Hey guys! So… After I got done writing Gratitude I really wanted to write something else for Teen Wolf. I'm a huge Stiles fan, (who isn't?) so I got to working on this. I really hope you guys enjoy it. I wrote it at 6:30 in the a.m., but I think it came out well. Leave me reviews and tell me whatcha think(:

Disclaimer: I own a toy story lotso bear… But not Teen Wolf…

I sped down the highway towards Allison's house, a million thoughts racing through my already over active brain. She texted me about an hour ago telling me that we needed to talk and that it was really important. Allison and I have been in a serious relationship for about 6 months now, and a couple weeks ago we finally took it to the next level. After her and Scott broke up again, she sought out to me for comfort, and we kind of realized that we had strong feelings for each other. I couldn't be happier with her, and I don't want to lose her.

I pulled into her neighborhood and eyed the numbers on the front of the houses. I didn't really come around here very often because to be honest, her father scared the hell out of me. As soon as I found hers, I pulled into the drive way, thanking whatever higher power up there that it was empty, telling me nobody else was home.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of my jeep. The cold air hit my face like a thousand tiny pin pricks and my cheeks turned slightly pink. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and made my way to her front door, pushing the small button beside it to ring the bell.

It took a couple moments, but Allison finally came to my rescue from this evil weather and allowed me inside. The heat of her home engulfed me and welcomed me with love, but Allison on the other hand was keeping her distance. She seemed nervous, afraid almost.

"Hey, you ok? Are you feeling alright?" I asked, tilting her chin up so I could see her eyes. They were blood shot, for some reason she had been crying. I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her back and forth for a moment, rubbing my hands up and down her back.

"Stiles, I'm so sorry.

She began to sob against my chest. I was completely and utterly confused. What was she so sorry about, and why was it having such a horrible effect on her? I bowed my head and whispered soothing thoughts into her ear before I pulled back to wipe the tear streaks from her face. Her lips were still quivering, so I swooped down and kissed them gently, hoping it would calm her down for a moment so she could tell me what was going on.

She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her oversized sweat shirt and grabbed my hand. I laced our fingers together and waited as patiently as I could for her to summon the courage to say something.

"We need to go talk, upstairs." I nodded my head, allowing her to lead me up the stairs to her room. Allison had a nice house. I don't know what it was, but something about it just made me feel warm inside. Maybe it was the fact that it was getting close to Christmas, and every corner of the house was painted with the smell of cinnamon. Or maybe it was the way it was decorated. My mom always told me growing up as a kid that what makes a home feel like a home is the mothers little touches. I missed that. My dad was great at keeping the house clean, but it always felt kind of weird without my mother's small fingerprints everywhere.

We came across a large white door, decorated with small letters spelling out Allison's name. They were green and red, which made me smile to myself. She tugged me inside the room and beckoned for me to sit on the bed. I did as I was told for once in my life, considering the fact that I could feel the nervousness pouring from her body.

She stood in front of me for a long time, twiddling her fingers around and biting her bottom lip. I tapped my foot on the floor, studying the bed spread underneath me. It was kind of strange looking at first, but it fit her personality perfectly.

She cleared her throat, which made my eyes snap up and meet hers immediately. She took in a short breath and began explaining her reason for acting so weird.

"Stiles, I love you so much, and I would never want to lose you, so please don't be mad at me when I tell you this. I'm so sorry I'm about to put this on you." She looked down at the floor for a moment trying to gather herself again. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, tell her that whatever it was, it was going to be ok, but I knew she would just push me back on the bed. She needed to build up the courage on her own time.

I can't say I wasn't on the verge of a break down. All this beating around the bush was really starting to make me worried. I was completely in the dark. All I can do is sit and wait.

She bit her nail and looked back up at me. The light she was standing in made the bags under her eyes more noticeable. I have no idea when she slept last, but it looked like she hadn't touched her bed in days.

"I think I might be pregnant.

My jaw dropped, moving without sound. She told me she was on birth control. How could this happen? Did she accidentally skip a day? I got up and paced back and forth at the end of her bed. My thoughts were racing even faster than before. I knew what I had to do, and I knew I was never going to live it down.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes."

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I stood in the middle of the aisle, looking at the various types of birth control tests. The women who were passing by all shot me dirty looks, and I was afraid one of them was going to stab me for "taking the innocence of a young woman" or something like that. Technically, I didn't take her virginity; I just possibly got her pregnant.

I picked up the one right in front of me. It was the most expensive, so it must have been a pretty accurate one. I tossed a couple of those into my shopping basket along with a box of condoms. If she's not pregnant, then we need to take extra precaution so that this doesn't happen again. I'm too young for this.

There were only two lines open at the front of the store, seeing as how it was almost midnight. I decided to pick the one with the male cashier, because maybe he wouldn't look at me like I was a vicious beast like everyone else was.

As soon as he rang everything up and gave me my change back, I bolted out of the store to the safety of my jeep. I ran my hand along my short cut hair and let out a long sigh. Tears weld up in my eyes, but I blinked them away quickly. Crying was not my priority right now. It was Allison.

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We both sat on the edge of the bathtub nervously, Allison with her thumb nail back between her teeth and my foot going back to raping the floor. I reached my hand out and grabbed her smaller one, trying to provide some sort of comfort.

The little bell on the timer rang, and we both looked at each other, trying to will one another to grow a pair and look at the little sticks sitting on the counter. Things suddenly became so much more serious. I took a moment to take everything in. Right now, life is completely normal, besides the fact that I am surrounded by werewolves and I just got done buying pregnancy tests. All I have to worry about is myself and my dad when he doesn't eat right. Those little sticks could change all that.

Allison kissed me on the cheek and moved across the room to the counter. She picked up all three of them and sat back down on my lap. I held her by the waist and ran my fingers through her hair. She flipped all of them over at once, immediately staring right at them. It took me a minute to get over the nerves, but eventually I looked down at them. It took me every ounce of strength I possessed not to pass out.

All of them were positive.

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