I choose you - scalia

Chapter 22

The next few days

Scott signed and rubbed his eyes. The words are dancing in front of him, his mind is clouded and he was tired. He looked to his left and saw Malia sleeping awkwardly in a wooden chair, Stiles with his head on the table and snoring very loudly. Thankfully Lydia was not here due to her condition.

They were trying to come up with a plan if Monroe ever find out about Kylie. They've looked at every scenario and worked out a plan and so far they've come up with twenty plans.

Scott yawned softly into his palm and approached Malia. He crouched down in front of her chair and gently shook her awake.

Malia woke up with a start. She jumped up and stood in a defense position; arms raised and legs wide. She looked down at Scott and exhaled loudly.

"Sorry, I slept," she said as she sat down again. Scott smiled softly at her and put his hand on her knee.

"It's fine, I think we've enough for tonight," Scott stated and stood up. He went to Stiles and shook him.

"Stiles," he whispered.

Stiles responded with gibberish words; he turned his head and went to sleep again.

"Stiles!"

Stiles quickly shot up from his chair and went for his gun; though it wasn't there. Scott held up his hands.

"Hey, buddy you're safe," he assured him.

Stiles signed deeply and sank back to his chair.

"Where are we?" Stiles inquired.

"We're almost done. We will finish the rest tomorrow. Get some sleep," Scott replied.

Stiles nodded his head and stood up. Scott and Malia walked with him to the front door. Stiles hugged Scott and then Malia.

"It's going to be ok," Stiles reassured Malia. Malia gave a small smile.

Scott locked up the door and followed Malia up the stairs. They walked towards Kylie's room. Malia opened the door quietly and looked inside.

There was a soft glow from a Moana nightlight casting Kylie with blue light, she was sleeping on her back with her stuff wolf beside her and her comforter up to her chest.

Malia looked at her; watching her chest rising and falling softly. Scott took her hand and gave a squeeze. She looked to him and smiled.

"She's look peaceful," Scott commented.

"She sure does," Malia admitted gently.

Malia quietly closed the door and followed Scott to his room.

After a few minutes of getting ready to sleep; they're both in bed. Malia sleep on her side and Scott sleep with his front to her back, he put his arms around her and draw up his knees to mould her own.

Scott could smell the anxiety form Malia, he moved until his lips was near her ear and spoke.

"We will protect her," Scott whispered.

Scott felt Malia tense up, he squeezed her hand and rubbed his thump over her knuckles.

"I promise you this, we will keep her safe from Monroe," Scott said.

Malia sighed and draw their joined hands to her face; she kissed Scott's hand.

"I know we can," Malia replied softly.

The next morning

"Mummy!"

Malia jumped up from the bed and frantically looked around the room, Scott was already up his side of the bed was warm.