LITTLE WONDERS
Omega/Home
"Why do girls wear these stupid things, anyway?" Keeva gasped as Stiles pressed his thumb down on a rather sensitive part of flesh. She grimaced and tried to pull away from him. He glared up at her from his position on the floor.
"Because they're cute and they make our butts look good." He snorted. "That's something we can both agree on." She moaned and arched her neck back, resting her weight back on her hands.
Stiles readjusted his weight, sitting on the floor at the end of his bed Indian style. He pulled her right foot deeper into his grasp. She had decided to wear a new pair of red soled stiletto's to school that day and hadn't bothered to take them off even when they spent two hours at the hospital after school.
Keeva gasped and jerked her foot away from him when he dug his thumb into the aching and tender flesh of her arch. "Stop moving." She sucked in air between her teeth. "That's hurts like a biiiittttch." She whined. Stiles chortled and shook his head.
"I'm being as gentle as possible." She huffed and flopped back onto the bed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, resting a hand on her slowly expanding abdomen. She absently rubbed her hand up and down her stomach.
Stiles long artists fingers gently stroked the flesh of her ankle. He glanced up at her and smiled tenderly at her relaxed figure. He looked back to his task and ran his left hand up her calf. He rubbed a path down the muscle and ran his fingertips down the top of her foot.
She sighed. He stroked the bottom of her foot from the rougher flesh of her heel to the smoother skin of the ball of her foot. He rubbed circles into the small groove next to the ball of her foot.
Keeva moaned during his light ministrations on her foot. She pointed her toes and Stiles laughed lightly when her ankle popped. Keeva licked her suddenly too dry lips and arched up, sitting straight up.
She stared at him and ran the palms of her hands over his scalp. She knotted her fingers together at the back of his neck and pulled his mouth up to hers. She was met with an open mouthed kiss, his tongue quickly delving past her lips and battling hers for dominance.
Keeva jerked him up off his knees and he grunted when he fell quickly onto the bed, bracing his arms on either side of her head. "You should wear high heels more often." Keeva responded by wrapping her mile long legs around his hips, the skirt of her flowing purple dress sliding dangerously high up her thighs and slipping her hands inside his t-shirt, raking her nails down his chest.
Stiles gasped and looked down at her. She smirked and maneuvered her hand down his chest, easily undoing the buckle up his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans, slipping her hand down his boxers.
Stiles chocked on a breath of air and buried his face in her neck, clenching his fists beside her head until his knuckles were white. Keeva smirked and gently worked him beneath his jeans.
Stiles, with great difficulty, unclenched his right hand and trailed it down her body. His fingers traced the column of her throat and tweaked her nipple. He smirked against her skin when she jerked against him, but didn't give up her assault down his jeans.
He trailed his open palm down her ribs, counting each one he came across. Keeva closed her eyes and arched her neck against him. Stiles took the opportunity to latch his lips to the space behind her ear. She gasped and wrapped her legs tighter around him.
Stiles trailed his hand down the side of her thigh, reveling in the smooth flesh against him. He cupped the back of her knee before moving his hand to the inside of her thigh, easily finding her already dripping entrance. He moaned and ran his nose along the shell of her ear.
"You're not wearing panties." She smiled and giggled beneath him, squeezing him experimentally. "I took them off when I got home." He smiled. "You were anticipating this." She shrugged as best she could and gasped when he inserted a finger inside of her.
"A girl can hope." She gasped again and pressed her breasts against his chest. He shook his head and dropped it back against her neck, working her beneath her dress as she was working him inside his jeans.
It didn't take long for either to finish quickly. Keeva finished first. She would later blame it on her increased hormone production. Stiles came shortly after, stained his boxers.
They lay panting on his bed for several minutes. Slowly he sat up and rolled off of her, tugging his clothes off as he made his way to the bathroom. He wrapped a towel around his waist and started the water.
He came back out and rummaged around his closet. Keeva sat up and pulled one leg up to her chest, bending the other beneath her. She rested her chin on her raised knee and watched him.
She ran her eyes down his toned and pale back, watching the muscles slide beneath his skin as he searched through his closet. Shadows danced across the dips and lines of his flesh in the dim light of his room.
