(stalia) the night that changed everything

decisions. decisions.

Malia's PoV a few days later.

As I restlessly fidgeted in the living room chair, I looked over to my dad, Henry who was busy doing some obsessive cleaning. Dusting over the same picture frames that he has already dusted over 4 times.
" She arrives today, Aisha finally arrives today." I said. He nodded.
"this is not a good idea, I've seen her work, and what it sometimes cost. Malia, please change your mind." Peter said in a pleading voice.
"No, I want him back. I'm going to get him back no matter what." I said blankly.
"Okay, what if you bring him back and it cost your life? Do you think he's just going to let you die? Malia, He's not. He's going to do the same thing to save you." Peter said shifting his body on the couch so now his was studying me intensely with his elbows on his knees.
"What if I can save him and we both live?" I said.

"But for how long? Her magic comes with a price that has to be paid." Peter said. I tapped my foot anxiously.
"Okay STOP! This is depressing. Peter, it doesn't matter what you say she's your daughter, she's stubborn just like you. If we can save them both, we will. Right!?" Henry said in a voice that was a little bold for his usually timid personality.
"Of course. I'll do anything to make sure malia's safe." Peter said looking from me to Henry then back to me and smiled sincerely. "And she's our daughter" Peter said passionately and Henry sighed. I eyed them both suspiciously, but blew it off when I heard, long before the door bell
chimed, foot steps outside our door. I cocked my ear in the direction of the foot steps, the swishing of silk against skin, a heart beat that was abnormally slow, and humming as thick and smooth as honey. Peters smile grew wide as he stood and opened the door. Curiously I followed.
"Ahh Peter, you and your werewolf hearing. Its hard surprising you." Aisha said hugging Peter and kissing both sides of his face. Peter was right, she was stunning in her violet, very deep "v" cut flowing sundress.

"Aisha, the fact that you even came is surprise enough." He said pulling back from her to look at her again. "Will you ever stop being so beautiful?" He said
"Sweetheart, Not even in death" she said smiling brilliantly. Peter offered his hand and she took it, he raised her hand to the sky and her soft skin sparkled as if little diamonds took refuge in the crevices of her skin, in the sunlight. Her dress flowed out from her legs to float momentarily in the air, until twisting tightly against her fit thighs And wide hips as she stopped spinning. Henry cleared his throat, interrupting their reunion. Aisha seemed to acknowledge our existence and included us in her smile.

"This is Your daughter and, um, co-parent?" Aisha asked while looping her arm with Peters.
"Yeah, my bullheaded daughter malia and her adoptive father Henry." Peter said smirking wittily at us. I mocked smiled back.

"Like father, like daughter. Pops." I said and Aisha laughed.
"Right you are, mwezi binti." She said.
"Huh?" I said confused.
"Moon daughter." Peter answered coolly.
"And since when did you start speaking Swahili, eh?" Aisha asked.
"Ah I just picked up a few things from that time I visited you." Peter said squeezing Aisha's hand softly. She shook her head clearly impressed by his efforts to learn pieces of her language. I fidgeted from foot to foot.
"Mwezi binti is an impatient one." Aisha said noticing me basically hopping on the door step.
"Yeah, we were a bit... eager to meet you." Henry explained.
"I understand your situation." She said reaching a free hand out to caress my face from temple to chin. "So much loss and pain, but there's strength, sweet Mwezi binti."
"I'm ready to bring him back." I said and she simply nodded and said.
"Okay.".

****
Stiles PoV.
My mom and I walk through the lush green field of our heaven; the flashes of our past played in The fall blue sky. My mother walked me over to a wooden bench painted red in the middle of the field.
"Have a seat, and tell me what's bothering you, sweety." My mom said as she sat down on the bench.
"I...I need to find a way to get back home." I said sitting next to her. She took my hand in hers.
"Stiles, you're going to have to leave that world behind. You belong here, with me now. This is your home." She said smiling
"But-"
"No 'buts' if there was a way back I would have came back to my beautiful baby boy and my husband, I would have came back to MY life, MY happiness, instead of being here," she said waving a hand unimpressed by The mystique glamour of our heaven. "In this plastic world."

"But dad needs me, I don't know what he'll do without me."

"He has two great women to take care of him, Melissa and malia will help him through this time of grief." She said proudly. "I've been watching over you all, and I'm very happy your father moved on with an amazing woman like her." She said looking up to the sun setting sky. In The Fuchsia sky memories of Melissa and my dad played. Melissa laughed as John made some corny joke. John coming home from a long day at work and Melissa sitting and discussing about their day. John comforting and grieving with Melissa when Scott died. Melissa being there for my dad and I when my mom died, and my father being by Melissa's side when she kicked Scott's drunk of a father out. "She's a very strong woman."
"She is," I say
"You see? You have to let them move on." She said
"You're right, mom." I said. Watching memories of malia and I on one of our many dates...
****
One week later. Its the night of a full moon.
Malia's PoV.

"Malia are you ready?" Aisha asked.
"Ready to dig up my dead boyfriend? Well." I said balancing the handle of the shovel in my hands.
"Malia you can still back out of this, you can let him rest in peace. You do not have to do this." Peter said looking over stiles' grave. "He love's you, but he doesn't belong here anymore. You need to let him go." He said rubbing my arm.
"You just have to remember the good times with him, and know that he would want you to move on, and be happy again with someone else." Henry added "if you really love him you'll leave him in peace."

"You should listen to your dads mwezi binti. This is some powerful magic you're dealing with, and it might not turn out the way you intended." Aisha said, her hand gliding across the top of stiles' the head stone.
"I-I want-"

A/N this is where things get tricky. What would you like to see happen next? Should they bring him back or should malia move on? If you want her to move then with who? It has to be a guy though, in this story i wanna keep malia straight. The winning choice will be posted in a few days. Thanks for reading commenting and voting :) <3 y'all don't know how much I appreciate it.