~Endless love~ <3

~What Does This Mean? ~

{Narrator P.O.V.}

Malia looked at her boyfriend with much confusion. She saw the look on Scott's face and realized something was up.

At that moment she grabbed Scott by his arm and pulled him aside.

"Okay, what's going on? Is he joking?" She asked.

"Uhh... Malia I don't know how to say this, but-" he began.

"Just spit it out...I can handle it." She said.

He took a deep breath and spoke.

"He asked me last night to take the memory of everything involving Earl Fleming."

"And? Did you do it?" She asked.

"Well... sorta. I took the memory and I might have taken some more....inc- incuding that you two are together. " He said uncertain.

"WHAT!?! No that's can't be true. I'm his fiancé, We have a child! How could this happen?!" She shouted in a distraught manner.

Malia began to hold her stomach and cry. Scott pulled her in a hug.

"I'll have him back to normal, I promise." Said Scott as he comforted her.

"Please Scott, I don't want him to not know who I am, or worse our own daughter." She said as she calmed down.

"I know, I'll do whatever I can to get his memories back." He replied.

"Meanwhile, you stay here and try to see if you speed up the process."he said before running off to see Derek.

Malia walked up to Stiles and the Sheriff.

"So you really don't know who I am?" Asked Malia.

"No clue..... am I supposed to?" He said apologetically.

Malia looked down to her feet, saddened by his answer.

"Wait.... you're that girl we rescued from the woods." He began " Malia right?"

She smiled that he still remembered something about her, even something as little as that.

Sheriff Stilinski took us inside. Chance was in her walker rolling around, and she happened to roll to her daddy.

She lifted her arms up signaling that she wanted him to carry her.

"Oh my gosh...she is so adorable. " Stiles spoke. "What's your name gorgeous?" He

"Chance" answered Malia.

"Well that's cute." He commented.

"Chance Stilinski" Added Malia.

"What?" She said with a confused look on his face.

"She's your daughter, our daughter. " said Malia softly.

He began to softly tear up.

"You're my daughter?" He looked at Chance and held her closer to him.

Sheriff took their daughter to a different room so they can talk.

"Why can't I remember anything about you or our kid?" He asked.

"Well, you were kidnapped recently by a man and it was pretty traumatic for you." Malia began

"and you asked Scott to take the memory of him away, and in the process he took other memories. " she explained.

"Incuding the ones with you and Chance..." he said in realization.

He held his head in his hands in remorse.