Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
A/N: So for about a half an hour this was it's own story but then I figured I might eventually add part more parts and it really should be part of the same story. So the parts may be chronologically in the wrong order but they will be part of the same story.
Stiles was cocooned in his sheets when he heard a loud knock which jolted him from his dreams. He looked to his door then realized a little confused that the sound hadn't come from his door but from the window. Stiles shook his head and made his way to the window that was locked, the window never used to be locked but werewolves using it like it was a door made him lock it so that that they couldn't just come in, not mention anything else undesirable. Stiles noticed by looking through the window that it was raining and he started feeling a little bad for locking it when he caught a glimpse of who was on the other side of the window, Malia. Stiles ran the rest of the window and unlocked it letting Malia slip into his room.
Malia was four months pregnant and the last thing she needed at the moment was to be climbing trees in the middle of the night in a storm. Malia was drenched her slightly tight red shirt showing a little of her baby bump and her jeans were wet too as well as her black jacket that was too thin for this weather. Stiles hurried to his closet and pulled out the first jacket he could find and handed it to her before he turned to face her.
They hadn't talked a lot in the last couple of months. Stiles had let her know that whatever she decided to do he would support her, but had been glad that she had decided to keep the baby at least until birth, although hopefully longer. They hadn't talked much since that though. Stiles had been trying to give her some space and honestly he had needed some space as well after the whole nogitsune possession thing.
"Malia what are you doing here?" he asked cursing himself for just saying it right away rather than talking his way up to it. Malia stared at him for a long moment before hugging her stomach protectively then taking his jacket and wrapping it around her. Which was he noticed absently that he had given her his red jacket. She looked nervous, she glanced outside at the storm that she had just come in from and then back to him.
"I need to talk to someone." she said quietly and Stiles nodded. He could imagine that, Malia had gone through a lot in her life. Her sister and mother's deaths, then getting pregnant at 17 as well as still not having told her father about the fact that she was a were-coyote.
Stiles motioned to the bed and she looked at him for a long moment before nodding and sitting down on it. Stiles found it strange that the two of them had slept together but he was too nervous to sit down on his own bed with her. He hadn't been in the right frame of mind that night and Malia had probably just wanted to be warm. Stiles while he always thought that he didn't care if his first time was magical or even with someone that he loved. Stiles had at least thought that it would be with someone that he had known for a more than a few months and hadn't punched him in the last 48 hours before the act. Stiles instead sat on his computer chair across from her and waited for Malia to gather her thoughts. Malia didn't speak for a long time and Stiles found himself focusing on her damp hair, even though her hair was damp she was still pretty, in fact she somehow seemed even prettier.
"I don't know if I can do this." she admitted jolting him out of his thoughts. Stiles wasn't sure what to say since he also wasn't sure about his ability to do this either, be a father at 17. That had never been in his plans. Impregnating the first girl he had slept with had never been a part of his plans. But Malia was the mother and she had this so much worse than him. She had to feel the baby growing and had to eventually give birth to it, as well as decide the fate of their child. With everything else she had gone through Stiles could understand that she was having doubts. Stiles didn't think as he crossed the space between them and hugged her tightly. She didn't hug back right away, but eventually she did and she started crying on him, sobbing about her hopes and fears for hours.
Sometime during the night they shifted positions so that they were lying in the middle of Stiles's bed, but not in any kind of sexual way. Stiles hands were around Malia's slightly swollen belly holding her close to his chest until Malia finally went to slept. Stiles himself was on the edge of unconsciousness, as he thought about the woman in his arms and the baby she was carrying, his baby. He thought about how he shared a lot of Malia's hopes and fears although, he hadn't said so, instead he had just let Malia say all her fears aloud to him. Stiles thought about the future, but mostly he just let himself enjoy the warmth of having Malia's body pressed so close to his and let that lure himself to sleep.
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