a/n: the song "crazy beautiful" by andy grammar perfectly describes sophie and keefe's relationship! it's super cute! please listen!
(also, "crazy girl" by the eli young band, and "wanted" by hunter hayes! they're all super cute songs!)
"Hey, Foster—"
Keefe heard the scuffle even before he looked up to see Sophie with her eyes closed, a hand pressed to her forehead, lightly massaging it. She placed down the piping bag she had been using to squirt strawberry icing into a tray of cupcakes with, and by the emotions rippling through the air at him, she was a little irritated.
He laughed. "I did it again, didn't I?" he grinned, setting down the papers in his hand onto the granite island in the middle of their large kitchen.
"Yes, yes you did." A smile tugged on her lips as she said it, though, so he knew that she wasn't too angry or anything.
He peered at the cupcakes, fighting to make no stomach not growl from the enticing scent and even more delicious-looking sight of the baked goods. "What are these for?"
She smirked. "You're not gonna like it if I tell you."
He reached over the granite countertop and the cupcakes, wiping a piece of frosting off from the tip of Sophie's nose with his thumb. Her mouth taped open a little, as she had clearly not been aware of the pink blob on her nose.
With a smile on his face, he licked the sweet icing off his thumb, and she rolled her eyes at the teasing glint in his own orbs.
"Okay, so it's a little messy and I'll admit I don't know how I managed to get that on my face, but these look pretty darn nice." She opened her arms, gesturing to the tray in front of her.
"And I completely agree," he promise, with a bob of his head. "But you never told me what all this is for."
He took the time to also point to five silver tins on the counter, and a few other gold ones. Keefe knew from experience that Sophie baked little treats for her friends once in awhile, but this was exceeding her usual limit.
"Silver are for our friends, gold is for the parents. And, if you must know, it's for the Christmas Party." She pointed to the blizzard raging outside the window.
He mentally facepalmed himself. How could he forget about that so easily?
Keefe placed his hands in his pockets and blew out a breath. "Right. That's. . . Less than a week away," he remebered.
"And little baby bump is comin' along with us," she added, her lips pursed in a smile as her teasing eyes flickered up to him, getting back to putting the frosting on the cupcakes. "Want to help me decorate the cupcakes?"
"Sure thing," he agreed, hoping it would help him take his mind off the impending doom he was imaging. But Sophie had taken the time to assure him over and over that telling their family about the baby was going to be absolutely great.
He grabbed the extra piping bag and began filling it with the pink-coloured icing and glanced to her, his lopsided grin back on his face. "You know, I can't promise there will be any cupcakes left if I help you out."
She snorted out a laugh. "If anyone's eating all these cupcakes, it's me. So, hands off."
"Fair enough," he replied, smirking. He filled the piping bag and twisted the end of it closed, getting started on swirling the icing onto the treats.
Sophie elbowed him in his side lightly. "How do you think they'll all react?" she asked, new-found softness in her tone.
Keefe purses his hips, perfecting the cupcake he was working on. "Good question. But, if Biana hasn't already figured it out, I'd guess there's going to be a whole lot of screaming involved."
Sophie burst into giggles. "The greatest part about that, is that it's so true."
"What about Captain Cognate?" Keefe asked.
"Aw, that's actually a good question. Of course he'll be happy for us—and I can assure you there won't be any screaming involved—but I don't think I can guess his actual reaction."
"Linh?" Keefe offered, moving on to the next person.
"She'll probably silently gush. You know how quiet and reserved she is—it's absolutely adorable."
"Not as adorable as you," he countered, flicking a blob of frosting back onto the blonde's nose.
"Hey!" she protested as he wiped it off and licked it from his thumb, for the second time.
She rose an accusing eyebrow and popped a hand in her hip. "I'm beginning to suspect you're going to continue to do that just as an excuse to get free frosting."
"Mhm," he agreed cheekily.
He chuckled when she shook her head in dissaproval, or playful disappointment. "I can put it on your mouth, if you want. . ." he suggested playfully, reaching over and lifting her chin with his finger.
"No," she said, pushing his hand away. "You cannot and will not."
But she was holding back a smile, clearly amused by his teasing.
"You're cute," he complimented, picking up a cupcake and setting down the piping bag. Sophie opened her mouth to say something when Keefe took a bite out of the naked good and Sophie looked at him in horror, completely slack-jawed.
Keefe had to keep from laughing in order to not choke on the cupcake. He swallowed the food, shrugging innocently. "I had to butter you up a little before I took the food."
a/n: i just made a sophie foster playlist on my spotify, if any of you want to check that out!
my spotify username is "projectmoonlark" and the playlist is named "sophie foster | kotlc ".
