KOTLC "Choose em'" Oneshots

12 Sokeefe

       She felt sick--she felt like she was going to vomit every time she breathed in. Which is like every 3 seconds. She didn't think it was possible, but the proof was right there and she couldn't look at it. She didn't have the stomach.

       Sophie tried to stand up from the bath ledge where she was sitting, but dread filled her muscles like lead weights. Each breath was filled with panic, her throat tightening with the threat of tears. How would she tell anyone? She couldn't.

         She finally stood up and the mere thought that she wasn't showing yet was the only thing keeping her standing on her own two feet. Her mouth stayed shut as she silently left the bathroom--leaving behind no evidence that could lead to suspicion.

         Being the only one home, she could cry her tears, let her throat constrict, let herself fall to the floor in despair--let herself die quietly. This was too much of a burden for a 16 year old who carried so much more responsibility than the baby inside of her could fathom. And she didn't want the responsibility of a baby. Especially Keefe's baby.

         As she hit the ground, the front door opened and Fitz walked in. He immediately looked down and his eyes softened as they reached Sophie's timid form on the floor. "Hey..." he said, his voice laced with concern--or pity--that Sophie didn't want.

          "Go away." Sophie muttered under her breath, both to her growing baby and Fitz. "I want to be alone."

          Fitz liked her and she new it. But she didn't like him. Her heart belonged to someone else, the same one who was the father of her baby. She had to tell him that his infatuation was unnecessary and not wanted anywhere near her.

          "Sophie, I don't care what you want. You are going to tell me what's wrong--and you can't keep secrets from me. We're cognates." Ohhhh that excuse always got to Sophie, she used to believe it, but at this point she didn't want to share anything with him--especially her newest secret. "You look sick. Are you okay?"

         "I'm going to be sick if you don't leave this house right now. So what if I'm sick-just leave me alone."

        "I'm calling Elwin." Fitz said hurriedly, escaping from Sophie's wrath before it unleashed, as he ran outside to call for Elwin.

         Sophie stood up, running to stop Fitz. She was not injured. A baby wouldn't hurt her, and it was supposed to be a blessing--but it was more of a burden to both her abilities and responsibilities.

         She was too late. Elwin was here. Fitz was gone. She cursed quite loudly as emotions stronger than description enveloped her body.

          "Sophie! What's up?" Elwin asked with a cheer, his wild brown hair sticking up in all directions like Doc Brown.

          "I'm pregnant." she said in a hushed tone, "please don't tell anyone."

          "Oh, Sophie..." Elwin said, "I have to tell someone. Who is the father? At least tell him."

         "It's Keefe," Sophie choked out, the words she was afraid to say out loud escaping to someone she could trust.

        Elwin never questioned Sophie for the fear that her so-called brave facade would fail, instead calling the father and someone she trusted. Elwin pulled out his imparter, hailing Keefe in the blink of an eye. Keefe answered in a panic, wondering if something was wrong, but Elwin remained calm and requested he come to Sophie--which he did.
   
        "Sophie, you have to tell Keefe. I won't interfere, in fact I will leave...just for privacy. But a check-up will come sooner or later whether you want it or not."

         Sophie only nodded. And then Keefe arrived, and Elwin left.
 
         Keefe ran up to her, his eyes wide with concern for his true love. His Foster. "Hey Foster...you okay?"

         Sophie stayer quiet, her lips seemingly glued together.
 
         Keefe grabbed both of her hands off of her stomach where they were resting, clasping his warm hands over her cold ones. He whispered small nothings into her in an attempt to comfort her frazzled nerves, which he could now feel. "Hey. Calm down." He looked into her eyes, and like what they say happens when looking at someone you love, his pupils dilated.

        Sophie tried to avoid his gaze, but his hand lifted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. He patiently waited, crouching beside her trembling form, and he sent gentle breezes to her--but they did nothing to calm her.

        "Sophie. I love you, but you need to tell me what is going on. Im not leaving until you do. I heard you pushed Fitz and Elwin away--that's not like you."

        "You don't love me." Sophie said, her emotions bubbling over into her words. Also mood swings--she was new to this.

        "Oh but I do. I love you so much. I will wait for you as long as it takes--I want to be with you, get married, have a family, share our experiences and emotions, everything."

       "But you won't love me if I told you what's wrong. So just go, once it's all over then maybe you could love me again." Sophie sobbed to herself, not wanting to over share. She dropped Keefe's hands, her emotions were probably loud enough to travel well over a mile, he didn't need to feel them right then and there. Good thing he wasn't Fitz.

        "Foster. You are scaring me. What is wrong. What is going on. Tell me or I swear to anything Elvish, I will have Fitz rip into your mind and steal that secret. We can't keep secrets from each other in a relationship. You know that."

         "I know. Its just bad."

          Sophie paused after that, giving him tike for a rebuttal that never came. So she said it.

          "I'm pregnant."

          Keefe gasped quite loudly, startling Sophie to tears. He looked at her, his ice blue eyes piercing through her stomach, "In there? Foster you're having a kid?"

         She nodded, the tears overflowing, her throat constricting again, her eyes becoming puffy and red, her nose running, and then she had to vomit. She rushed to stand up, but Keefe grabbed on to her, his hand resting on her lower abdomen.

        "I think I'm gonna throw up." Keefe and Sophie said at the same time. And Sophie ran--her knees hitting the bathroom floor, the lid open in an instant, and she vomited. Keefe followed her, not to throw up, but to hold her hair back. She clutched her stomach, and Keefe rubbed soothing circles on her back.

       Once the fit was over, Keefe sat down next to her. "Whose is it?" he whispered, a secret hope covered by trepidation.

        "Yours. It could never be anyone elses. Only yours. Im sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't. I'm sorry it's my fault." She gasped for air, her body wracking with sobs.

        "Foster. Hey. Fos--Sophie. I love you, and I would never blame you or get mad at you. We're gonna have a kid! I'm gonna be a dad! You're going to be the best mother to our children. Everything will be okay, even if it doesn't feel like it. I promise. We will make it through together. We can raise a kid, even if people think we are too young. We can tackle this baby together. I love you, I always will, unfailing. Now I have even more a reason to love you and protect you, okay? I'll admit, we are both scared. I don't want to end up like my mom or dad, but I know we can do this together. And hey, it's baby Foster-Keefe. The best." He whispered into her ear. "I'll love you always and forever, Sophie and my little baby."

1315 words. Holy moly. But i think it was worth it!! Good or not??? Sorry its been a while, but its an update which is progress. Also i did not spell check, so if there are any mistakes, LET ME KNOW!!
Sokeefe or Sophitz for the win??? Who do you ship more? Anyways, hope you liked it...i will try to update more to keep us all occupied in these crazy times.
-Alie