In which, Stiles Stillinski wonders why Peter Hale sounded like he was leaving something out when he was telling the story of why a werewolf's eyes were blue. So Cora Hale tells him the story of Peter Hale and Camille King-Hale.
Or...
In which Camil...
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A nearly nine month pregnant Camille Hale was in her closet looking for her maternity shirt when she feels a contraction. She been having them all day but not close enough to where her water would break, but right now they were getting closer.
The blonde groaned settling out of her closet griping the door frame with her other hand placed under her stomach.
Peter walked into the room and notices his wife position walking towards her. "Are you alright" he questions grabbing her hand from the door frame.
Camille chuckles dryly nodding her head "yeah, but baby Hale number four and five are putting up a big fight... they don't wanna come out" the blonde groaned in frustration. "This is your fault... you just had to get me pregnant!"
Peter rolls his eyes knowing his mate will be fine once she has the babies, she was like this when she was pregnant with Florence and he knew it was just a faze "let's go to bed you can yell at me while we're laying down."
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In the middle of the night Camille was still laying awake due to her contractions getting closer.
She set up from her husbands arms standing up and walking down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen she saw her eldest daughter, Malia.
Malia had been staying at the King house in a spare bedroom still not being able to control the shift. Peter, the King pack (not including Cami), and Scott's pack were teaching her how to use her wolf abilities. She was learning but still needed more time. She was also still learning about being human again with the help of Cami, her sisters, her aunts, and her friends.
The brunette is currently raiding to fridge looking for something appealing to her when she finds donuts. She grins to herself and takes the box and sets it on the kitchen island. When she hears a noise she jumps but notices her mother walking through the doorway "you scared me to death" Malia practically shouts.
The blonde rolls her eyes "shhhh... everyone's asleep, except us and the boys" Camille trails off. "They're practically ready to come out except they can't decide when" Cami whisper shouts grabbing a donut from the box on the island.
"I think they're gonna be here tomorrow..." Malia trails off.
"Well I hope you are right... my contractions are extremely close so I think my water will break any hour now" Camille informs her daughter.
Malia blinks confused "ummm... I don't know what any of that means..."
Camille nods swallowing the last of her donut "contractions get you ready for birth so then being closer means my water can break any minute now."
Mal nods sort of understanding what her mother was saying.
"Well I'm going back to bed goodnight Mal" Cami stated.
