Our Little Secret- Scalia [ COMPLETE]

Scott's PoV

9 months later

I wake up expecting to feel her body against mine, but it's not. I scoff at her empty bed, and climb out of bed and pull on my boxers, I walk downstairs, I can smell bacon. She is cooking eggs and bacon on her stove in her underwear, her back facing me, she hasn't seen me yet. I smile and run up to her, grab her waist and place my hand on her stomach bump.

"Nooo baby you're not supposed to be here I wanted to surprise you," she groans,

"I can leave if you want," I chuckle, kissing her neck, from behind.

"No..." she moans and turns round to gave me, I kiss her.

"You've burnt the eggs babe," I laugh,

"Fuck... I wanted to surprise you with a lovely bacon and eggs in bed and some-" I cut her off with my lips on hers,

"I love you so so much," I smile, "you don't need to do that for me,"

"I love you too," she turns off the stove, "should we get our own apartment?" She asks,

"I don't really wanna leave my mom, but... I guess whatever's right for the baby,"

"Then maybe we could move into yours? I don't know we'll only be at high school for half a semester so until then we'll need someone to look after the baby,"

"Yeah... yeah she'd love to look after a baby, let's do it, let's move into mine,"

"Okay," she laughs and kisses me, she suddenly falls forward and grabs onto her stomach,

"Baby you okay?" I gasp,

"Fuck," she cringes, "yeah I'm-" she roars in pain, "nope nope not fine not fine at all, get me to a hospital," she gasps, gripping onto my arm,

"Shit..." I run upstairs and grab my jeans, cost and Malia's dressing gown, I put her dressing gown over her shoulders, and pull on my jeans so I turn up at the hospital in my underwear.

I take her arm and bring her outside, I look at my motorbike and look back at her, "Scott... are you fucking kidding me?" She scoffs, breathlessly, "take my car!"

"Oh yeah..." I say, I run back inside, grab her keys off the sideboard and help her in the car, run round and sit in the drivers seat. I start the engine clumsily and pull out onto the road, "are you okay?" I ask in panic.

"Scott! Hospital! Now!" She pants, gripping onto her stomach,

"Right," I step on the pedal and rapidly drive to the hospital, I grab my coat and Malia's hand and race into the hospital. Luckily Mom is at the front desk, "MOM MOM!" I yell, she looks up at me, an eyebrow raised,

"Scott shouldn't you be at school? And where's your shirt?" She frowns,

"MALIAISGOININTOLABOR!"

"English please?"

I point dramatically at Malia who is bent over her hand on her stomach, still panting heavily,

She stands up out of her seat immediately, "Scott grab one of the wheelchairs now!" She orders, I run over to the stack of folded wheelchairs and unfold one and let Malia sit in it.

"It's gonna be alright babe," I say to her and grab her hand,

"John can you take over? I got this one," she calls back into the office behind her, she slams the door and runs out from behind the desk, "follow me!" She runs down the corridor and I follow her, wheeling Malia in front of me,

"Why are you being so secretive about this Mom?"

"She's a werecoyote!" Mom exclaims, "no one can see her healing this fast let alone the roaring or eyes, childbirth hurts like a bitch, it's likely to trigger her werecoyote," she opens one of the empty rooms and we all go in,

"That's true," Malia groans, opening her eyes to reveal they're glowing blue, we both help her onto the bed,

"Childbirth is a long process, okay? I'm gonna go back, get her into the hospital gown and call me as soon as the waters break okay?" Mom says,

"Okay," I echo, I take Malia's hand, and let the pain transfer from her body to mine, she sighs in relief and relaxes.

Several hours later, her water breaks, then several hours after that, she's crowning. Her roars echo round the hospital, I grab her hand tightly, absorbing all the pain I can, my mom yelling at her to push. Moments later, the baby is out. My mother had single handedly delivered the baby.

"It's a girl," she pants, wrapping the baby in cloth, tears start filling her eyes, "oh my god I'm a grandma and... she's so beautiful," she starts to cry, I take my child from her arms and look at her, she has brown hair, almond eyes and slightly tanned skin. I give her to Malia to hold and kneel down next to her in her bed. Malia gasps and cuddles her, tears streaming down her cheeks, "can we call her Kylie? After my sister?" She smiles at me,

"Of course," I kiss Kylie's forehead then Malia's, "how about we get Kylie home?"