"I have an appointment with the adoption agent tomorrow." She saw him freeze for tenth of a second before he continued. "Okay." She swallowed thickly. She glanced down at her hands, which were running over the polish on her toenails. The blue varnish on her big toe was chipped at the cuticle.
"I'm missing school for it. Your dad called me out already. He asked me if you wanted to be called out too but I told him I would ask you first." Stiles stopped moving. He rested his hands on the metal bar running across the top of his closet. He hung his head between his shoulders and sighed. Keeva looked up and stared at his sculpted back. The muscles in his shoulders were tense.
It was silent except for the running water in the bathroom. You could hear a pin drop. She could hear Stiles' heart beat. It was steady and calm. Collected. Keeva's was ready to beat out of her chest.
"Would you be terribly upset if I said no?" Keeva closed her eyes and looked back down at her toes. "No. I just thought I'd ask." She whispered. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes. Shaking his head, he turned from his closet and walked back to the bathroom.
"I'm going to head up to the hospital when I'm done, see if Lydia's awake, if she remembers anything. Do you want to come?" Keeva shook her head and didn't meet his eyes. She ran the edge of her thumbnail over the edge of her toenail.
Stiles sighed and leaned over, kissing the top of her head. "I don't know when I'll be back." She closed her eyes and listened as he entered the bathroom. She drew in a shaky breath and licked her lips.
Keeva could smell him when she took the first step on the porch. She rolled her eyes and rocked on the door. She glanced up at the roof and saw Scott leaning against the bricks by Allison's window.
Keeva smiled brightly when Chris Argent swung the door open. He hesitated before smiling and inviting Keeva in. She glanced once at Scott before stepping through the threshold. "Is Allison in her room?" Chris nodded and Keeva marched up the stairs.
She had changed from her flowing dress into a pair of tight fitting skinny jeans. A pair of Levi's charcoal gray vans adorned her feet and one of Stiles' flannel shirts swallowed her hands and hung off one shoulder.
She pressed her back to the wall when Victoria Argent stalked from Allison's room, barely sparing her a glance. Keeva sighed and continued her trek to Allison's room. She knocked on the wall when she found Allison sitting on her bed.
"How's Scott?" Allison gave her a withering glance land shook her head. "Don't go there." Keeva smirked and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her leg up and gripping her ankle. "How's Stiles?" Keeva froze and looked down. "He's locked down."
Allison looked up. "What do you mean?" Keeva licked her lips. "I have an appointment with the adoption agent and a couple we've talked about tomorrow. I asked Stiles if he would go with me. He said no." Allison nodded and flicked her eyes away from her friend.
"You did say he didn't want to give the baby up for adoption." Keeva huffed and pushed off the bed. "I'm just being honest." Keeva nodded and paced at the foot of her friend's bed. "I know, it's just," She glanced at Allison and ran her fingers over her bottom lip. "Ever since I told him it was the best option, he's been guarded, closed off. He won't talk to me."
Allison looked up at her worried friend. "You didn't ask him about adoption?" Keeva stopped and turned doe eyes to her friend. "Not really?" Allison gaped. "Keeva." The red head winced and knotted her fingers together.
"I just kind of told him it was the best option." Allison scoffed and shook her head, standing. "Keeva, this isn't just your decision. This concerns Stiles, too. You can't go making life-altering decisions just because 'it's the best option'. Would he do that to you?"
Keeva, ashamed, turned her gaze to Allison's off white carpet. She studied a small stain just a few feet from her next to Allison's bed. It wasn't very dark so you could barely see it unless you were looking for it.
"No. He wouldn't." She whispered. Allison nodded. "Then why are you doing it to him?" Keeva met her dark eyes and smiled slightly. "I don't know." Allison sighed and licked her lips. "I think you need to talk to Stiles." Keeva nodded once. "I think you're right."
Stiles wasn't home when Keeva returned but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until she'd talked to him. She didn't know why she had been so selfish. She paced the space in front of his window, wringing her hands together.
