Keefe
Chapter 7
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"Um... Raven, can we talk about this later?" He muttered. Isabella's interest had transferred from her wine to theastonished girl.

"NO WE CAN NOT TALK ABOUT THIS LATER! WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS NOW!"

Lucho looked from Keefe to Raven, then back to Keefe. "You mean, you did not tell her yet?" He asked.

"Obviously not, Luch," (AN: Yes, that is supposed to be like that... Nickname) Isabella said with some sardonic humor in her voice.

"Bitch, why don't you just shut the fuck up? Or if you don't, there are better ways to solve your problem," Said Lucho calmly, picking at his fingernails. Isabella didn't say another word the rest of the night.

For a second, Raven forgot about her own troubles. Why did Isabella take that from him? Wait. Who cares, she was a snobby bitch. Back to reality.

"Tell me what, Keefe?" Taking a sip of her wine, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm...Before the sorceress has been in position for one year, it is custonary for her to marry the king."

"I can't get married! I'm only seventeen! I shouldn't even be drinking this wine!" Raven threw the glass into the fireplace.If she hadn't been wearing these charmedclothes, it wouldhave blown up in her hand. The alcohol made the flames jump and dance. As she listened to the glass shatter, she had another vision.

Several years into the future, she saw herself carrying a baby boy, with another little boy trotting at her heels. Her sons. Damon, the eldest, and Forrest, the baby. A door opened and a slightly older, more matureKeefe entered the room.

Damon sqealed "Daddy!" and ran to Keefe, jumping in his arms. Raven sauntered over to him, and they shared a sweet kiss. The kind happy married couples share.

"How was your day baby?" Baby, baby, baby. It echoed in her mind, and she opened her eyes.

She was laying on the couch, and there was a damp rag on her forehead. She saw Lucho and Keefe leaning over her.

"Baby, are you all right? What did you see? You just passed out!"

"O, dammit Keefe! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have flipped out. We can talk later." She tried to get up, but Keefe made her lay back down.

"It's okay. I understand. If you want, in a few weeks we can go back to visit your friends."

"Really! Oh thanks so much!" She pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, whispering into his ear "I love you sometimes. Sometimes I don't. Right now is one of those times that I do."

Keefe was surprised. He had only known her less than three days, and here she was saying she loved him. This would work out great. Maybe she would even do him a favor tonight. Must. Not. Think. Of. That. Right. Now. Keefe.

Lucho and Isabella bid farewell a little while later, and Raven got up to pour herself a brandy. Lord knows she needed it.

"You can't have that, Rae. You're only seventeen, remember?" Keefe took her glass, the ice cubes tinkling, and finished it.

"Who cares? Not like anything is gonna happen to me." She poured another glass, and drank it before Keefe could take it from her.

"How did you know to kiss Lucho when greeting him?" He asked curiosly.

"I saw it in a Mafia movie a while back, and it seemed appropriate," she said as she poured some coffee out of the pot. She drank it black, she needed a stimulant. "Keefe, where are your parents?"

He looked at her, poured a glass of scotch, and sat on the sofa. "My mom died from complications of my birth, and my father was killed by the Sotos in battle. Why?"

"Well, in my vision, I saw ou- I mean I saw your children. I was curious."

"Who was the mother?"

Silence.

"Raven?"

"Me."

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Okay.