Keeper Of The Lost Cities One Shots

Sokeefe Pregnant P2

             "What? No? You're funny, Keefe. Thanks for making fun of my food baby. Don't do that, you scared me." Sophie whispered into the silence that ensued after Keefe said she was pregnant, obviously joking with her. Sophie was oblivious, yes she had her suspicions but she thought she was getting better. It had been a month or two since her last terrible morning sickness spells.
          "Foster." He said, grabbing her by the shoulders and jostling her slightly, "I'm not joking. Love, you're pregnant." He whispered back ecstatically, a smile creeping onto his face.  Yes, he had worries that he would become like his own father and mother, but he was determined to make it a better life for his child. He reached forward encasing her in a hug, being especially careful around her stomach.
          Sophie mumbled quietly, "No, no, no. I'm not ready," her voice slowly got louder as she repeated herself, "Keefe! I'm not ready." Her eyes were wild and looking around the room without rest, "I'm not ready, Keefe. I can't...no. I don't want it Keefe, help me please. I'm not ready!" She said frantically with tears in her eyes threatening to spill, her pains momentarily gone, sure to return later in full swing, but at this moment she needed to leave. She stared into his eyes again, sending a silent plea before she pushed open the door to escape Keefe's in-home infirmary, running and running.
           Keefe stood up quickly, and ran after her. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to Sophie or his baby, and he wouldn't let Sophie happen to the baby (if you know what I mean?). She may not have felt ready, but she was in her prime and he knew she was ready. She used her fear to cover up the excitement and joy bursting from her heart, using her insecurities to claim she wasn't ready. He had hidden the same way and wasn't going to let Sophie ruin herself.
            He found Sophie laying on the ground outside, clutching her stomach and gasping for air. She had her eyes closed and a red face, her eyebrows furrowed deep in thought or confusion. "Sophie, love. You can't do that. Don't run from your feelings, hmm?" She jumped at his voice, flashing her eyes open and then back closed as she told Keefe to go away. "No. I won't leave, and I won't let you give up on the baby. We are going to be parents, so you need to pick up your sorrows and other emotions, don't bottle them up, let them out, an then we will be grown ups and solve our problems—and the baby is not our problem. It's our fear, yeah?"
           She felt like yelling and crying at the ignorance of her husband—she didn't want the baby and that was that. There was no way to solve how she felt and it was probably the mood swings too. So she did. In tears she screamed at Keefe, "WHAT DONT YOU GET ABOUT 'IM NOT READY!' Keefe I'm scared that I'll mess it up and be a bad mother, I'm scared of placing all of the weight on my shoulders onto my baby. I can't and I won't do it. I'm not having this baby."
           He reached forward after kneeling down next to Sophie, wishing there was some other way to help than a measly sedative. He placed a warm hand on her stomach where her shirt had ridden up. "Foster. It's our kid. We have a little bean growing up inside of there. I will help you, love. I won't let anything bad happen to you or the baby, and I will do everything in my power to make this the best season of your life. Babe, I know you're ready..." he whispered as his other hand reached for her forehead and brushed over the wrinkled lines and down her nose until she relaxed, "and you know how I know?" He waited for her to shrug. "I know because I love you and I believe in you."
         Sophie whimpered at the contact on her forehead and stomach, almost an overstimulation after avoiding any contact for a while. She nuzzled into his hand as he continued to trace her face with a soft smile on his own. "Sit up. Sophie. I have to do a check up on the little one, too." He used his hand after she nodded to support her back as she sat up. 
         Excitement coursed through his veins as he helped his pregnant wife back inside to lay down on the same cot in the same office. He wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible, almost treating her as a porcelain doll now that she was carrying his child. "Okay, love. I'm just going to push down a little here," he said as he applied a gentle pressure on her lower abdomen, "and here," he said, continuing to move across her entire stomach. He speculated she was probably two to three months along, and he couldn't be more excited.
         Sophie tried to sit up, beginning to ask a bunch of questions, but Keefe pushed her back down against the cot and shushed her so he could continue the examination. He flipped down the spectacles to be able to the see the baby without an ultrasound, and tears welled in his eyes seeing his baby for the second first time. "Love..." he whispered to Sophie.
         "What?!" Sophie wondered with tears fell down both of their faces. "What is it? What's wrong?"
          "Nothing. It's our kid, love. We made that little thing that you have in your stomach. It's so cute!" He said wiping his eyes.
           Sophie clutched her stomach while leaning over the side of the cot and vomited up whatever was left. She whimpered as she continued dry heave and gag. Keefe had pulled her hair back again, but was now grabbing a napkin of sorts to clean up her mess. If she couldn't even manage this, much less the Neverseen, how could she raise a child?
            Keefe sat down on the back cot, pulling Sophie's trembling form into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting on the smallest wisps of a bump. He smiled like a father would, and vowed to take care of his Love and his little Lovebug.