She wanted to cry, she was so upset with herself. Stiles would never do anything like this, but then again, Stiles couldn't get pregnant either. She scoffed and shook her head. She was being inconsiderate. She knew Stiles didn't want to give up the baby but not because he'd expressed it.
She knew because she didn't want to give up the baby either. She knew that he wanted this baby and she knew that he knew that with werewolves and hunters running around, there was no way it would be safe to bring and raise a half werewolf baby in their lives.
Keeva ran her hands through her tangled hair and jumped when Stiles' door was opened. Stiles turned wide eyes to her and gaped. "Why are you still awake? It's past one o'clock in the morning. You should be in bed."
Keeva gave him a nervous smile. "I lost track of time." Stiles shook his head and closed his door. "We need to talk." He didn't still his movements. He pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of his computer chair. He toed his sneakers off and pulled his flannel button down from his shoulders.
"Do you want a boy or girl?" He stopped. He looked up at her and drew his eyebrows together, confused. "What?" She licked her lips and pressed her steepled fingers to her lips. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
Stiles gaped like a fish. His mouth opened and closed so many times it was almost comical but Keeva wasn't in a laughing mood. "I…I hadn't really, uh, thought about it." Keeva nodded and folded her arms across her chest. "If we kept it, and it was a boy, what would you want to name him? What would you want to name her?"
Stiles stared at her like a second head was growing out of the side of her neck right before his eyes. "I'm, I mean, I'm not sure. I haven't thought about this, Keeva." She shook her head. "Why not?"
He scoffed. "I didn't think I had to." She stopped. "Why?" He turned flaming eyes to her. "Because you never gave me the chance." She didn't back down. Her gaze was calculating, cool, and almost cold. "And what if I did?"
He shook his head and shoved his desk chair across the room. It flew past her, missing her knees by centimeters, and leaving an impressive hole in the wall. She didn't flinch.
"You won't! You didn't! You didn't give me the chance to accept this baby! You didn't give me the chance to love this baby! One minute you tell me you're pregnant and then the next," He ran his shaking hands through his hair and turned an accusing gaze to her. "Then the next, you're telling me we have to give him up for adoption."
He shook his head, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes. He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath through his nose. "I won't go with you to the hospital tomorrow." He put his hands on his hips and shook his head, looking up at her. "I can't. I can't watch as you sign over the rights to our child, the child we created, together."
He looked away. "I won't do it." She blinked. "Do what you want, Keeva. But I'm not going to sit by as you 'do what's best for the baby.'" He used air quotes and sighed heavily.
He threw his hands up over his head and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the bed. He undressed and walked back into the bathroom. "I need to process."
Keeva didn't move as he slammed the door shut, locking her away from him. She closed her eyes and finally let his emotions catch up to her. She wrapped her arms across her stomach, her small bump, and let her knees fall.
She sunk to the ground by his window and folded her knees under her. She leaned her back against the wall and felt the windowsill dig into her shoulder blades. She blinked rapidly to sway the flow of tears.
She glanced at the bathroom door when she heard the water start running. She bit her lips and closed her eyes. She knew everything that he felt. How could she possibly give her baby up now? How could she disregard his feelings like that? How could she turn her back on everything she stood for?
She raised her head and opened her eyes when she heard quiet sobs. She covered her mouth with her hand when she realized where they were coming from. Stiles was crying. Keeva leaned forward and rested her forehead on her knees. How could she do this to him?
Stiles was gone when she woke up. She had fallen asleep before he'd come back out of the bathroom. His used tile was lying on the floor on his side of the bed. She sat up and ran her hand over her face. She turned to look at her phone and found a small post it attached to the black screen.
She pulled the post it off the screen and smiled sadly at the chicken scratch words written there. "I'm sorry". She shook her head and smoothed the sticky end of the note on the wooden nightstand. He had nothing to be sorry for.
She went through the motions of her day. Her mind was in a whirl and she barely processed what she was doing. Ever since she'd asked Stiles what he wanted to name the baby, she couldn't get the question out of her head. What would they name their baby?
She brushed her teeth, her hair, put on her make up, straightened her hair, put on her favorite black dress and her buckle boots. She fixed herself some toast with spray butter. What would their baby look like? Would he half Stiles' eyes and her hair? Would he half her sense of humor and Stiles' smile? Would she have her eyes and Stiles hair? Would she have her smile and Stiles' witty thoughts? She smiled at her thoughts.
