Author's note: Hello you! I'm here again. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it was getting WAY too long, so I decided to fragment it. I plan on having everything posted til the end of next week, because I'm almost done writing and I hope everyone likes it.
It'll have seven chapters, so be prepared!
DISCLAIMER: Teen Wolf is not mine.
Five times Stiles and Malia found each other (and one they were completely lost)
"You're still the one that I adore;
ain't much out there to have feelings for.
Guess whose it is? Yours."
Own it - Drake
I.
They were eighteen, still almost a whole year of High School ahead of them and they were at the hospital because of that one time they thought "nah, we don't really need condoms". It was late summer and they were at the hospital because in the middle of chaos and killing and death and psycho fathers, Malia was able to keep it together (even though not all the time, but he couldn't blame her; he had lost it a couple of times too) and carry on with a pregnancy they hadn't planned.
They were there because their daughter had decided it was time to arrive.
So there were the screams and the pain and Malia told Stiles about a thousand times that she hated him and he'd never fuck her again and he agreed, because that was all he could do besides holding her and hoping there wouldn't be too much blood (but of course there was lots of blood) and it lasted forever before the amazing sound of crying coming from a pair of strong and supernatural tiny lungs filled the room and she was there, she was actually there, alive and loud and bloody and beautiful.
Stiles cried, Malia cried and she forgot all the pain she had been through when her daughter was in her arms. The baby had dark hair and fair skin like her father's, dark grey eyes, a pouty little mouth that could only be her mother's with a tiny mole on the left side above her upper lip.
"I love you, Stiles." Malia said not much later and he nodded.
"I know. I love you too."
Malia smiled.
"I know."
They smiled at the same time and Melissa McCall (they had asked for her to be the responsible nurse) approached.
"Does she have a name, Stiles?" she asked reaching for the baby and they nodded. Malia was the one to answer.
"Skylar."
Melissa looked from one to another for a long moment, her arms still stretched towards baby Stilinski.
"Skylar Stilinski?" she confirmed.
"Yep." The teenagers said together and the nurse nodded one more time.
"Okay." It was better not to discuss. "We need to get everyone cleaned up, so gimme her here… oh, my God, she's so pretty, I'm sure" Melissa looked at Stiles "your father wants to see her, but let's get her ready first, huh? You help Malia?"
"Can I…?" Stiles started, but quickly recovered. "Yeah, of course."
They watched Melissa walk away with Skylar and then looked at each other.
"We are gonna be amazing parents." Malia assured and Stiles agreed.
It lasted one year and a half.
A/N: So? I'll try and post more soon, promise! In the mean time, can you guys leave your review? See you soon!