Not Fragile

They're Here/ Not My Kids

Jackson POV

Stiles's eyes flashed dark blue before he passed out. The quads were coming. I picked him up and carried him up the stairs. It would take took long to get him to the hospital. "Everything will be alright Stiles. Could you stop crushing my hand ?", I said trying to soothe his nerves. It didn't work. They babies were coming. They weren't wasting any time either. Derek had closed the door while he helped Stiles deliver the quads. 

Before I knew it all four babies were born. "What will you name them ?", Lydia asked cooing at Stiles and the babies. "The one on the far left is Wesley Stiles Jr, Next is Steven, After him is Parker, and lastly my darling boy Ren." Lydia then began to coo at all the babies and started rotating holding each of the babies.  Stiles looked so Maternal. It actually frightened me. 

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Stiles POV

It's was the quads 13 birthday and Jackson was nowhere to be found. So I tried calling him. "Hey Jackson. It's me again. You know ? Stiles. It's your sons 13th birthday today. Where are you ?", that was the last voicemail I left him. Scott and the others had just arrived. Scott looked severely miserable. It's been 3 months since Kira dumped him for Allison. I was trying to get a hold on Jackson still when Parker walked up to me. "Mom ? Can you help me fix my hair ?", he said looking at me with puppy dog eyes. I chuckled and rubbed my hands through his hair giving it a cool disheveled look. "Thanks Mom !", Parker yelled heading back over to his older brothers. 

An hour passed and soon Jackson appeared. "Where have you been ? You almost completely missed you children's 13th birthday !", I yelled as my eyes flashed red. Jackson scoffed and looked at our boy before turning back to look at me. "You seriously don't see it ? They were never my children ! They all look like a cross between you and Scott !! So don't make it seem like I'm responsible for them." I looked and my sons seeing tears welded up in their eyes. Scott offered to stand with them and that's when I noticed. Thy all did slightly look like Scott. "PACK UP YOUR SHIT AND LEAVE ! EVERYONE JUST LEAVE !" I slumped to the ground and that's when my sons huddled with me. Scott didn't leave. 

I wiped my fave from my tears and told the boys to go into their treehouse. "Scott you didn't have to stay." Scott briskly walked up and kissed me. "I wanted to stay. I needed too. We've both been hurt. We need each other. Will you let me stay ? After all apparently Wesley, Steven, Parker, and Ren are my kids. I want to be here. Especially for them."  I kissed Scott back and agreed that he could stay. Maybe this new arrangement will be better for the boys.