pretty sure."
After a few more heart breaking seconds, Keefe ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh."
She closed her eyes, more tears falling to soak her pajama pants. "I'm so sorry," she said.
He took her face in his hands and turned it towards him gently. He brushed the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. "Hey. This is my fault, too. Neither of us remembered." He pressed his lips to hers gently.
She was shocked. Really. And he felt it.
"What?" He asked.
"I... just expected you to... hate me." She said as she leaned into him.
"Hate you!? I love you, Foster!" He said incredulously.
"I know that... I just... thought you'd be more scared."
"Oh, Foster. Trust me. I'm scared as hell. This is... this is making me want to run away screaming." Tears ran down his cheeks. "But did you think I'd just let you go through this alone?"
She picked at the manicure Biana had given her as she nodded.
"Well... I won't. I'm here, okay?"
She smiled and hugged him tighter. "Thank you," she whispered.
They just sat there, Keefe stroking her hair, Sophie crying into his shoulder.
"Sophie."
"Yes?" She looked up at him.
"I won't leave you," he promised. "I love you."
She smiled again. "I love you, too."