Like Mine

I'm Not The Dad

Malia was skeptical about being friends with his neighbor, Scott.
Given everything that happened with Stiles.
Scott was nice to her and talked to her but then again, Stiles was nice at first too. But then she came home to find a lovely surprise.
"I've never been so happy to come home to my dump of an apartment. I'm so...Wait." Malia stopped to talk a look around. A proper couch and bed. Clean walls painted in neon pink with a black accent wall, no bulletholes, not a rat in sight and it smelled clean.
"You're in the right apartment. Surprise! I broke in." Scott said standing in her doorway.
"You did this?" Malia asked surprised.
"Yep. My friend helped too. Landlord didn't give a crap so he gave me the keys. Do you like it?" Scott asked.
"Are you kidding? I love it! How much did it cost you to do all this?" Malia asked. Randomly flushing the toilet.
"Don't worry about that. Just as long as you enjoy it. An apple pie on the house wouldn't hurt but...No, seriously. Free of charge. I was just being nice." Scott smiled. She smiled back and hugged him. He was so surprised but then he just enjoyed it.
"Thank you, so much. You really didn't have to but I'm glad you did." Malia said and held his hands.
"It was my pleasure. And Derek's. That's my friend who helped me do all the fixing." Scott explained.
"Well thank him too." Malia said.
"Will do...I'm gonna let enjoy your apartment now. Bye." Scott said and left. Malia smiled after him. She was warming up to him but was still guarded.

When she came in the diner on Thursday, Scott really did get his free pie. With a free chocolate milkshake.
And he tipped her anyway.
He took care of her when she was sick. Came to pick her up after her late shift so she wouldn't have to go home so late by herself.
A true gentleman. Malia felt like she could trust him now so she put Scott through the ultimate test.
"Okay. So I have to tell you something." Malia said as they relaxed on the couch.
"Oh no." Scott groaned worried.
"Don't worry. It's not that bad.
I'm pregnant." Malia said smiling.
"Oh good! I thought you were just getting fat and didn't want to say anything. The weight looks cute on you though." Scott added. Malia rolled her eyes but laughed. "Seriously. Congratulations. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you. That was the kind of reaction I was hoping to get from my ex boyfriend. Instead I came home to find an almost empty pent house and found out he was leaving me for another woman who's rich and who he's been cheating on me for months with. After being my highschool and college sweetheart and moving me to New York to start a life. Then leaving me in a strange city by myself. It gets worse. He gave me money for an abortion then he left.
That's how I ended up sleeping in the diner for a few weeks." Malia explained. Thinking he would run screaming in the opposite direction.
"That's terrible. I'm so sorry he did that. He's an ass." Scott said and hugged her. Shocking the crap out of Malia. "You don't need him."
"You're right...I don't. But still. There are some things I wish I had someone to share with." Malia said. Time to turn this bitch up to 11. "I have an appointment to see the baby tomorrow. And I don't want to do it alone. Will you come with me?" Malia asked. Almost positive he'd say no.
"Yeah. Sure. What time?" Scott asked.
"10:30..." Malia said weirded out.
"Cool. I'll come by at 9:00." Scott said.
"Okay..." Malia said squinting at him.
"What?" Scott laughed.
"Nothing." He was definitely not coming.

9:01 the following morning.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I tripped on the way to the shower so it took me a lot longer to get in than usual. Anyway, you ready?" Scott asked.
"Yeah...Yeah of course. Let's go." Malia giggled. Pleasantly surprised.
They got to the doctor's ten minutes ahead of time. Enough time for Malia to panic. "Oh man this is so weird!"
"What's so weird about it? It's just making sure the baby is okay and seeing what it looks like." Scott said.
"I guess but what if it's not normal. I could be having some alien freak baby. I don't want to have some alien freak baby. This thing is just going to keep getting bigger and bigger until it just rips out my vagina. Wrecking everything in it's wake." Malia freaked. Making Scott laugh.
"Malia Tate?" A nurse called.
"Yes?" Malia said alarmed.
"You're up, sweetie." She said. Malia got up and took Scott with her.
"This is it. Here we go..." Malia said nervously. Gripping Scott's hand.
"It's okay, Malia. You're fine. We're just going to see the baby."
Scott said gently.
"I hope everything is okay." Malia said worried. Then the doctor walked in.
"Hey, Malia. How are we doing?" Doctor Morell asked.
"Nervous." Malia and Scott answered.
"First baby? Yeah...that happens a lot. It's understandable but there's nothing to worry about." She assured.
"Told you." Scott said and hit her arm playfully. Making the doctor smile.
"Let's just hop up on the table and we'll get started." Morell said and Malia got up with Scott's help. She laid down and they doctor raised her shirt to expose her belly. Before rubbing a cold gel on her stomach.
"Ooh." Malia said and laughed.
"Yeah, I know. Okay...let's see here."
Morell took a paddle attached to the machine and made little circles.
"Scott, look! It's so small and cute.
Is it supposed to be that small? Is that normal?" Malia asked concerned.
"Twelve inches. Yeah. Don't worry. That's how it's supposed to be.
Healthy weight. There's the little fingers and toes. Strong heartbeat. Congratulations you two. You have a perfectly healthy baby." Morell said.
"Oh! Congratulate her. I'm__I'm not the dad. We're just friends." Scott laughed nervously.
"I'm sorry. I just assumed." Morell said. "Just keep taking your prenatal meds, lots of fruits and veggies.
Try not to stress because it's very bad for the baby...I'll see you in 3 months." Morell said warmly. "You want a picture?"
"Yes, please! So much." Malia said.
"Malia, calm down." Scott laughed.
"Sorry. Just excited. Oh. I don't want to know the sex of the baby. I want it to be a surprise." Malia said.
"No problem, sweetie. Here you go." Morell handed her the ultrasound of the baby. Smiling at her pure joy.
Scott helped her off and they went to the front desk before leaving.
"Feel better now?" Scott asked.
"Mm-hmm. It's my baby. It's so beautiful...Thank you for coming with me." Malia said sweetly.
"No problem. I like helping you. And I love talking to pregnant bellies." Scott said to her stomach and rubbed it.
"Heh. Well someone likes you. I never told you but a few weeks ago I noticed the baby turns over and kicks when he hears your voice." Malia said.
"Really? That's so cute. Hi, you little bean. I love you too. How are you so sure it's a boy?" Scott asked.
"I just feel it." Malia said as she got in the car. Scott closed the door behind her.
"Well what if it's a girl?" Scott asked.
"Do you want it to be a girl?"
Malia asked.
"I'm just saying I wouldn't be upset if it was." Scott said starting the car.
"What if we compromise? If it's a boy we give him a girl's name like Leslie or something. If it's a girl we name her Chuck or some crap like that." Malia said.
"Chuck is a terrible baby name! Why don't you just name the poor child Bruno then if you want to go there." Scott said sarcastically.
"It's short for Charlotte, you ass! It's cute." Malia said.
"No. No it's not." Scott laughed.
"Well I'm doing all the work so I will name her whatever I damn well please." Malia said cutely and stuck out her tongue.
"How is that compromise?" Scott laughed.
"It is because I said so." Malia said.
"Fair enough."