Alpha Dad

Chapter 6

Scott's POV

School wasn't the same without Allison by my side, but I had been getting used to that. Now it would it be hard with a baby strapped to my chest as I'm trying to do algebra.

I had called the principal about this the night before and luckily, despite our school not being the richest in the district, it did have a daycare center for teen parents, which could very well save my life.

A sleeping Chloe in the baby carrier and a diaper bag, by that I mean a old bag of my mom's, on my shoulder, I carefully followed the directions to the day care center, not wanting to get caught by any of my classmates since Issac was the only one who knew I had a child.

I got there a few minutes later and carefully opened the door, seeing a dark skinned woman with curly black hair, holding a toddler in her arms as a nine month old baby stumbled beside her legs.

"This must be Chloe." She smiled, putting the toddler down before extending her hand. "I'm Nicki Cormick. The head of the daycare."

I shook her hand, a slight smile on my face before I gently took her out of the carrier and handing her to Nicki, hanging the bag on the hook.

"How long are hours?"

"We go until all after school programs are over, in case you were wondering about lacrosse." She explained, laying her on her back in one of the porta cribs while I hung the bag on the hook where the other bags were. "You can come check on her during free period and after you eat as well as any time you want unless you're in class."

"Thanks for taking her. It means a lot." I insisted as she nodded.

"Get to class, but, you're welcome." She smiled as I ran to my first class, not wanting to be late.

...

"How's she doing?" I asked, poking my head in on my way to history six hours later.

"You don't have to come in here before all your classes, Scott. I went to college for four years for childcare and taught safety classes at the red cross. She's safe, I promise." Nicki smiled as I came in fully, before seeing she was content with a rattle in the crib.

"Hey, baby girl. Be good for a little bit longer. Daddy will be back soon to pick you up."

She gurgled in response, a small smile on her face before I left, soon enough colliding with Stiles.

Stiles' POV.

"You were checking on the baby?" I asked my best friend, who grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down to his mouth.

"How do you know about her?"

"Your Mom called my Dad, and I listen to all his calls, except the boring ones, but hearing your best friend got a now dead girl pregnant who didn't even know until she gave birth in the toilet sure as hell isn't boring."

"Look, Stiles, you can't tell anyone else. I know our teachers, Issac and apparently you know, but that's it. Not Derek, not Lydia, not even Kira. Just don't tell anyone." He begged me, clearly scared out of his mind until my head moved up and down in confirmation and he was able to take a breath when I replied.

"I'm not gonna rat you out, but when were you going to tell me? World war three when I have to babysit?"

"No, I was gonna wait till she was more comfortable with a lot of people. You aren't mad?"

"No, I'm mad, but you can make up for it somehow." I smiled, slinging my arm over his shoulder, ready to try and fail to beat up anyone who hurt her, my niece.