Stiles jumped back. He just couldn't work out how any of this added up.
"I'm four months pregnant Stiles..." Malia mumbled, her head still hanging towards the ground.
"F-four months?! Wait, so you're having our baby in five months time?" Stiles voice went up about three octaves.
Malia nodded, looking up briefly but in enough time to see Lydia, Scott and Kira's shocked and concerned expressions.
"I'm really sorry" Malia whispered to Stiles, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Don't say that, you don't have to apologise" Stiles grabbed her hand but let go straight away, remembering they weren't together anymore.
Lydia had a million thoughts going through her mind. If Malia was four months pregnant, then that means Malia and Stiles were 'together' on the night she killed her mother.
Malia left town a week after that, so that means Lydia got with Stiles seven whole days after Malia. No wonder she was mad.
"I don't know what I'm going to do." Malia's voice was shaking with the pressure of tears about to spill.
Scott raced forward and embraced Malia. "For a start, you are not going to cry 'cause that's awkward. Secondly, you are going to be strong and lastly, you are going to have this baby and be the best mother ever."
"Scott.. I'm eighteen. And I'm a werecoyote who was living in the woods for eight years. What do I know about parenting?" The reality quickly hit Scott too, "and my own mom tried to kill me. What if I try and do the same to my kid?" Malia continued.
"But you aren't going to, and I'm gonna be here. We can learn how to be parents together" Stiles looked at Malia properly for the first time since she'd came back.
"No, I'm not about to ruin your life with a baby, especially since we aren't together." Malia meant this innocently, but Stiles expression went blank and she'd realised she had hurt him.
"A baby would never ruin my life, especially not yours." Malia thought Stiles was about to kiss her. She felt a lurch in her stomach and raced through to the bathroom.
"Must be morning sickness" Stiles tried to shrug it off.
"It's eleven at night, she just panicked, I could tell by her heartbeat" Scott explained.
"You werewolves and your senses... It still confuses me." Stiles picked himself up from the bed and went downstairs.
When Malia returned from the bathroom, she was still wincing in pain. Blood had seeped through her thin t-shirt, prompting Scott to offer her one of his.
"Just think, you'll be able to fit properly into this in a couple months time," Scott tried to joke, looking at the shirt hanging over Malia's shoulders; practically drowning her.
She shot him a blank look back. "Uh, not the time is it?" Scott rubbed the back of his head and backed off hesitantly.
"Malia... Please tell me, who or what did this to you" Scott sat down with Malia on the bed as Lydia dressed her up in bandages.
"I told you, a really long tree branch" Malia stuck with her original answer.
"No, Mal. That's not a tree branch." Scott carefully traced his fingers over the material covering the cut. "Can't I take your pain?"
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Dangerously//Stalia
Fanfiction*Teen Wolf* Malia's mother, the Desert Wolf, was dead. That was the last time Stiles and his former girlfriend Malia had been in the same room. After being away from school for summer break, they are reunited a week before school starts, but will...
