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018, perishable

season 4
episode: 9

BLAKE
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Malia and I sit at the dinner table as we wait for my mom to come home from her shift. The ticking of the clock on the wall seems louder than usual, and every second feels like it's dragging us closer to the conversation.

Malia shifts uncomfortably in her seat, glancing at me with furrowed brows. "How exactly are we supposed to tell her?" she asks.

I exhale, rubbing my hands over my face. "I don't know," I admit.

"Are you going to tell her about Peter too?" Malia presses, her tone blunt as usual.

"I don't know," I repeat, feeling the panic bubbling up inside me.

Malia lets out an exasperated huff. "Blake, maybe it would help if you were a little prepared for this conversation. You can't just wing it."

I shoot her a glare. "Well, I'm sorry that I haven't exactly had time to tell my mother that I have a twin and that Peter Hale is my biological father when I've been too busy trying not to die for the past few weeks!" I snap, my voice louder than I intended.

"What?" A voice cuts through.

I freeze, my heart dropping into my stomach as I turn to look at the kitchen entrance. There, standing wide eyed with shock, is my mom. Her hand is still on the doorknob, like she hadn't even fully stepped into the house before overhearing that bombshell.

Malia raises a brow and gives a casual shrug as if this whole situation isn't as earth-shattering as it feels.

I let out a long sigh, running a hand down my face in defeat. "Mom," I begin, my voice softer now, "there's some things we need to tell you."

My mom's eyes narrow, confusion and worry flickering in her gaze as she slowly steps further into the kitchen.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Mom asks, her voice soft but hurt.

I shift uncomfortably, glancing down at my hands. "I didn't know how to bring it up," I admit, my words coming out quieter than I expected. "And... I've been a little preoccupied with other things."

Mom nods, her eyes flicking between me and Malia. There's an understanding in her gaze, like she's been waiting for this moment even if she didn't know exactly what was coming. "I knew something was weighing on you for a while," she says gently. "I'm sorry you felt like you had to deal with it on your own."

I look away, my eyes tracing the familiar grooves in the wooden table.

I wasn't alone.

Stiles was there. He helped me with everything with Malia, even when it wasn't easy for him.