"Keeva?" She blinked and looked up at the adoption agent. Behind her was the couple they had picked together. They were older than she remembered. Mid to late thirties. The man was tall and skinny with horn rimmed glasses and a sweater tied around his neck. Khaki pants and loafers finished the outfit off.
The woman was just a few inches shorter than the man, both taller than Keeva. The woman had dark brown hair chopped off at her chin. Her face was small and pinched like a pug. If anything she resembled the evil little bitch Keeva remember reading about in the Harry Potter books. Her name was escaping Keeva at the moment. She would have to remember to ask Stiles about it later.
Keeva stood and hoisted her purse on her shoulder. She smiled thinly at the odd couple and followed them as they followed the agent down a hall in the small building. Keeva remembered the directions saying that she as headed to an old courthouse that was established when the town was first built. It was used mostly for wedding receptions and business meetings now.
Two secretaries were the only employees in the building. Keeva's heart raced as the four of them sat around the long wooden table. The lights overhead gleamed off of the table. Keeva felt overwhelmed in the large room with so few people.
She took a deep breath and glanced up at the agent. She smiled kindly but it didn't reach her eyes. Keeva prided herself on being able to read people and these people thought very little of her. She could tell.
The pug faced woman always looked down at her with disdain. She was angry that Keeva, a sixteen-year-old high school student could get pregnant and she, a grown woman who'd been trying for years, couldn't.
Keeva could easily sense that rolling off of the woman in waves. The agent was disappointed. Disappointed that America's youth was corrupting themselves by having children too early.
Keeva took a deep breath and tried to let all of those emotions roll off of her shoulders. She straightened her shoulders and smiled at the agent. "Okay, Keeva, this is the adoption contract and I just want you to read through it and make sure everything is right."
Keeva skimmed through the adoption papers. One word caught her eye that had her spine stiffening. "I thought we agreed on an open adoption."
Mrs. Jason Keller had hoped that the teenager would miss that part of the contract. She was stupid enough to get herself pregnant so young, they were hoping that she wouldn't read the fine print.
What she didn't anticipate was the burning gaze that the petite girl turned to them. She cocked her head slightly to the side and turned blazing eyes from her to her husband and then the agent. "That's what we agreed, correct?" Mrs. Keller tensed and turned pleading eyes to the agent.
The agent hesitated under the fiery gaze of the young teen. "Yes, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller think it would be best, for everyone involved, if the adoption was closed." Keeva blinked and nodded once.
The Keller's released breaths they didn't realize they'd been holding. Their hearts stopped at Keeva's next words. "Then it looks like you'll be finding another baby." She stood and coolly placed her purse over her shoulder.
Mrs. Keller stood up. "You already agreed." Keeva turned to face her and cocked her head to the side. She smiled sickly and took a single step forward. "No, I didn't. I'm refusing to sign your papers." She nodded once and turned back around.
"People like you make me sick." Keeva froze and stiffened her spine. "You go around and, and fornicate with boys whose names you don't even know. And then you go off and get pregnant." Keeva turned to face the red-faced woman.
"And then, when responsible, caring people like us are willing to help you with your mistake, you run off when one thing doesn't go your way. Well, let me tell you something, missy. I will not be made a fool of."
Keeva took a deep breath when the woman finished. "You think that my baby is a mistake?" The woman blinked. "Well, I…" Keeva held up a hand in silence. "I don't know what I saw in you people." Keeva smiled.
"Thank you." Jason Keller stood. "For what?" Keeva looked at the man who had not spoken once during the ordeal. She smiled kindly. "For finally telling my why I should keep my baby." They were speechless as Keeva nodded once and promptly left the room.
Keeva sat in the park across from the ice cream parlor. She had found herself there after driving for about an hour after the disastrous meeting. She was watching all the little children play. She glanced down when her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten lunch yet and was hesitant to call Stiles. She still didn't know how to tell him they were going to keep the baby. She stuck her left thumb nail between her teeth and bit down on the hard surface. Her knee bounced in a rhythm only she could hear.
