Expect the Unexpected
Prologue
"Stiles I'm pregnant." The words fell from Malia's mouth and landed on him like heavy laden weights pulling him to the bottom of the lake. He couldn't speak for several minutes as he quelled his astonishment that was quickly followed by his panic. It literally felt like he was drowning. Like no matter how much he struggled the weight of her words just kept pulling him back under. His lungs burned with a desperate need for oxygen.
"Come again?" He sputtered as he pulled his Jeep over to the side of the road near Malia's house. They'd just come from graduation their cap and gowns tossed haphazardly in the backseat. It should have been the moment they were free. Free from school, from responsibility, and heck even the supernatural for the time being.
"I'm pregnant. I think almost 12 weeks. It's yours." Her expression was stoic and as usual she didn't sugar coat anything. Whether she didn't understand the gravity of the situation or she just wanted it off her chest he didn't know which.
"H-How?" He gripped his steering wheel until the blood was squeezed from his knuckles making them white against the grey interior.
"I'm sure you know how these things work Stiles." Malia shifted and began looking out of the Jeep window out into Beacon Hills Preserve.
"I know how they work I mean how did you get pregnant. We always used protection." He racked his mind to anytime when they might have been careless but he couldn't recall any.
"Well…" she bit her lip nervously as she looked at him as though she was afraid to admit something.
"Well what?" He flailed his limbs as he turned to her. This had to be some kind of sick joke. There was no way he had just graduated high school ready to enter into college and then end up with a kid on his lap. No friggin way.
"Well there might have been one time where my claws came out." She said as he began twirling the end of her long pony tail nervously.
"So?" He asked not comprehending what she was getting at. She'd left claw marks on him on more than one occasion.
"So I might have ripped the condom. I could smell it after. Smell you after… when I showered."
"And you didn't think to tell me? Malia there are… things you can do to make sure you don't end up pregnant." He let out an anguished sigh his head slumped heavily against the steering wheel.
"What do you want to do?" She asked him.
"What do you mean what do I want to do? What do you want to do it's your body." He told her his head still spinning.
"Well I think I'm too far along to get rid of it in the human world… but there are things I could do as a coyote…" She trailed off.
"No. Are you serious? You are not going to go traipsing off into the woods and eat some plant or something to try and kill our baby." He shouted clearly exasperated with the girl.
"Geesh sorry. I didn't think it would be a big deal or I wouldn't have told you. I don't want it Stiles."
Her words hit him like a freight train. She didn't want the baby. What was he going to do with it? Adoption? He didn't think they could put a baby that had the potential to be a were-coyote up for adoption. Look what had happened to Malia?
As if sensing his inner turmoil Malia moved to exit the Jeep. "I'll give you some time to think about it." She was out the Jeep and in the woods before he could even protest.
What the hell was he going to do now?