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Thank you all for believing me. I know this story is quite the cliche, but I wanted to write it. I hope you guys like it just as much as I like to write it.

And, in case you're curious, I have other fanfics about Stiles and Malia - the most known is Believe in Magic, based, yes, on Coldplay's song because why not.

Also, my english is pretty bad, so, I hope you can understand what I mean in my text.

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2. Love sick

Malia first felt it around a month after leaving Eichen House. It woke her up in the morning: a small protest in her stomach that put her head inside the toilet bowl for about ten minutes. She didn't know what was wrong and immediately thought about the tai food she had the day before with Stiles, Scott and Kira. When it happened three times in the same week, however, she knew something was off.

But she didn't want to think about it. She needed to figure out what she was going to do about her whole family problem. She was getting several visits from her cousin Derek and Marin Morrell; everyone was waiting for her decision, when she didn't even know who she was yet.

Coyote? Wolf? Trouble? Trickster?

There was a time when she liked to think she was just Malia. Not anymore.

"What's wrong with you, kiddo?" her father had asked one morning at breakfast. She wasn't very excited about her eggs and bacon - that used to be her favorite dish – and was just rolling the things in her plate. "Are you sick?"

She pouted.

"I think I'm love sick." She answered, and Mr. Tate raised his eyebrows.

"Love sick? How?"

"I met a boy." Malia said timidly, her voice low.

"Where?" she could say he was both protective and annoyed. He had just got her back home, she was being claimed by her biological father and now a boy wanted to take his daughter from him too?

"At Eichen House."

He immediately stood up, started to pace up their small kitchen.

"You're in love with a crazy boy?"

"No! He's not crazy, he was there for other reasons! Supernatural reasons." She whispered the last part, making him blow a heavy sigh. "You know him, he's the Sheriff's son."

Mr. Tate looked at her for a long moment, his face serious and unamused.

"The Stilinski kid who comes here every other day?" she nodded. "You're in love with the Stilinski kid who's always in trouble?"

"Come on, dad!"

"Why?"

Malia took a deep breath, knowing that the situation could almost be comical.

"He's nice." She finally said. "He treats me well and cares about me. He helps me and teaches me stuff. And his kiss, dad, I swear to God…"

"DON'T want to hear it!" he almost shout, and she smiled.

"Okay, won't talk about it."

A little calmer, Tate looked to his daughter – his beautiful daughter he thought he'd never see again. The girl his wife brought home when she was just a toddler, with those big dark eyes of hers full of intelligence. She wasn't his blood and DNA, but he raised and loved her just the same. Malia was special, he knew that damn well. He forgave her. She was just a child and didn't know what to do. He himself made a lot of mistakes, and now he had the chance to start over the right way.

He sat down again and held her hand.

"I don't care if you fall in love, Malia, it's what teenagers do – it's what humans do during their whole life. We can fall in love a million times, even if it's for the same person. I remember what is like being seventeen and I need to tell you: no love is worth starving for."

Malia smiled, truly happy for his words, and looked at her bacon and eggs one more time.

"It's a little more complicated than that, dad." She said, her other hand touching her venter. "But I'm gonna eat, it looks delicious anyway."

And she did. Just for, a hour later, throw everything up during the shower.

A/N: Hope you liked! Review please? xx