She sighed and shook her head, looking down at her hands. She looked up when she felt a body sit beside her on the bench. It was a young woman. She was in her late twenties possibly early thirties. She had shoulder length blonde hair and light green eyes.
"I couldn't help but notice that you kept staring at my son." Keeva looked over to where the blonde woman's gaze led. It was the little boy that Keeva's gaze kept landing on. He had his dark hair in a buzz cut, much like the way Stiles did his. He had brown eyes just a few shades darker than Stiles and he wouldn't stop running around like he was on a sugar rush.
Keeva laughed nervously and looked away. "What I couldn't help but wonder, was why?" The blonde woman looked kindly over at Keeva. Keeva swallowed thickly and rolled her tongue across her bottom lip, drawing a blank on what to say. "I, ah, recently became aware of the fact that I'm expecting."
She peeked through her curtain of hair at the woman but she wasn't looking at Keeva. She was wearing a small smile and nodding slightly, her eyes still trained on her son. "Your little boy just looked so much like my boyfriend that I couldn't help but wonder what our baby would look like."
The woman was silent for several moments. The wind blew both women's hair across their faces. Keeva swept a lock that had gotten stuck to lips behind her ear. "Do you want to keep him?" Keeva looked up at the woman. "Of course I want to keep him. He's my baby. Mine and Stiles'. I don't want to give him."
The woman turned smiled eyes to Keeva. "They why are you?" Keeva drew her brows together. "I never told…" The woman shook her head. "You just told me you didn't want to give him. Then don't. The best thing for your son is if he's with people who love him. The only people, who can love him the way he needs to be loved, are his parents. His real parents."
She leaned closer to Keeva and rested a hand on her knee. Keeva glanced down at her hand and back up at the woman's warm green eyes. "You may think that giving him up is the best thing for him and for some people it is, but if you have a support system and people who can help you, I don't see why you can't keep him."
The woman rubbed Keeva's knee before standing and calling out to her son. Keeva stood and called out to the woman. "Hey," She turned, her son with her, and smiled at Keeva. "Thank you." The woman smiled knowingly and nodded once. Keeva watched them leave the park, hand in hand, and she pressed her hands to her belly. She looked down at her belly and smiled. "You're not going anywhere, baby boy."
When Stiles got home from school Keeva was laying on the bed with her hair fanned out around her and her right foot resting behind her left knee. She had her hand flat on her belly and was staring unfocused up at his ceiling. "How did it go?" He asked stiffly.
Keeva didn't say anything. "I went to the park today." He didn't look at her. "I saw this little boy who reminded me of you." He stopped and slowly lowered himself into the computer chair. "He had his brown hair cut into a buzz cut like yours." He smiled.
"Did you sign it?" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She raised her hand and stuck it straight up in the air. "Come lay with me." She whispered. Stiles blinked once and licked his lips before standing and sitting beside her.
He laid back, his head pillowed by her hair and their shoulders touched. "You never answered me." He glanced at her. "When?" She smiled. "Yesterday." Stiles shook his head. "Keeva…" She moved her hand to twine through his, stopping him. "Please, Stiles."
He swallowed thickly. "If we had a little girl, I'd want to name her after my mom. It doesn't have to be her first name but preferably her middle name. Her first name would be Katie. Not Katherine or Kate, Katie. With an "IE". Katie Amanda."
Keeva looked over at Stiles. "Your mom's name was Amanda?" Stiles nodded slowly. "And a boys name?" Stiles licked his lips. "If it were a boy, I'd want to name him Jason or Jamie. Not James, Jamie. Jamie Kieran Davis." Keeva smiled and looked back up at the ceiling.
"Well, you'd better get deciding, Stilinski, cause our kid's going to be saddled with someone's choice and it'd better be a good one." He blinked several times before snapping his head in her direction. "What?" Her smile widened. "I didn't sign the papers." Stiles gaped. "I couldn't. Our baby needs to be with us. No one else. We're his home."
Stiles turned back to stare at the ceiling and smiled. "Did I ever tell you I love you?" Keeva smirked. "Once or twice."
