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STUPID GRAMMAR MISTAKES ARE LIKELY

I saw lots of your comments...

Y'all are a bit dirty aren't you? ;)

But I may not be able to come up with a tone of ~ideas~ as you may say, so if you want to comment some of your ideas go for it.

Another longer chapter

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3rd Person POV

Weeks past and Sophie's stomach continued to grow. It was double the size of what it had been a few weeks ago. Sophie felt as though she was carrying around a body all the time and she had to kept being reminded that she was carrying around another body. 

The blonde elf laid in bed, facing the ceiling. Grady and Edaline had volunteered to trade their room, which had a bit larger bed, but Sophie had declined the offer, not wanting to leave the comfort of her own area. Her blank hands softly stroked her belly as she stared at the ceiling. Keefe laid beside her, on his side as he faced away from her. She could hear his breath sighing with each slight snore. But her eyes were trained out the window in front of her, the moon staring straight back at her. It was shining over the large open fields running across the Havenfield property. 

"Can't sleep?" Keefe asked her. She didn't feel him move, so she assumed he was still staring away from her. But the blankets soon shifted and she felt his hand on her own. His thumb softly stroked her skin and she hissed at how cold his fingers were. 

But she nodded to his earlier question. 

"Is it the baby?" he asked her. She stared out the window but she shook her head, staying silent. She could tell he was thinking, throwing different thoughts her way. 

"Is it the moon?" he asked her, noticing her eye direction. She shrugged. 

"Just racing thoughts," she told him. She shifted in the bed, huffing in pain at the feeling or the baby seeming to shift inside of her. Keefe continued to whisper soothing things into her ear, softly nipping at the ear lobe as Sophie hummed a soft lullaby, her hand overlapping his.

"Keefe?" she asked him after a few more quiet minutes. He hummed a response, his head lying on hers. "Do you think the baby will be like me? With more than one ability?" she asked him. His thumb continued to rub circles all over her stomach.

"They might, why do you ask?" he asked her, continuing to softly hum against her skin. He still had his clothes on, but the navy blue button-up shirt was ruffled and the buttons were undone. She could feel his pants against her nacked legs as he softly rubbed them against her. 

"I just don't want her to feel how I feel," Sophie said, her face softly relaxing as he snaked an arm under her side to come around her front. Then, he tugged her tighter to his chest, his lips placing small kisses against her neck as he thought of what to say.

"What do you feel?" Keefe asked her. Sophie rolled her eyes, knowing he was tired at the drowsiness in his voice. She slowly turned in his arms, now facing his face. As she thought, his eyes were only halfway open and were covered with sleep dust.

"I feel... different and I don't want her to be pointed out as different," Sophie said to him, reaching up to his eyes to run her fingers over the corners of his eyes to get rid of the crust.

"Sophie... we've already had this conversation but I will repeat it if needed-" he begun but she quickly covered his mouth with her hand, shaking her head.

"No, this isn't about me, this is about the baby," she told him, her eyes looking down at her belly. "What if... what if she blames me for making her different?" Sophie asked, staring up at him with watery eyes. He stared down at her, now waking up a bit at her tear filled eyes. 

"No, don't cry," he pleaded to her, running his finger under her eyes to wipe the wetness falling over her puffy bags. "Please don't cry."

"But what if-" she continued. He placed a kiss on her forehead and pulled her head to his chest, running his fingers through the locks of her blonde hair. 

"Do you always think like this in the middle of the night?" Keefe asked her. She nodded and he let out a small laugh, sitting up a bit and leaning on his open arm.

"It's not good for the baby you know, all this worrying and thinking," he told her. Sophie shook her head again and he wasn't sure what to do with her answer. They stayed like that for a while, just cuddling each other and Keefe could feel his arm going numb as she laid her body weight on him. But he continued to stroke her hair, wanting to her to feel comforted.

When he knew she was finally asleep, he begun to search through his own mind, finding what he had to figure out before this baby was born. He had to marry Sophie, which he wasn't happy about the timing nor the deadline, but if he didn't Sophie would be taken from him. He would never get to see his child nor the love of his life ever again. 

Keefe wanted to cry out, scream into his pillow. Grady was causing him more pain and stress than his father ever did. The feeling of his brain being overloaded with worry was weighing him down. But he had to hide it from Sophie for she would then worry. She had enough stress. More stress than he had. He felt so stupid for being so worried about this proposal when his girlfriend was creating a baby while keeping it together at the same time.

Keefe couldn't sleep a wink that night and it wasn't from the uncomfortable position he was lying in.

The sun soon rose in the distance of Sophie's window and Keefe felt his tired eyes blink. He was stiff in the bed, his arms both fallen asleep and making it feel like needles were tapping against every inch of his skin.

He huffed out a quiet breath, attempting to move a bit but failing miserably. He would have to stay here for he was to afraid to wake Sophie.

But his lord and savior opened the door quietly. 

Edaline poked her head inside and immediately her eyes seemed to soften at the sight of them. She slowly opened the door a bit more to step inside.

"Do you need help?" Edaline asked him with a small smile. He let his head give a lazy nod and she quickly walked over to Sophie, lifting the girls into her arms. Keefe let out a quiet groan as he moved his sleeping arm in attempt to get to his knees. It happened eventually, but his bone seemed to be jammed at the elbow. 

Edaline set Sophie back down on her bed, setting the blue elephant next to her and letting the blonde girl cuddle with it instead of Keefe's arm. Then, the mother waved Keefe outside the room, leading him down the stairs and out the door. 

The sun was still rising in the distance, over the cliff. It created a beautiful mix of dark edges with purple and pink skies which slowly faded to a warm orange and yellow. As he walked along the grass with bare feet, he stretched his arm, wincing at the loud crack of his elbow. 

"I hope you know she really does love you, Keefe," Edaline said. "She needs you as well and so will your daughter."

Keefe let out a yawn as they stopped at the edge of the cliff and craned his straining neck. 

He felt like he was growing years older by the second.

"Sophie told me about your 'motherly instinct' but I wasn't sure if she was just playing with me. But I guess now I can confirm it," Keefe said, sitting down beside her. "May I ask how you know?"

Edaline smiled and shrugged, crossing her legs in her lap.

"It's a feeling," was all she responded.

They stayed in a bit of an awkward silence for a bit before she talked again.

"Grady told me about you 'bet' and I slapped him after hearing it," she told him, turning to the boy. Keefe felt his shoulders sag at the reminder and the pressure in his head and heart all came back. He felt like he was going to start hyperventilating at the feeling, like it was the end of the world for him. 

Then the shame came back at the reminder than he was freaking out over nothing. His girlfriend all the right to freak out. 

He felt selfish for thinking such a small thing was worth stressing over. 

"Keefe, I want you to know Sophie also doesn't like it when you keep your feelings inside and its especially not good for Empaths to do it," Edaline told him. She was waiting for something, something he was not going to give to her. 

He stuck on a childish smirk, trying to calm his hurting chest. 

"All that's hear is healthy, Edaline, I promise. Grady's just trying to see how far I'll go for her. But I don't think he knows I'd go to the moon and back for her."

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(Try 2 I didn't change the chapter number... whoops)