Derek: You returned to the store two hours later, only to find the door slightly ajar. You stepped forwards slowly, pushing the door open slowly. You cradled your baby to your chest, terrified of what was behind the door. "Hello?" You called out into the seemingly empty house.
No one answered, the house as calm as it normally was. "Hello, Y/N." You turned quickly, to find Peter behind you, wondering around by the living room window. "Ah, and this must be your precious baby girl." He was in front of you now, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
"Get away from her." You snapped, pushing him away from you. He stepped back once, glaring harshly at you. "Get out of my house while you're at it."
"Now, why would I do that, someone has to be capable of looking after a new Hale. Can't have her just walking around not knowing her daddy."
"Get away from them." Derek growled, entering your house, shoving Peter away from you. "Get out before I kill you... again." Peter held his hands up in mock defeat, leaving the house. "Are you okay? Is... is she okay?"
"What are you doing here still?" You asked, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm your heart. "What was he doing here?"
"I don't know, but I do know that you were terrified and I could feel it." Derek moved forward again, to brush a piece of hair away from your face before moving to brush his hand against your baby's hair. "I wish I knew."
"You left."
"I had to, you know now that I had to. I love you, Y/N and all I want is you and our daughter." Derek grabbed your loose hand, reaching for your baby. "What's her name?"
"Alice." You paused, looking up at him. "One chance, Derek. That's all you're going to get with us." Derek smiled at you, lifting your baby out of your arms, cooing gently to her.
Cooing, not something you'd ever expect Derek Hale to do.
Isaac: Isaac didn't leave your porch all day, pounding on the front door, begging to see the twins. One boy and one girl, both the spitting image of Isaac. Something you could never deny. "Y/N, PLEASE!" Isaac knocked on the living room window roughly, "Y/N, I'm begging you. Let me see them, I made a mistake."
A mistake, the only mistake was our relationship. You thought, brushing your hair away from your face. "Mommy, who's the man outside?" Casey asked, placing her hand on top of yours. Even if they were two, the twins were smarter than average, and you knew they'd put it together very soon.
"Mommy, is that our daddy?" Noah asked. There is was. Daddy, not only was it their second word, unbeknownst to you, it was a horrible word.
You stood from your seat on the couch, placing Casey back on the floor. You walked to the door slowly, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. You haven't seen Isaac in almost three years, and now here he was, asking to see his kids.
You were terrified that he would leave again, for Allison, just as he had the first time. And that's all you thought about as you opened the door to find Isaac sitting, face against palms crying, on your porch steps.
After the kids went to bed, curtsy of Isaac, you both sat down at the kitchen table, silent. "I want to be a part of their life." Isaac asked.
Just as you said, "How's Allison?"
Isaac sighed, running a hand over his face. "We ended the same day we began." He replied, "I can't live without you and the next day I came to see you, you were gone, living here, but Scott refused to tell me where you were."
"I told him not to." You replied, standing from your seat to stand in front of the kitchen window, staring out into the night. "I'll let you see them, but if you plan on being with me, you really have to work for it. It still hurts to know how fast you can give up on me."
"I promise to make it up to you."
Scott: After Kali left, chuckling to herself, Scott followed not too long after. You hadn't seen Scott in nearly two weeks, and honestly you weren't sure if it was because of the fact that he was trying to defeat the Alphas or he was avoiding you.
Either way you wouldn't blame him. Now, you were at the park with your daughter, watching as she giggled to herself in the sandbox. She was turning four the following day and you wanted her to feel as happy as she could be.
"Y/N." You turned, finding yourself face to face with Scott, who took no time in sitting down next to you. "I came to talk to you."
"It's fine, Scott." You replied, standing up from your seat. "I understand that you don't want to be with me. I love my baby girl, Scott, and if you can't accept that I have her in my life, I can't force you with me."
Scott shook his head wildly. "I don't know what you're talking about Y/N, but I'm asking you to understand. I was staying away from you to protect you." Scott paused, reaching for you to sit back down. "I didn't want the Alphas to hurt you or her." He nodded to Addie, who was now playing with another child. "I couldn't live with that. I needed to keep you two safe and the only way I thought was to..." He stopped, cutting himself short.
You smiled at him, reaching over to hug him. "Thank you, Scott."
"I want to meet her." He replied, standing up from the bench. "I want to meet her and I want to be a part of both of your lives."
Two hours later, the three over you were at your house, Addie giggling wildly as Scott swung her around. "Thank you." You whispered to him, and you knew he heard you as he laughed even louder.
Stiles: Your phone was ringing off the hook, both your house and your cell phone. You were actually going to answer the phone when Scott called once, but you figured that it was probably Stiles trying to get a hold of you.
"Momma." Your little boy mumbled as he walked into the room. "There's a man at the door." You quickly ran to the room, in an attempt to stop Stiles from entering your house.
"Y/N." You were now face to face with Stiles and you've never felt so heartbroken. With your son now clinging to your leg and Stiles staring at you like the first time you meant you wanted to cry. "Is he my son?"
"Get out, Stiles. Right now, get out, please!" You cried, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. "I can't, Stiles, I can't take this right now. You shouldn't be a part of his life, because you didn't want to be a part of mine!"
"Y/N, you have to understand, I thought I did something really bad, but it wasn't me! I just wanted to keep you safe! I'm so sorry, Y/N. Please." He begged, leaning closer to gather you into his arms.
"Momma." It wasn't until then that you remembered your son was sitting right behind your legs and you could feel your eyes water again. "Who's he?" He asked, moving to stand next to you.
"Hey, buddy." Stiles said, leaning down to Avery's height. "I'm your daddy."
"Daddy? Momma?" You nodded once, and with tears now freely flowing down your face, you bent beside them.
"Yeah, buddy, he's your daddy."
