Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 47

Previously on

Stiles is a Mikaelson

Damon's Pov

With that, we were discharged.

As we walked out, Cayley still clinging to me, I caught Stiles' eye.

"We're gonna get through this," I murmured.

Stiles exhaled, then nodded. "Yeah. We will."

Because no matter what, we'd fight like hell to keep our little girl safe.

Damon's Pov

The drive home was quiet, the tension in the car thick enough to choke on. Cayley sat in her toddler seat in the back, her tiny body slumped, her head resting against the cushioned side as she dozed fitfully. Every few minutes, she let out a soft whimper, shifting uncomfortably, her body still burning with fever.

Stiles kept glancing back at her in the rearview mirror, his fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel. The rhythmic motion was one of his nervous tics, a dead giveaway that his mind was racing a mile a minute.

I reached over and rested a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. "She's okay, Stiles."

His jaw tightened, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. "I know," he muttered. "It's just... she looks so small back there. So—"

"Fragile," I finished for him. Because I felt it too.

Cayley was our little firecracker, always twirling, dancing, and making her presence known in any room she entered. Seeing her like this—weak, exhausted, her body barely able to fight back—made something heavy settle deep in my chest.

Stiles swallowed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I hate this. I hate not knowing what's wrong."

"She'll be okay," I said again, my voice softer this time.

He nodded but didn't look convinced.

Neither was I.

The hospital had ruled out anything serious for now, but that didn't mean the gnawing fear had gone away. Her little body was working overtime to fight whatever virus she had, and it didn't sit well with me that there wasn't more we could do.

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes later, the porch light casting long shadows across the front yard. Stiles cut the engine, and for a moment, we just sat there in the quiet, neither of us moving.

Then Cayley let out a soft whimper, her lips parting as she murmured, "Mommy... Daddy..."

That was all it took to get me moving.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and was out of the car in an instant, opening the back door and carefully undoing the straps of her car seat. Her skin was still far too warm, her little body limp as I lifted her into my arms. She barely stirred, her head pressing against my chest.

"I got her," I murmured, though Stiles was already hovering close.

His fingers brushed her forehead, his eyes scanning her face like he was memorizing every little detail. "She's still so warm."

"I know."

Together, we made our way inside.

John had texted to check in, saying that Henry and Asher were doing fine, watching cartoons and eating snacks, blissfully unaware of how much Stiles and I had been panicking the entire time we were gone. It was a relief knowing they were okay, but I still wished we could have all been under the same roof.