sokeefe imagines

loss

TW: miscarriage
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Blood ran down her legs, severe cramps stabbing into her abdomen.

No. No, no, no, no...

Sophie staggered to the bathroom, clinging to the wall for support as the pain intensified.

Tears welled in her eyes as she cried out in pain, more blood gushing out.

The cramps came regularly, almost like contractions.

But she knew it wasn't. At least it shouldn't be.

She was only at the end of her first trimester, a defined bump showing that she was pregnant.

Collapsing to her knees she shakily grabbed her imparter and hailed Elwin.
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Keefe POV

A buzz from Keefe's imparter showed that Edaline was calling.

Confusion laced his features but he answered promptly.

"Keefe?" Edaline said, something unidentifiable in her voice.

"Edaline?"

"Keefe you need to come to the healing center."

Keefe jumped up from his desk where he had been doing paperwork.

"What? What's wrong? Is Sophie okay?"

"She's ok. But you need to come."

Edaline hung up and Keefe fumbled with his leaping crystal.

His anxiety shot through the roof as he set the crystal to the healing center, stepping into the light.

Keefe found Edaline and Elwin talking in the hall outside of the healing center.

"What on earth is going on?" Keefe demanded, his voice sharp and riddled with fear.

Edaline had tears welling in her eyes and Elwin appeared thoroughly distraught.

"Keefe..." Edaline started but cut off with a sniffle.

"Someone tell me whats wrong with my wife!" Keefe yelled, his temper short.

"Sophie had a miscarriage." Elwin finished for her.

Out of all the things Elwin could have said, this wasn't even on the list.

His heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach.

"Is Soph okay?" Keefe asked in a small voice.

"She's alright, physically anyway. She can leave." Elwin added.

"Let me see her." Keefe demanded.

Elwin opened the door to the healing center and let Keefe in, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he entered the room, the emotions in the air were stifling.

Sorrow.

Fear.

Guilt.

Sophie was curled up in a cot, staring at the wall in front of her.

Slowly, Keefe made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

"Sophie." He murmured, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She continued to stare at the wall, unwavering.

"Sophie look at me. Please. " He pleaded.

Eventually she turned her head to look at him, her brown eyes dull yet glistening with tears.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She repeated over and over.

"Sophie stop. Stop saying sorry." Keefe choked out, gently sitting her up and cradling her close to his chest.

"I don't know what happened. I swear. It happened so fast. E-Elwin said there was nothing he could h-have d-done." She trailed off as her voice started shaking.

"It's okay Foster." Keefe murmured, using her nickname out of habit.

"We can't we be happy?" She mumbled against his chest, hiccuping between tears.

"Something always happens to us. To me. I just want something to go right." She wailed, holding on to him tightly.

Keefe felt helpless.

"Let's go home okay?" He said quietly in her ear, still holding her impossibly close.

She didn't respond and continued to sob.

Keefe carefully held up their leaping crystal before standing, lifting Sophie from the cot.

She clung to him as though he were her lifeline, his arms wrapping around her firmly.

They reappeared within their home, Keefe making his way to their room.

Instead of the usual peaceful quiet, the house just felt dreadfully empty.

The sense of despair was so strong that it seeped into every room.

Keefe went to set Sophie down in bed but she refused to let go.

"Stay, please stay." She cried hysterically, clinging on tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere Foster." Keefe replied, laying down beside her.

They simply held each other for a long while, feeling as though the world was spinning out of control.

Eventually the tears stopped, the sadness still there but masked by the overwhelming stench of pure guilt.

"Stop it Sophie." Keefe announced, frustrated.

She looked at him in confusion, seeing as no words had been said.

"Stop feeling guilty." He said, gentler.

"I can't." She replied, her voice raspy.

"It's not your fault."

"You don't know that Keefe. I-It always comes back to me and my messed up genes. O-Or maybe I ate something or did something I s-shouldn't have. I don't k-know. Something always happens."

"It just wasn't meant to be this time. Okay?"

"I'm so tired Keefe."

"It'll happen when it's supposed to." He said softly, his own tears beginning to fall quietly.

"You're crying too." She replied hoarsely.

He laughed a little at that but the tears kept coming. "Yeah Foster. I was excited about having a mini me running around. But it doesn't mean it'll never happen. Just not right now. And thats okay. Alright?"

She swallowed hard, nodding. Sophie put her head back down, resting it on his chest and wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you. A lot." She murmured, hugging him tighter. "I-I was scared that maybe you'd leave."

Keefe froze. "What?"

She spoke so quiet it was barely audible. "I was scared you were going to leave me."

"Sophie do you know me at all?" He asked incredulously. "If you do then you would know thats ridiculous and I would never in a million years leave you."

"I-I know I just wouldn't have blamed you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

She exhaled, her body drooping in exhaustion. "Good."