Yikes more than two months...

My bad.

(Also 189k? Thats crazy!)

You can thank my friend for bothering me about it.

*giggles* chapter... *giggles again* 69....bahahahahahahahahaha

And, for all my Marvel fans, Black Widow's been delayed...again

!GRAMMAR MISTAKES ARE INCLUDED IN THE PACKAGE,  YOU HAVE MY SINCERE APOLOGIES!

Also slightly longer, have fun :)

3rd Person POV

"Keefe, I think your doing it wrong," Sophie said to her boyfriend from the doorway. Keefe huffed out a angered breath, tossing the wrench into Grady's tool box which stood a few feet away from him. He was pouting as he stared at the slightly wonky baby crib. Grady had cut the pieces out from one of the branches on Calla's tree. Sophie knew Calla would have wanted it, but it did hurt seeing her father trim on of her branches. It would grow back, she kept telling herself.

Guilt still flooded her gut.

"I think Grady cut them wrong," Keefe mumbled. Sophie softly smiled, walking towards him. Her stomach had grown lots in the last few months. About four inches out now. SHe could feel it weighing on her, though. Her back was strained and she always had cramps now. Headaches were also felt periodically throughout the day. Reaching up to his tense shoulders as he glared at the tool box, she gently massaged the tendons. 

"You may not want to tell him that," Sophie said to him with the smallest smile. She had noticed she hadn't been smiling as much anymore, but Keefe kept her going. He would read stories to the unborn baby at night, softly mumbled to it as they fell asleep in bed. It was adorable, Sophie would admit. Keefe let out a groan, letting his head fall back against her forehead softly. He let out a sigh. 

"Do you really think I'm ready to be a dad, Sophie?" Keefe asked, giving her puppy eyes from over his shoulder. Sophie narrowed her eyes on him, creating a crinkle he always teased her about. 

"Keefe, we've gone over this-"

"But I can't even build a simple crib!" he complained to her, crossing his arms. "How am I supposed to take care of a little child?"

"Just be you," she told him. "You've been doing such a great job these past few months, especially with the child's unexpected (not really) arrival."

He was silent for a bit before standing back up straight, taking himself away from her. Sophie watched as he reached for the tool box again, flipping the hammer in mid air and catching it back by the handle. Turning around, his signature smirk came to his lips.

Sophie didn't like it. 

"Keefe, is there something else you want to tell me?" she asked him, crossing her arms this time. 

Keefe kept his smirk. 

"Nope, now come help me read these blueprints-"

"Keefe," Sophie warned. 

"I'm fine, Soph, let it go," he told her, perking up as he raised his eyebrows. Sophie bit her lip, but nodded. He clearly didn't want to talk about it.

So, she let it go. 

She helped Keefe with the blueprints and they ended being able to get the cradle to look nice and be sturdy. Sophie put the last decorations on it, a few winding flower vines across the railing and Keefe painted the same design he had on the wall on either side of the rocking cradle.

"Team Foster-Keefe does it again!" Keefe said, holding u pa hand to Sophie. She softly smiled, wacking his hand, but her eyes wandered out the window. A small smirk came to her lips at the moon which was high in the sky. 

"It only took us all day," she said, holding back a few giggles. Keefe smiled. 

"We still did it, time doesn't matter," he told her, his grin proud. "But, I am-" he began, stretching both arms out with a yawn. 

Over exaggerated if Sophie did say so herself. 

"-exhausted, and you must be to, little mama," Keefe said, grinning as he took a step closer to her. He patted her growing stomach and Sophie let her cheeks warm. He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly and letting his lips linger for a moment. "Do you want me to carry you?" he whispered. Sophie closed her eyes and nodded, a yawn escaping her own lips. Keefe smiled softly, this time it was real. Sophie had began to be able to tell the difference. 

His real smile made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

He picked her up bridal style, littering kisses all over her face as he set her down on her large bed. He removed her socks from her feet, throwing them into the dirty clothes bin which had been filling up quicker ever since Keefe had 'officially' moved in. Then, he stripped her of her tunic and shorts, leaving her only in her undergarments. Then, he pulled the heavy blankets up to her chest, kissing her cheek again. Sophie heard the ruffling of clothes in front of her, most likely signalling he was also stripping his clothes. Then, the bed sunk on the opposite side of where she had been looking as her boyfriend climbed in behind her. 

His warm arm snaked around her waist and he pulled himself up against her back. 

