Single dad!Scott Teacher!Allison

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Scott's been a single dad since the beginning, his girlfriend having left him when she found out she was pregnant, then signing over all parental right's over their son, Stiles, when he was born. One day when he's picking Stiles up from school, he meets Ms. Argent, Stiles' super awesome 3rd grade teacher and he's hooked instantly.
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Scott sighed as he walked up to the doors of the school. He was a little early so he decided to pick Stiles up from his classroom today. He had just gotten down the hallway to Stiles' classroom when the bell rang, he thanked god that he didn't have to stay that long. All of the creepy single soccer mom's always hit on him and asked him over for dinner, to which he kindly declined. Lydia Martin, however, helped him fight them off most of the time, claiming that he had dinner at her place, he didn't need them to cook for him when he had such a kind and generous neighbor. Scott walked up to the classroom that he knew by heart was Stiles and was shocked when someone ran into his legs. He looked down and smiled when he saw it was only Lydia's son Isaac.

"Hello Isaac, is Stiles coming?" He asked. Once Isaac had realised it was him, he smiled and wrapped his tiny arm's around Scott's legs and hugged him tight.

"Yeah, he's just talking to Ms. A." Isaac said before spotting his mother and rushing off. Scott sighed, Stiles was a talker, if he didn't go in now he'd be here for day's, and he had dinner plan's with his mom that he couldn't be late for, and Stiles still needed a bath, had to do his homework, and get changed into something nice. He walked in and saw Stiles with his batman backpack on smiling at the lady with long black hair who was squatting in front of him. She turned when she heard him walk in.

"Hello." She smiled. Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her over.

"Ms. A, this is my dad!" Stiles exclaimed excitedly. His teacher smiled down at him. She looked back up and held out her hand.

"Allison Argent, I've heard many great thing's about you from Stiles." She laughed. Scott was in awe as he reached for her hand. This woman was beautiful, and he hadn't liked anybody since Stiles' mom.

"Scott McCall, but you probably already knew that." He said, a small blush dusting over the top of his cheek bones. Allison only smiled wider.

"Yeah, but Stiles calls you dad so technically I only Knew your last name." She nodded, a blush forming on her cheeks as well. They both stared at each other for a moment before Stiles got impatient and yanked on Scott's hand.

"Dad, I wanna go home." Stiles whined. Scott smiled apologetically at Allison saying they had to go and he would see her around. Allison had smiled and said the same.

They ended up being late for dinner that night.

When Scott saw Allison again it wasn't at the elementary school, no, but the supermarket. He and Stiles were out buying groceries because he had put it off the last two day's and two growing men could only live on frozen food for so long, or so his mother had said, he and Stiles didn't mind pizza rolls for dinner every night. They were walking in the produce section when Stiles yelled in excitement.

"Ms. A!" He exclaimed before running off away from Scott and to his teacher. She squatted down and opened her arm's for a hug.

"Hello Stiles, what are you doing here?" She asked feigning surprise. Stiles smiled and laughed.

"We're shopping!" He said in a duh tone. By then Scott had caught up with them.

"Stiles, what have I said about running off like that?" Scott asked in a warning tone. Stiles looked up sheepishly.

"Not to. I'm sorry daddy." Stiles said as he grabbed Scott's hand again. Scott sighed.

"Its alright buddy, don't do it again." Scott said. Stiles nodded vigorously. Scott looked up and realised that Allison was watching them with a smile. Scott now felt really under dressed in his black wife beater and gray sweats. He cleared his throat before smiling at her. "Hello Allison." He nodded. Allison smiled wider.

"Hello Scott." She said in the same tone. He blushed and looked back down at Stiles.

"Buddy we have to keep shopping, tell Allison bye." He said. Stiles let go of his hand and rushed over to Allison and hugged her. "Allison, we'll see you around." Scott smiled.

"Definitely." Allison said as she handed him a slip of paper before walking away. It said 'call me' in Allison's curly cursive with her number below it. Scott smiled before finishing his shopping. He was really glad Stiles already liked his teacher, they might end up seeing a lot of her in the near future.

·~·1 YEAR·~·

Scott walked into the school, it was already a month into the new school year and Stiles loved 4th grade. He walked down the hallway to a familiar classroom and smiled as he watched new kid's rush out. Once the room was completely cleared out he walked in and saw his girlfriend and son sitting at her desk talking.

"But mom, I had that yesterday! Can't I have something else in my lunch tomorrow?" Stiles whined. Allison smiled at him.

"Like what?" She asked.

"I don't know? Maybe, like, a pudding cup and a cookie? Jackson had two cookies today." Stiles sighed. Allison laughed.

"We'll see." She said as she stood up and kissed his forehead before pulling him off his desk and letting him run to Scott. Stiles hugged him tight as he rambled on about his day and how the new girl in his class, ("Her name's Malia dad.") had talked to him today. Scott let him go read his library book while he walked up to Allison.

"Ready to go love?" He asked as he watched Allison sort through papers on her desk. Allison grabbed a few thing's that needed to be graded before standing up and kissing him.

"Always." She smiled as she grabbed his hand. Stiles ran up and grabbed Scott's hand as well before rambling on about the new girl, ("Malia, dad!") again. Scott smiled, he loved his son and his girlfriend. Maybe even enough to marry her one day.

We'll see, he thought to himself as they made their way home.

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