3rd Person POV

Keefe felt like he was about to explode. He was nervous, mad and happy all at the same time. He walked back up the hill after a little bit. Grady had gone up right after saying his threat of taking away the only person who had truly loved him away from him. Forever. 

He squatted down, chewing his fingers. He wanted to yell. He wanted to scream. Now that he looked at it, his parents had turned out so bad, maybe Grady's advice was for his own good. 

He hated Grady being right. 

Why had he had to be wrong about everything?

"You okay?" A voice asked from above him. It wasn't Sophie's voice, but it was feminine. Keefe looked up to see Edaline standing up. She was wearing a red and black plaid shirt with jean looking things. The human style was really beginning to spread through the elvin world quickly after Sophie's arrival. 

"What did he say to you?" Edaline asked. Keefe bit his lip, deciding not to tell her. So, he stood up, shaking his head. 

"Nothing, just scared me a bit," Keefe told her. Edaline raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any further questions. The family said down at the table, Sophie right next to him. She gave him a warm smile, but he couldn't return the grin. He was burning from the inside out, and felt like he was going to pass out from the stress in only a few minutes. 

But Sophie turned back to her food, seeming to inhale the mallowmelt from the plate in the middle of the circular table. 

Keefe continued to play with his food, staring down at his face. As Grady and Edaline stared up a quiet conversation between the two, Keefe's muscles tensing. Sophie must have noticed because she slowed on the eating thing, her eyes shooting to his in concern. 

"You okay, Keefe?" Sophie asked him. A fake smile rose to his cheeks and Keefe's eyes shot over to Grady's. His hard eyes stared at his daughters boyfriend before quickly turning back to his wife. Keefe's eyes turned back to Sophie's but her attention had turned back to her food, eating up the gooey green substance in a bowel. 

As dinner slowly came to and end, the moon rising in the distance, Keefe got up from the table. he walked over to the coat rack by the door at the entrance of the house. 

"Keefe? Where are you going?" Sophie asked, slowly standing up from her chair and placing a hand on her stomach. Keefe could tell she was trying to hide a wince, but he could see her knees shake under neither her. As she began to collapse, he quickly ran over to her, catching the tired and woozy girls in his arms. 

"Please, stay," she whispered to him. Keefe could feel her hot breath against his neck and a soft blush rose to his cheeks. His eyes turned over his shoulder and he saw Grady give him a non trusting look, but Edaline quickly stepped in front of him, giving him an encouraging smile. 

"Me and Grady would love it if you stayed! Sophie needs the comfort and so does your baby girl," Edaline said, waving them upstairs. Keefe watched as Grady opened his mouth to say something else, but Edaline covered him mouth, waving them up stairs. 

"Here, let me help," Keefe told his girlfriend as she struggled to get up the stairs. He quickly picked her up bridal style and she laughed, smiling. He carried her up stairs, softly rocking the girl in his arms before setting her on the top of her bed. 

"You seemed stressed at dinner, what happened with Grady?" Sophie asked him, patting the spot next to her. Keefe debated on telling her, but he knew Sophie would quickly become mad at her father and begin yelling at him, which would only cause more stress for herself. So, he decided against it. 

"It's nothing, just the normal talk," Keefe told her. She raised an eyebrow, but grabbed his arm, pulling him all the way on the bed. She then quickly tucked her hands under his shirt and he flinched, looking down at her in confusion as he shifted to get on his knees.

"What are you doing?" Keefe asked her. Sophie looked up at his eyes before pulling his shirt over his head. 

"You're stress and I want to feel helpful," she responded. But Keefe quickly tried to snatch his shirt from her, his eyes brows furrowed as he shook his head. 

"You can't do that Sophie, I' supposed to help you, not the other way around."

He quickly reached out to grab the shirt form her outstretched hands, but she quickly lurched backward, causing him to lose his balance on his knees and fall on top of her. 

***

"Sorry," he murmured, slowly getting to his arms to hold his weight over her. She grinned and he suddenly felt her press her knee against his pants.

"I'm not," she whispered with a grin that made his bulge slightly stand up in his pants. She took her knee away and he bit his lip, trusting his hips at her in desperation. Sophie smiled again and pressed her knee cap harder against his pants. He huffed out a breath, quickly humping her knee back. 

"Fuck, stop it Sophie," he hissed at her. He bit his lip harder, sure it would start bleeding if he held it any longer. Sophie pushed harder against his hardening erection and smiled up at him. 

"You haven't sworn in a long time," she whispered to him, pulling her knee back from. Keefe huffed out a breath, his face scrunching as he trust his hips out again, looking for friction to relieve him. 

"It's... It's a bad influence for the baby," he huffed to her, opening his eyes. Sophie could see the same layer covering his pupils as she had seen the night they had made love to each other truly. Rally making love for a reason. For love. 

Sophie softly smiled at his remark, nodding and throwing her knee out at him as hard as she could. His eyes bulged open and he let out a silky moan. 

"Fucking, shit," he muttered. Sophie rolled her eyes again and took her knee away. Keefe quickly groaned, grabbing her knee and placing it where he wanted it. then, he quickly began rubbing himself all over her, biting his lip as he threw his head back to try and keep quiet. 

"What were you thinking for names?" She asked him. his eyes quickly looked at her for a second before closing again as he hit a sensitive spot. 

"Really? Right now?" He asked her. Sophie softly smiled, feeling herself becoming wet at the sight of her boyfriend trying to relieve himself in front of her. 

"Yes," she responded. His eyes flickered open for a moment and he stared deeply into her eyes before inhaling quickly, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

***

When he didn't responded, she decided to start. "I was thinking Calla would be nice," she whispered to him. His eyes opened for a long while this time,s taring up at the ceiling. She did the same sometimes, wishing she was still there. 

"Yes, we should name her Calla," Keefe agreed and he bit his lip, staring down at Sophie's knee. His erection was pounding and wanted as much attention as he handle, but he felt so disrespectful when talking about his dead friend as he was pleasuring himself. So, he huffed out a breath, taking a shaking knee step back, sitting down on his calves. 

"I... how about Jolie?" Keefe asked her, twiddling with his fingers. Sophie's eyes turned to his and she tilted her head. 

Calla or Jolie?" She asked Keefe. The blonde haired boy smiled and shook his head, crawling over to his girlfriend. But Sophie couldn't hold back a giggle when she saw how uncomfortable he was with his hard erection rubbing against his pants with every move. 

"I was think Calla would be the first name, and Jolie the middle. Calla Jolie, it has a nice ring to it," Keefe said to her, lying his head on the pillow beside her. The name floated around in the girls mind and she rubbed her still flat stomach. 

"Yes, Calla Jolie, I like it," Sophie said back to him. 

They sat in silence together for a bit, remembering their best memories with Calla. Sophie was able to remember some of the photo's and memories Edaline had showed her of Jolie. Sophie was the Walmart version of Edaline and Grady's biological daughter.

"Which last name should we take?" Sophie asked him. She wasn't sure if Keefe wanted to keep his last name, since nothing good came from the name except money and power. 

She wanted love.

"Can't we combine them? Have our Team Foster-Sencen again?" Keefe asked her with a playful smirk. The days when her life had been easier. Real life hard,beating bad guys seemed like a peace of cake now that she looked at it. And not that she thought of it, the real bad guys weren't the Neverseen or the Death Eaters (Harry Potter anyone?). It was the real villains in real life that struck you cold.

"Calla Jolie Foster-Sencen, it's wonderful," Sophie said, with a joyful smile. 

'Yes.'

Strange way to end it, right?