I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)

20| "..Keep You."

"What the fuck do you mean she's gonna be a great mom?" Scott screams, Cora, Stiles, and himself still on the sidewalk outside the wedding venue. Cora scrunches her face together and tries to hide herself behind her hair.

"Scotty listen-" Stiles begins before Scott turns to him and yells.

"You knew about this? And you didn't tell me?!"

"It wasn't my choice! It was hers, and she didn't want you to know," Stiles says, beginning to get calmer.

"She didn't want to tell me this is why she broke up with me? Because she fucked another guy while we were together and got pregnant!" Scott screams. Stiles stays completely silent. Scott looks at him puzzled. "What?" Scott asks.

"Scotty, Allison never cheated on you." Scott eyes widen and his mouth forms a small 'o'. He stands completely still, not flinching or moving a muscle. Allison never cheated. She broke up with me almost exactly nine months ago. She put on weight. She freaked when in touched her stomach. She said she had a "good reason." This was it, this was her good reason. Allison is pregnant. This is my baby.

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Lydia sits calmly on the side of Allison's bed, just watching her little honey bee sleep in her mother's arms. Every once in awhile Lydia will reach her hand out and lightly play with the little hair on her tiny head that pokes out under her soft hat. Allison giggles every time she does. "She is perfect," Allison states in a hushed tone. Lydia smirks.

"Y'know, she's got Scott's nose," Lydia tells her best friend. Allison smiles slightly.

"Yes she does... better than having that crooked jaw." The two girls laugh quietly, trying desperately not to wake the baby.

"I happen to like his crooked jaw," a voice states from the doorway. The girls glance over to find Stiles leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest and a goofy grin on his face.

"Stiles," Lydia whispers, trying and failing to not smile like a simplest idiot.

"Aren't you gonna introduce me to that little missy?" Stiles jokes. Allison smirks at her friend.

"Come on over," Allison states. Stiles moves swiftly next to Lydia at the side of the bed. "Baby girl," Allison whispers at her child, "this is your Uncle Stiles, we love him, no matter how mean he is sometimes," Allison says giggling to herself.

"Hey don't put in a bad word for me, my jokes are funny," Stiles defends himself.

"Only kidding baby girl, Uncle Stiles helps us a lot, he's our favorite uncle, there, now you're introduced," Allison says, pleased with herself. Stiles smiles as well, though he looks a little anxious.

"Good, because there's one more person she needs to meet," Stiles exclaims. At the moment Scott walks into the room quietly and Allison's face drops. Scott moves slowly to the bed, cautious not to get to close or stay to far away. Lydia watches both of them carefully, making sure Allison doesn't need help, but also watching to see if Scott can handle this.

Finally the silence is broken. "Lyds, Stiles, do you mind giving us a minute?" Scott asks timidly. Lydia nods and grabs Stiles hand before pulling him out of the room.

"We have to talk anyways," Lydia grumbles as they leave the room.

Scott can't decide where to look, the baby or Allison. Allison can't find anywhere else to look besides Scott's face. "So," Scott starts. "This was your reason, you thought I would resent you for being pregnant with my child and you wouldn't be able to take the rejection, so you dumped me," Scott starts, slowly figuring everything out. Allison nods slowly.