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BABY STALIA

You know when the day feels weird?

From the moment Stiles woke up, he felt as if something was off. It shouldn't be. He had his beautiful girl in his arms, his father was fine, his friends were fine, no death trap around the corner.

Yet, the odd feeling haunted him.

-X-

By third period, Mr. Yukimura class, there was a knock on the door. It was Malia, with her backpack.

"Can I talk with Stiles for a second?" she asked and the whole class turned to look at him. Mr. Yukimura allowed and he quickly went outside.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong? Are you sick again?" he blurted out, but Malia just smiled.

"I'm fine, relax!" she assured. "In fact…" she thought about it for a second. "I don't feel that good in weeks. I'm rested." She looked at him. "I'm fine."

He pushed away the thought of how she probably spent a lot of time uncomfortable. A lot of the time they were together. It wasn't what bothered him and she sounded so light, so happy.

"What's going on, then?"

"I'm going home." Malia pointed her backpack.

"Why?"

She shrugged.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Stiles." Malia put a hand on his chest over his heart. "Calm down. I just have a few things to do, I need to get it done and I know you have lacrosse today, so I figured a way to leave early. It's important, you'll see. And it's nothing to worry about. I'll see you later."

He hesitated, looked back at Scott, who was paying attention and Kira smiled, and then he looked back at Malia.

"How are you gonna go?"

"I'll take the bus, don't worry."

"If you feel something, anything, call me."

"All right."

She leaned closer, resting her forehead on his chin, catching his scent, her hand still over his heart.

"Everything will be fine." She whispered. He believed her.

When he got home, she wasn't there. None of her things were on the closet, her suitcase was gone. He didn't notice the pink and blue papers in his desk, some already on the walls as if she was preparing some kind of commemoration. He noticed the void she left and the "I love you. M" written in lipstick on his mirror.

Confused, in his bed, he dialed her number over and over, always getting to the same thing.

Hi, it's Malia! Leave a message.

Where are you? Come back.

Malia had everything ready. Almost. In her mind. She knew exactly how she'd tell him and was very ready for his reaction. So when she got home, after stopping to buy a couple of things, she started to prepare the room. She wanted to do a mosaic with their photos and since she didn't know if the baby was a boy or a girl, she'd use pink and blue paper to color the mosaic.

She had just started to cut the forms when someone knocked insistently on the front door. Derek scent was strong with anxiety and fear, so she rushed to see what he wanted.

As soon as she opened the door, he got in, walking straight to Stiles room.

"Do you have a suitcase?" he asked. Malia followed him.

"Yes. Is the red one. Why do you need my suitcase?"

"It's not for me." He opened the closet and grabbed the suitcase from the top shelf, putting it on the bed. She frowned.