The Rolling Stones' imagines

(Keith) Then there were 3

A/N: Lmaooo sorry this took forever. 😅 I was a lot busier than I expected. Can't guarantee I'll be as active but I'll try to write as much as possible! Thank you so much for reading and remember to comment and vote! Also, I wrote little bits and pieces of this randomly so if it makes absolutely no sense I'll edit it when I have time. I just wanted to get this out already lol (If you're really confused, reader has 3 kids and this is through the years).

Requested by januarybaby1993 . Thanks!

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It was early in the day by the time a wave of nausea rose in my throat, momentarily catching me off guard as the towel I had been previously folding dropped to the floor and my hand went to cover half of my face. My feet seemed to move before I consciously was aware of what was happening as they maneuvered past the new furniture and through the hall. I barely managed to make it to the bathroom before the coffee I had almost reluctantly drank along with the plain toast that morning reappeared. And as I waited for the recurring nightmare to finish, a defeated groan broke through my parted lips because my lungs burned and I could barely manage to catch my breath.

How long was this going to keep happening?

I don't recall how much wasted time I sat with my arms over the seat but I assume it was awhile when I felt strong, firm hands caress my back before carefully helping me up. He noticed my wobbly legs and without a second thought, carried me until I felt the soft fabric of our sheets on my bare feet and heard the music coming out of the small radio I had left playing in our bedroom. I weakly smiled up at him.

"I thought you'd be back later?"

"Did you want me gone? I can go downstairs." He said.

"No." I began and sighed. "Stay with me for a bit. You might be useful."

Keith let out an amused airy laugh before he reached for my stiff hands subconsciously clutching on to the linen sheets. The bed dipped as he sat causing a small wave of nausea to return but I held in the urge to gag as he lowered his head to press his lips to my forehead. My eyes fluttered shut as my heart leaped in my chest.

He hummed. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?"

As much as I felt my cheeks darken at the comment, I couldn't help but snort and I softly swat at his hand before intertwining our fingers together.

"Please, I'm fat and I'm bloated. Not to mention an absolute mess."

His eyes crinkled as a beautiful melodic laugh fell from his lips.

"You're pregnant, what do you expect?" But then he spoke and all the warmth I felt watching him faded as I raised a brow and glared. Keith must have realized his mistake as his laughter died down and he paled before his ears burned crimson red.

"Not saying that you are", he whispered the word fat. "Just— you're also four months pregnant. I mean you're absolutely gorgeous... not that you're not when you aren't pregnant! I—" He rambled before I squeezed his hand and grinned.

"Nice save."

"Ha. Ha." He mumbled and began to play with my hair. It was quiet but neither of us seemed to care as the only sound was that of the small radio playing a song from The Association and of his light humming along whether he intended to or not. His dark eyes seemed elsewhere as he stared at the headboard. I was beginning to form a question when he grinned.

"Four months", came the softest tone I had ever heard him use. He almost whispered the two words as he repeated himself in a daze.

"Ariella Grace." I said.