Life Forces Us

Life Forces Us: Chapter #4

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Past

Stiles wakes to a loud knocking on his door. "Tal? You never knock. Come on in."

Talia bursts through the door and runs over to the side of his bed with a grin on her face, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Guess what, Misch?" Stiles raises an eyebrow. "I'm pregnant!" she screams excitedly shoving the pregnancy test at him. 

Stiles sits up and looks at the positive test. "What did Nate say?" Stiles is beyond happy for his best friend. She's wanted to be a mother for so long.

"He doesn't know yet," Talia admitted quietly. "You're the first person I wanted to tell."

A grin forms on Stiles's face and a part of him for just a moment wishes that he was the baby's father. Just so he could experience it once in his life. He looks at her before pulling her into a warm embrace. "I'm so excited for you Tal. You're going to be an amazing mom."

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Past

Stiles hurries to the grocery store at 2 am for Talia's pregnancy cravings. Stiles knows he should probably let Nate do it but Stiles feels an obligation to the child on an instinctual level, but he doesn't know why. Still Nate and Talia are grateful for the help. He brings the groceries home and takes one of the pregnancy concoctions upstairs after cooking it. He knocks softly. "Tal?"

"Misch!" she cries out excitedly.

Stiles chuckles and walks in bringing her a bowl of mashed potatoes with Dorothy lynch dressing. The smile that breaks out on her face is worth the burn on his arm.

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Past

Stiles is a guest and has been for almost six years. He wants to do more than just cook and that's what leads to him taking over the household chores. Nate is still absent in a lot of ways and Stiles doesn't understand why. He makes a mental note to ask Talia why later.

After he finishes folding clothes and putting them away he wanders towards the study only to pause when he hears Talia speaking. He leans against the doorway crossing his arms as a fond smile forms on his face. Talia has a book out and is reading to her baby. 

Stiles doesn't know how long he stands there but is brought out of his trance by the sound of Talia saying his name. "Misch?"

Stiles blinks and smiles. "Hm?"

Talia chews on her bottom lip but keeps her gaze on Stiles. "I need you to do me a favor."

"Okay. What's the favor?"

"I think that Nate might be—" she huffs, annoyed but Stiles can see the fear in her eyes. "—I need to know if he even wants this baby. He's never here. I'm left with just you. Which is amazing and I love you for it. I just—I need to know."

Stiles nods. "I'll take care of it." He waits until Talia turns her attention back to the book as she resumes reading to her baby before heading out into the night to find Nate.

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Past

Stiles pushes Nate back against the alley wall and hisses. "What the fuck are you doing?" He allows his claws to unsheathe, barely pricking the man's throat. "Your wife is at home carrying your child and you have the audacity to come here and fuck some blonde bimbo instead of bucking the fuck up to take care of your wife and child!"