(Keith's Perspective.)
"Are you okay?"
I groan.
"This is horrible."
"If you need anything, I'm here."
I glare at him.
"I need this child you put in me to stop kicking."
He doesn't answer and slowly backs away.
"I can go."
"No!"
He freezes and doesn't take his eyes off me.
"Don't leave."
I plead.
"Wait- are you crying?"
I rub at my eyes.
"I don't know!"
I break down into tears.
"I have hormones!"
I shout.
"Keith..."
He walks over and wraps his arms around me.
"I'm here. I'm not leaving."