Mama Hale -A Derek Hale Fanfiction ~~REWRITE~~

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The juices are flowing, people, and I am churning out as much as I can. That being said, I want to give a huge thank you to markers0_0 and thywhoeatstie-pods for helping me figure out a huge part of this chapter in my Wattpad Discord. There's a bunch of other amazing people in there who have helped me sort through and figure out a bunch of information and scenes and all kinds of things for my stories, but these 2 helped me with what's going to be a new really important part of this story.

As always, the Discord is open to anybody to join for any reason, with the link at the bottom of every new chapter and in my bio.

Thank you again, and I'll see you all in the next chapter. :)

(3rd P.O.V)

The next day after classes are over, most people, Lyrica and several other teachers included, join a large percentage of the student body outside on the lacrosse field to watch tryouts. Lyrica is making small talk with the English teacher next to her as she watches Isaac pull on his gear on the bench while Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall talk near him.

"So how far along are you?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Lyrica gapes, turning to look the older male in the eye.

"I asked how far along you are. I mean, if you're married already at 21, there's got to be some reason statistically-"

"That reason would be love." She deadpans. "And I don't know why you think it would be appropriate in any way to ask that or make that accusation to your coworker, especially to her face."

"I was just making an educated guess, Lyr-"

"Enough." She cuts him off with an annoyed grin. "I'm sure you'd love to continue this little chat, but I'm honestly past done with it, so goodbye."

She stands and walks away from the man, choosing instead to sit with the band/music teacher.

"I see you had the misfortune of speaking to Todd." He chuckles. (As per usual, don't know the English teacher's name so we're just making one up.)

"Is he always that big of an ass?" Lyrica chuckles, watching as the boys on the field all surround Coach.

"Oh no, he's usually much worse. It's probably best to just steer clear of him. He loves to put others down for their own life choices."

"You say that like you know from experience."

"He acted the same way with me when I first started here. I married my wife at 18. I was joining the Air Force and didn't want to be separated from her, so we got married. We had only been dating for a year, but we knew we loved each other. Going on 15 years later, we're still happy as can be and kid-free. You remind me a lot of me, Lyrica. I think we're gonna be good friends."

"I think so too, Sam." (Once again, don't know the name, so we making one up.)

The two fall into a comfortable silence and watch as the tryouts officially start. Lyrica's eyes bounce between Isaac, Scott, and Stiles, the latter anxiously sitting on the bench and chewing his glove. She chuckles at his actions, but then he shifts in the slightest and her heart stops, seeing an eerily familiar mark on the back of his neck.

----Flashback----

Lyrica Wisconsin is sitting and playing in her bedroom with her little brother, the boy being nearly 2 years old with the girl being 11. She grins as he giggles and waves his dolls around, completely unaware of the screaming match happening out in the main area of the house.