Keeper Of The Lost Cities One Shots

Sokeefe Pregnant P1

          Sophie had been feeling nauseous and sick all evening, and Keefe had offered no consolation to her pains (other than rubbing her back softly in meager attempts to help). At one point, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom as bile rose up her throat, threatening to make an appearance. As her dinner came out, she gasped for air and clawed at her throat to relieve the scorching heat to no avail. Keefe held her hair back, unsurprised due to the many times she had gotten sick or almost died when they were younger—despite him wanting to gag from the sheer sight of it.
         "Foster?" Keefe half-shouted, following the sounds of retching, "Hey...hey. It's okay,"
Keefe cooed as he sank to the floor beside his wife, rubbing soft circles on the small of her back, "You'll be okay, yeah? Just let it out." He was struggling with the pain of it, due to their close proximity, and he knew he was only experiencing a fraction of what Sophie was enduring.
          In response, Sophie just gasped for air while leaning against his chest, breathing heavily and trying to swallow away the vile taste in her mouth—remnants of whatever she had just coughed up.
          Keefe turned Sophie around so she was straddling him, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulders while recovering. He gently kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, whispering into her ear.
        They both knew something was wrong, and Keefe's normal joking attitude had been transformed to concern and seriousness. "Do I need to take you to my office and give a you check up?" Keefe joked around, as it was his way of coping.
        Sophie shook her head violently, somehow  forgetting that Keefe was a physician now. She had an idea as to what was wrong with her, but the suspicions were not to be voiced aloud, let alone confirmed. She would figure it out herself.
         "Hey. If this doesn't get better, I'm going to call Elwin for backup. It's unavoidable and completely necessary. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." Keefe explained, pushing Sophie away slightly and forcing her to make eye contact.
          Sophie nodded in confirmation before struggling to her feet. "I'm gonna go to bed now, okay? I'm okay, see? All better." She spoke quickly to escape any further concern from her husband, rushing to the one room she could be alone in. The 2nd level bathroom.
         She now sat on the cold tile floor, one o'clock in the morning, flushing down this early morning's "mishap." Keefe was asleep in the fluffy and warm bed where she longed to be, but nature called. She groaned quietly to avoid being found out as she stood up, clambering into the massive bed. She nearly tripped and fell twice, but her clumsiness wasn't her downfall. It was her emotions.
        "Sophie?" Keefe mumbled in a partially awake state while clapping his hands twice to turn on the lights. "Are you okay? Actually, no, I know you aren't. I can feel the panic and pain from over here. Come here..." Keefe said sweetly as Sophie began to cry.
        "Sorry. I don't know why I'm crying," Sophie said as she frantically wiped at her eyes to get rid of the tears. She looked down at her feet, which were slightly harder to see due to her bloated stomach. "No it's okay, Keefe. I'm gonna, ummm, go downstairs and make some decaf tea. I don't want coffee right now. Or anything for that matter." She talked quickly, trying to rush out of the room.
          A hand grasped her forearm, preventing her from leaving. "Foster, that's not happening right now. You're getting back into bed, with me, and when we wake up, we are going to go to my office to get you checked out."
        Sophie tried to protest but Keefe picked up her frail form and pulled her into bed. "Ow, Keefe, ow." Sophie whimpered, clearly in pain, "It's like needles stabbing me everywhere. Get it to stop, please." Sophie was writhing while trying to get out of Keefe's firm grip. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, the effects of her morning sickness clearly getting to her. She knew she couldn't hide it anymore. He was going to find out.
          Keefe, while watching Sophie collapse to the floor, threw the blankets off of himself and ran over to Sophie's side, reaching for her back and underneath her knees to pick her up and cradle her. "Sophie!" He called to her, "hey it's going to be okay. We will fix this, okay?" He practically yelled as he half jogged to his office, setting Sophie down on the cot in the corner. He reached for his spectacles, flipping down some lenses and pulling up a stool so he could sit next to Sophie.
           "Tell me where it hurts, my love. I need to know so I can help you!" He talked calmly to her, and now he could certainly feel her pain. Sophie had her face twisted in pain as the urge to vomit rose again, so she kept her mouth shut and shook her head in a "no" at Keefe. "I'm going to count to three, Foster. Three seconds until I don't ask and I figure out what is wrong for myself. One....two...three."
           Keefe snapped his fingers, a glowing orb appearing at his fingertips, allowing him to view everything on a much deeper level. He had manifested as a flasher after his mom tried to change him, but he never went back to her, he used it for the better...for Foster. Keefe pushed Sophie's legs down so she was laying parallel to the cot, so Keefe could have a full view and do a thorough examination to determine the cause of his Love's pain.
         He used his hands to check her lymph nodes, her throat, her ribs, and quickly noticed that her stomach was a little larger than usual. He assumed it was something she had eaten. He checked all the way down to her feet and ankles, which were swollen and puffy.
          Then he used the lights and spectacles, to Sophie's dismay, and started at her head. He moved down to her chest and when he reached her stomach, he realized that it wasn't food that made her stomach larger. He cleared his throat and blinked to clear away any fuzziness, ignoring what he saw as he moved down to see if she was just fooling.
          He came to the conclusion that it wasn't a joke to get back at him for all of the times he had messed around when he was younger, and Sophie was with child. He cleared his throat, choosing whether to assume she knew or didn't know, deciding to go with the latter. "Foster. You're pregnant."

Hey guys. I wrote this because I wanted it to be written, and who else would do it other than me? I find that I write something that I want to read because I cannot find it (it doesn't exist or is in bad quality). I hope you guys enjoy. Part two coming extremely soon, as I am not tired even though it's 11 at night.
Thanks,
Alie