˜"*°•.𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.•°*"˜ - A collection of Sokeefe Oneshots

˜"*°• 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞...𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? (𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧) •°*"˜

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐢 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬!

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞- 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭- 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝- 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞- 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐃: 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 :)𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ;)

-𝐪𝐮𝟑𝟑𝐧𝐢𝐞

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{𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄}

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 :𝟑𝐘𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲- 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡- 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐔𝐧𝐔 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐑𝐄𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐖𝐑𝐢𝐓𝐭𝐄𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐑𝐒𝐢𝐨𝐧 :𝐃

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ;)

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 :>

-𝐪𝐮𝟑𝟑𝐧𝐢𝐞

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Light filtered through the wispy curtains, and Keefe blindly searched for his wife through the big and fluffy blankets. 

"Foster?" Keefe asked wearily as he rubbed his eyes. "Foster?" Keefe called again. "Sophie, where are you?" Keefe asked once more, this time more panicked. Despite the Neverseen being defeated and all, Keefe still worried. 

Keefe shot out of bed, frantically searching for his wife. 

"Where could she be?" Keefe muttered under his breath before letting out a string of colourful words. 

Suddenly, a wave of nautiousness washed over him, and Keefe stumbled back, leaning against the wall from the intensity of the emotions.

Foster. 

Keefe immediately rushed towards where the emotions were coming for, to be led to the bathroom, where his Foster was puking her guts out. 

Not quite sure what to do but wanting to help, Keefe gently pulled back Sophie's hair.

Once she stopped, Keefe tilted her chin so they'd be facing each other. 

"I'm so sorry." Sophie apologised. "You must be feeling what I'm feeling." she said before attempting to back away. Keefe was faster, taking her hand in his. 

"You know it doesn't make a difference, Foster, so you might as well come closer. I promise I won't bite, if that's what you were worried about." Keefe teased, and was glad to see her lips twitch upwards with a small smile. 

She opened her mouth to say something, but then winced before going into fetal position. 

"Hurts." she groaned. 

"You okay honey?" he asked, worried.

"As good as I can get." Sophie replied, trying to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. 

"You need to get some rest Foster. I can manage the animals today." Keefe assured before Sophie could protest, scooping her up, bridal style. 

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Keefe got out of the shower, making sure to tousle and style his hair, since The Hair needed lots of care and attention. 

He had just finished taking care of the animals for the day, as his job was to be an Animal Rehabilitator for the animals they were going to put in the Sanctuary- just like Grady and Edaline, except he and Foster took care of...more...rare creatures. 

When he went upstairs with a bowl of soup that the gnomes had told him was good for people who were sick, which he made especially for Foster, he peeked through the door, to see Sophie, scrunching her face up in pain, her eyes shut, and hugging her knees to her chest on the bed. 

"What's wrong Foster?" he asked gently, plopping next to his wife and tucking a strand of wavy golden-blonde hair that shielded Sophie's gorgeous brown eyes. "Did you go to Elwin for some medicine?" 

Sophie nodded, but he could tell from her emotions that she was keeping something from him.

"I know you're hiding something, Mysterious Miss. F, so...spill!" he declared, expecting her to giggle. Instead, she began to sob, burying her face into a pillow. 

"I'm so sorry Foster, did- did I do something wrong?" he apologised, taking Sophie's hand as she squeezed it. "Sophie...please say something." he begged. 

Sophie looked up, her eyes filled with so much misery that it ripped Keefe's heart in two. 

"Y-y-you won't want o-o-one." she whispered, and Keefe cupped her cheek with one hand. 

"What's wrong my sweet little Feisty Foster?" he asked softly, but that only made more tears stream down Sophie's face. 

"You won't want a baby." she said in a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper. 

"W-what?" Keefe asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm pregnant, Keefe." 

"You're...you're what?"