"Hey, Foster?"
"Yeah?"
"You tired yet?"
"No."
"Thought so. … Wow. It's cold."
"I am not giving you my blanket."
"Aw, Foster…"
"Nope."
"You don't have to give me the whole thing! We could share it."
"Stop wiggling your eyebrows at me."
"Is that a blush, Foster? Also, you didn't immediately shoot down the whole sharing idea. That mean you're considering it?"
"… Maybe."
"Foster, I'm f-f-freezing over here. P-please share the b-blanket?"
"Fine."
"Yes! Budge over, Foster! I promise not to be a blanket hog."
"Keefe…"
"Yeah?"
"You think Grady would be mad if he walked outside right now?"
"Probably. I mean, we're basically cuddling in the middle of a field while stargazing. But I don't blame you, Foster - I am very cuddle-able."
"That's not a word."
"What's not?"
"Cuddle-able."
"You just said it! That means it's a word."
"You're impossible."
"You know you love me."
"Hmmph."
"That wasn't a no…"
"Oh, be quiet."
"Foster loves me, Foster loves me…"
"Quit singing! Or my dad's actually going to come out here!"
"Heh."
"What?"
"You're pretty cute when you're panicking. I ever tell you that?"
"Yes. Yes, you have."
o0o
"Oh, Sophie! Good morning! How was stargazing last night?"
"It was nice, Mom! Really clear skies."
"Stargazing? With who?"
"Um…"
"Sophie…"
"With Keefe, Dad."
"Let me get this straight. You went stargazing with That Boy last night, and you informed your mother about it but not me."
"Yeeees…?"
"Why?!"
"Probably because she knew you were going to react like this, dear."
A/N: Heeeeey what's up, hello, dear readers! Another Team Foster-Keefe oneshot for ya, with some protective!Grady as well. This is what happens when I get bored in Spanish class...
Leé y revisa, por favor!
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