Anytime Foster I'm Always Here

-He Truly is the Best Boyfriend-

A/N: "Until I Found Her" Cover by Atlantic Lights *Again something chill for the chapter.*

Keefe's POV: 

We arrived at their house, and I carefully unbuckled Foster before lifting her into my arms. She barely stirred as I carried her inside, her breathing steady, her body limp with exhaustion. I took her upstairs and gently laid her on her bed, her peaceful expression unchanged. Kneeling beside her, I removed her shoes and placed them neatly by the bedside, then tucked her in under the blankets, ensuring she was snug and comfortable. I set Ella beside her before turning off the lights and drawing the curtains, casting the room into quiet dimness. With a final glance at her sleeping form, I stepped out, closing the door softly behind me.

Downstairs, Edaline met me with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Keefe. Well, I'm off to work. Della got you excused from school, so you're good to stay here. You're more than welcome to just relax—call if you need anything. Oh, and there's some Mallowmelt in the kitchen if you're interested."

I barely held back a triumphant grin. "Yes!" I whispered under my breath before responding, "No problem."

She gave me a nod before heading out, and I decided to take the opportunity to just unwind while Foster rested. I turned on the TV, keeping the volume low as I scrolled through the options. Eventually, I settled on How to Train Your Dragon, but before pressing play, I detoured to the kitchen for some Mallowmelt.

(Two of my favorite HTTYD scenes—skip to 1:12 in the first vid.)

With the chocolatey dessert in hand, I sank into the couch, letting myself relax as Sophie rested upstairs. I couldn't understand why she'd even attempted to go to school today, but at least now she was getting the rest she needed. That was the priority—getting her back on her feet. And until she needed me, I'd be here.

—Time skip: A couple of hours later—

Sophie's POV:

I woke up in my room.

Wait. How did I get here?

The last thing I remember was being at school—standing in the hallway, feeling awful—then catching a glimpse of Keefe's concerned face before everything blurred.

I must've been brought home to rest, which, honestly, I'm not complaining about. I still feel terrible, but at least I'm where I wanted to be in the first place.

Slowly, I sit up, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. My stomach growls, but the thought of eating? Not appealing. Still, I know I need something in me if I'm going to take ibuprofen. Clutching Ella and wrapping myself in a blanket, I carefully make my way downstairs in search of something simple to eat.

As I descend, I hear the soft hum of the TV.

Huh. That's odd.

Both my parents are working, so it wouldn't make sense for them to be watching something right now. Unless one of them took off work to keep an eye on me? Maybe?

I don't have to wonder much longer—turning the corner, I spot Keefe sprawled across the couch, Mallowmelt in hand, watching Phineas and Ferb.

A weak smile tugs at my lips.