A/N Guess why I didn't update? I was sick! Yaaaaay... So, basically, on Thursday, my stomach started hurting, I vomited, had a sick day, and forgot to update. Wonderful... not.

To mysteriously: Thank you! Sokeefe is the best.

To TEAM SOPHIE: Whoa thank you! I'm glad you've started to ship Sokeefe, welcome to the club! (I don't personally ship Sophitz, but it's cool, too)

To BlackSwanGirl: Thank you so much!

To lovelunalovegood: Wow, thank you! I will definitely try to write more.

Here's the next chapter:

Sophie sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest as she scrolled through her phone, Iggy at her feet. Reading up on human news was something she had always been interested in. Sophie liked to think that if she had stayed in the human world, she would have become a journalist. As she started to read an interesting article on sodium intake, she heard a familiar deep voice on the other side of the door say, "Hey."

Sophie groaned. "What are you doing, Keefe?"

His face was spotted with flour, and his usually artfully messed clothes were... actually messy. There was stains all over his shirt that looked suspiciously like chocolate. In his hands were a plate of chocolate cherry custard bursts.

He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes, making it look more like a grimace. "I'm going to talk to Grady today."

"So you decided to bribe him with custard bursts," Sophie said dryly. "You know he's not going to buy that."

Keefe sighed, slumping his shoulders. "I know."

Sophie scooted aside, patting a spot for him next to her. He smiled gratefully at her as he gripped her hand.

"I've got nothing else," Keefe said defeatedly, setting the rifflepuffs on Sophie's bedside table. With his other hand he rubbed his temples, as if he was getting a headache. "To be honest, your dad scares me. Custard burst?"

"Nuh-uh-uh, mister. You're not going to distract me with pastries. Let's talk about this," Sophie said, flicking Keefe's nose.

"Huh, no custard burst, then," Keefe said, smirking at her.

With a loud shriek, Sophie leaped over Keefe, frantically grabbing two custard bursts in each hand. "Give me the custard bursts!"

"Whew, Foster's getting feisty," Keefe said, poking her side as she happily chomped on the pastry.

"Idiot," Sophie grumbled.

Keefe gave her his trademark smirk. "I'm your idiot."

"Whatever," Sophie said, red as a tomato. She took another bite out of the pastry.

Keefe grinned-a real grin, she noticed- and punched her playfully on the arm. "So, how do you think Grady's gonna take the news?"

"Badly," Sophie answered bluntly.

"Nice way of putting it," Keefe said sarcastically. His face softened. "If we tell him, is he really going to be that bad?"

Sophie sighed softly, rubbing her thumb across his hand. "Yeah. Afraid so."

"Why?" Keefe wondered out loud. "Why does he hate me so much? I just... I don't get it."

"I'm... not really sure." Sophie shook her head. "It's just... he was always scared of me liking you for some reason. It wasn't just you, though. He was really wary of Fitz at first. But... he's always resented you more for some reason."

"Oh." Keefe stayed silent.

"Yeah," Sophie huffed. Quietly, she said, "I think I might know why, though."

"And?" Keefe asked.

"It's Jolie," Sophie said.

"Um... Sophie?" Keefe questioned uncertainly. "Isn't Jolie a little bit... you know... er, dead?"

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Yes, Keefe. I know that Jolie's dead. Anyways, that's not what I meant. After we found out all that stuff about Jolie and Brant, Grady got really angry. And... he's always suspected that I like you. At first it was paranoia, but obviously he was right."

"Well, duh," Keefe said.

"Anyways, he knew I liked you, and when you joined the Neverseen, he freaked out. For a while, he refused to say your name," Sophie continued.

"Ah, the 'That Boy' stage," Keefe commented wryly.

"It wasn't just out of anger," Sophie said. "I think- I think it was out of fear. Jolie had gotten involved with a Neverseen agent, and look what happened to her. He's so afraid of losing me... that he won't take any chances. Rightfully so, too."

"But I'm not a part of the Neverseen anymore," Keefe said.

"Of course you're not," Sophie said. "But these things hold on to people and don't let go."

Keefe nodded. "These experiences can scar you for life."

"And, of course, he just likes Dex and Fitz better," Sophie said. "But don't worry. I remember him saying when he gave me this talk that he would interrogate them just as much if they ever tried to date me. And he lived up to it with Fitz."

"Wait," Keefe chuckled. "The matchmaker's talk with Grady? That must have been interesting."

Sophie shivered. "It sure was. Anyways, we shouldn't worry too much. During that very interesting talk he said he would accept whoever I choose. It'll probably take a while, though."

"Knowing how long he can hold a grudge," Keefe said. "It will. He called me 'That Boy' for a year!"

"He means well," Sophie said. "He's a good dad."

"He really is," Keefe nodded. "You're lucky, you know."

Sophie put her head on his shoulder. "I know."

Keefe kissed her forehead, and a warm, happy feeling spread through her heart.

Suddenly, she heard the door crack open, a surprised face looking at her.

"Sophie?" Grady asked, his eyebrows scrunched up together.

"Um... custard burst?"