"Goodnight Sophie," he whispered to her. Sophie softly smiled, nudging her head back so it rested on his chest. 

"Goodnight Keefe."

Nightmares haunted Keefe's dream that night. He couldn't get the image out of his head that he would turn out like his father. Ignorant, demanding, and stern. He imagined his own child growing up as he had. 

He woke up multiple times in cold sweat. 

Sophie seemed to be in a deep sleep so she never woke up. 

Keefe lay back in bed on his back, huffing out a frustrated for this was the third time tonight he had woken up. Only one and a half hours had passed by since they had gone to bed, yet he couldn't get any nice dreams. No matter how many times he thought of all the good times he had, those cold eyes of his father always came rushing back. 

Sliding out of bed, Keefe needed something to snap himself back into reality. 

His father had moved away when Keefe had moved to Havenfield. Keefe wasn't sure where, but he didn't want to know either. 

He was gone, that was the best part.

Yet his eyes never left his head.

Stepping onto the cold wood floors, he pulled on one of the sweatshirts he had bought when Sophie and him had took a beach trip a few months ago. He ruffled his hair from under the white hood, running his large hand over his facial features as he made his way into the hallway. He could heard Grady's loud snores coming from downstairs and he rolled his eyes. 

How could Edaline sleep?

He went the opposite way and towards the bathroom. He either needed to fall asleep or stay awake. 

His body didn't seem to want to choose.

Flipping on the light switch, he quietly closed the door behind him and turned to the mirror. He could tell he had lost weight in the past few months. Whether it was from stress or just the lack of time to eat, Keefe wasn't sure. He turned the sink handleson cold, rolled up his sleeves and quickly cupped the ice water, splashing it into his face. He spit into the sink, elaningon the bowl with his arms out stretched on either side of the porcelain. 

He needed more. 

His eyes darted around the room. Nothing here will bring you back to reality, he told him. You will never get away from those cold, hopeless eyes, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes landed on Sophie's razor. 

No.

Keefe's eyes darted down to his wrist for a moment, but he quickly squashed the idea, through it into the fire, threw the ashes into a box, mailed that box to himself and smashed it with a hammer.

No.

Just no. 

"Keefe?" a voice suddenly said from outside of the door. Keefe jumped, his eyes darting to the knob to make sure it was locked. "You okay in there?" Sophie asked. 

"Yep, just going to the bathroom, go back to sleep baby cakes," he told her, keeping his voice calm and smooth. 

"You'll be back, right?" Sophie asked him. Biting his lip, Keefe took a deep breath and reached for the handle. He opened the door to reveal Sophie where an identical sweatshirt o his own. White fabric with a sunset painting on the front in the shape of a square along with the beach name. 

It was in the same size he had as well.

"I'll walk you back," Keefe told her softly, flipping the light switch off. She reached a hand out to him and he twined his fingers with hers slowly. She then began walking, dragging him with her. 

"You need to sleep, I've heard you get up what seems like three times in the past hour," she told him. 

So she did notice. 

Keefe narrowed his eyes. 

"I thought you wouldn't notice," he mumbled as she opened the door to the bedroom. She pulled him in. 

"You aren't as subtle as you think," she told him with a sleepy smirk. She reached towards the bed, softly pressing on it just to make the mattress sink a bit. A large squeak followed. 

Yeeks, he must be really tired.

That or he was deaf.

"Oh," Keefe said, a small smile coming to his own sleepy lips. Sophie pulled his arm towards her and threw him onto the bed. Keefe face planted onto the mattress and mumbled a few annoyed words into the quilt.

"Now, sleep, you need it and so does your pregnant girlfriend," she told him. Keefe raised his head from the mattress to see Sophie climbing under the covers. He slowly got back to his feet, climbing in besides her. She turned away from him, but gestured with her hand for him to snuggle up behind her. Keefe softly smiled, turning towards his girlfriend to get in the same position they had been in only a few hours ago. 

He snuggled his face into the side of her neck, lips and nose pressed against her skin. 

"Soon to be wife," he couldn't help but mumbled as they both drifted of to sleep. 

Just out of curiosity, are you...

1) here for the smut

2) here for the plot

3) both.

Just so I can see if I need to be doing more of one.

I'm kinda tryin' do get out of the habit of just writing smut, but it's up to you guys.

Oh and thank you all so much for having patience with my disturbingly unpredictable posting schedule and leaving such kind comments on the last chapter!