Alpha Bloodlines

The Dinner

Malia sat on the countertop, grinding her teeth scratching her palm.
"Malia. You're doing it again." Scott sighed as he focused on the steamed veggies in front of him. Then moving to the pasta.
"Well I'm nervous. This is big." Malia graduated to biting her nails.
"It'll be fine. It's not like you're facing them alone.
I'm right here." Scott said.
"OK...did you invite your dad or is that not necessary?" Malia asked hopping down.
"Be careful...and he couldn't make it. He's swamped at work. Shocker. But I assume mom will pass on the message." Scott said.
"Sorry, Scott." Malia said.
"It's okay. I'm used to it."
Scott dipped the tip of the spoon in the empinada sauce.
"You shouldn't have to be."
Malia said softly.
"Taste this." Scott blew on the sauce before putting it in his palm for her to lick.
"More chilli powder.
So why exactly pasta and empinadas, guacamole and tuna casserole?" Malia asked.
"The pasta and veggies are for you. And anyone else who may want. Empinadas are for everyone but you. No idea what your dad eats so that's why I have the casserole as a back up." Scott explained.
"No empinadas for me?" Malia asked sadly.
"No." Scott tapped her nose.
"Just one?" Malia asked.
"Nope." Scott walked away.
"Eres un cabron." Malia muttered in Spanish.
"Sabes que me amas."
Scott responded.
Malia chuckled.
"Scott. What aren't you telling me?" Malia asked suddenly.
"What the hell?"
Scott asked surprised.
"You've been weirder than usual since I got shot.
And you took the bullet." Malia said, furrowed brow.
"It's not important." Scott said. Not looking at her.
"Please don't lie to me. That's what broke me and Stiles up.
And I don't want to lose you because of something stupid.
Now what aren't you telling me?" Malia asked again.
"Fine. I'll tell you. But not tonight. Let's deal with this first. Okay?" Scott asked.
"Fine." Malia said.
"Kiss me." Scott said caging her in against the counter.
"Don't tell me what to do." Malia said with a cute little smile before kissing him.
"Please! Not in the kitchen."
Melissa said disgusted as she entered the kitchen.
"Mom! You're here!"
Scott creaked.
"I live here. And you invited me to dinner, so yes.
Hi, Malia." Melissa said.
"Hello, Melissa." Malia waved.
"Mom, you can wait in the dining room until I'm finished. We're just waiting for Malia's dad...s to show up." Scott said. Melissa looked at her son like he was losing it before leaving the room.
"She knows!" Malia whispered. The front door swung open.
"No she doesn't. Calm down." Scott said. They could overhear Melissa asking what he was doing in her house.
Followed by Peter saying that he was just here for his daughter.
"Some people are so rude." Peter said entering the kitchen. "It smells amazing."
"Why did you invite him?"
Scott asked.
"I needed a neutral party.
Hey, Peter." Malia said.
"Goody." Scott said sarcastically.
"You are in no position to cop an attitude." Peter said.
"You're an asshole and it's my house." Scott folded his arms.
"But it's my daughter you knocked up." Peter reminded.
The doorbell rang just in time.
"Thank God." Malia breathed a sigh of relief. Scott walked away to get the door.
"Night Mr Tate. My mom is in the living room. You can wait with her if you want.
Dinner's almost done." Scott said being a hospitable host.
The awkwardness continued as the food continued to cook and Scott and Peter exchanged death glares.
It soon ended and Malia helped Scott set the table.

Dinner was served.
Awkward silences, eating with small talk inbetween.
Once everyone was done eating, Scott served out the Wine. Red. Malia pouted at her glass of Hawaiian punch.
"A toast! To...pregnancy..." Scott muttered.
"That's an...odd toast." Melissa said a bit confused.
"Not really. Malia is pregnant. With my baby. Cheers." Scott drank his wine in one go.
"What?!" Melissa and Henry asked in unison.
"What did I tell you?!" Melissa stood up and smacked Scott.
"Ow!" Scott yelled pained.
"I didn't...Malia I am so disappointed in you."
Henry scolded.
"Sorry, dad." Malia apologized. The overlapping yelling, scolding and threats(in English and Spanish) was working on Peter's nerves.
"Enough! Everyone just shut up! She's my daughter too.
Am I happy the little bastard besmirched my princess?
Hell no! But the deed is done and we can't go back in time and un-impregnate her so this is real. They are going to have to deal with it. And as...mostly responsible adults we need to help them." Peter Hale. Unlikely voice of reason ladies and gents.
"They're eighteen and making adult decisions. They're on their own with this one." Melissa said and Henry agreed. "I'm usually against but have you considered..."
"Not even an option. We made this baby. We're keeping it."
"Then what is your plan?" Henry asked annoyed.
"We talked it over and__"