The Return (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

All I Need

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Malia had to stay overnight in the hospital due to her concussion and her undergoing surgery . Her healing was slowed down due to all the trauma her body endured mixed with the kanima venom. She still won't let me touch her and can barely look at me. I still haven't left her side except when she asked me to leave so Lydia could help her freshen up and get dressed.

I took that time to call Sam so I could speak to my daughters. I told Sam to stay at the hotel where they're having the retreat and I sent Tom and Sean to protect them. I think it's better for them to stay somewhere semi public while we figure everything out.

"Hey, she's resting right now but she'll be ready to go when she wakes up." Lydia whispers as she walks out the room, shutting the door softly.

"Thanks for helping her," I push off the wall across from the door to stand in front of her.

"You don't have to thank me for that," she bites her lip nervously as she looks up at me, "Stiles I'm so sorry about your baby. I can't imagine what Malia is going through, but you're also going through something. Please be gentle with yourself."

"I- thank you, Lydia. God you always know what to say." I pull her into a hug and rest my cheek on her head. I have so many thoughts running through my head about this recovery process.

After offering to stay with me, Lydia leaves to go back to my flashy guest house. I'm not sure what's happening at my main estate since I haven't really spoke with any detectives. I let my dad handle that since he's a sheriff and I don't care for any information they can give me because I plan on going the supernatural route.

When Malia and I finally get to the house, I silently thank my pack for making themselves scarce. I know Malia and I aren't in the mood to participate in any type of pack meeting. Malia storms away to the room she stayed in when her and Scott were here for the MTV Awards. I decide to give her a moment, so I went to my own room to FaceTime the girls iPad.

"Hi Daddy!" They scream into their iPad while crowding the camera. I miss them so much.

"Hi my little ketchup and mustard," I croak into the phone with a watery chuckle.

"Daddy what's wrong?" Claudia frowns and I lay back in the bed because of course she'd catch on. I hold my phone up so they can still see my face.

"I promised a long, long time ago to protect you girls but to always be as honest as possible. A really bad man broke into the house and hurt Malia so she has some nasty boo boos," I didn't want to lie to them because they always deserve the truth, but I also didn't want to scare them.

"Is Mali okay?!" Chan gasped into the phone.

"No baby, so I need you guys to make the most prettiest cards to try and help her feel better."

"Okay Daddy! We'll get Mommy S to help us since she's good at everything!"

"Thank you babies, I love you girls to the moon and back! Tell Sam I'll call her later and please be good," After getting their promises and multiple phone kisses I finally hang up. I laid in bed looking at the ceiling a few more seconds before getting up to search for Malia.

I gently knocked on her door and didn't get an answer so I eased into the room. She's no where in sight but I hear the shower going so I sit on the edge of her bed to wait. After a while I hear her sobs and decide to go to her.

I walk in to see her huddled on the floor of the shower. She has the water set to the hottest temperature possible based on the steam fogging the bathroom. I grab a towel and reach over to turn off the water before bending down to wrap the towel around her curled up frame.

"I feel so dirty," she whimpers as I pick her up bridal style not caring about getting wet.

"You're not," I promise her once I set her down on the bed with the towel wrapped around her.

"Stiles I cheated on you," she looks up at me with a quivering mouth.

"That was not cheating."

"But- "

"No, there's no buts in this situation. Did you ask for that to happen? Did you go out and invite someone home looking to get back at me? Were you tired of being alone and looking for company?"

"God no! How could you even ask those questions," I hear the anger in her voice.

"Because I want you to understand that you aren't dirty, you didn't cheat, and this isn't your fault."

"I think we should break up," she turns her head away from me.

"No. Absolutely not. Even if you actually meant that I'd still say no. If you need some space to breathe, I can give you that. But we're getting through this together and the only conclusion to this is you becoming my wife" I made sure to catch her eyes so she understood I meant every word.

"You can't mean that.  Not anymore. I lost our baby," she sniffs, "how could I be a good mother to Chan and Claud when I couldn't even protect the baby inside of me. I knew I was being extremely hormonal lately, but I did nothing. Maybe if I knew I would've done something differently. God, you wanted this baby so badly. WE wanted this. The one thing I'm supposed to do as a woman and I failed. How could you still love me or even look at me?!" She breaks down into sobs and curls into a ball facing away from me. Fuck this shit.

"Malia, I'm going to climb into bed behind you and hold you. It won't go further than that, I won't take off your towel or my clothes," she scoots further away to give me some room.

I do exactly as I said and curl around her. I bury my face in her wet hair and let my own tears fall.

"Shhhh. I know it hurts. I know. Yes, I did want a baby with you. I want a baby with you because you're the love of my life. This life and any future lives I may have. If we never have a biological child together then that's fine too. I just wanted a physical being that's a combination of us and symbolizes our love. Having a baby isn't a requirement for being a woman or a wife. All I need from you is you. Your love and trust is enough.  Also, Channing and Claudia love you endlessly. They've sensed the love between us and therefore latched onto you. I haven't brought them up because I wasn't sure how you'd react so soon after the miscarriage. You don't have to see them yet if it's too ha-"

"Please don't take them away from me," she turns to face me.

"No, of course not. I would never do that to you or them. I just didn't want you seeing them to make you feel worse. I told them you were hurt and I bet they're coloring their little hands off to make you the best cards." I push her hair away from her face.

"Stiles I.... I don't know when I'll be ready to be physical with you again," she whispers to me like it's a secret.

"Malia we could never have sex again and I'd still be just as in love with you. It's your body, despite anything I've said in the moment." I smile to ease the tension. "Making love to you is the most amazing feeling because I'm doing it with you. However, it's not the only way to be intimate so I could definitely go without. I have no intentions of entertaining the thought of looking elsewhere to 'fulfill my needs'."

"Good because I'd rip your cock off and feed it you."

Now, that's the Malia I know. We have a lot more to talk about, but we've made some great progress already. I don't want to overwhelm her by asking for details on the attack so I'll save that conversation for tomorrow.