Malia walked around her childhood bedroom at the Tate house. She threw a couple of clothes into her bag and then placed the frame of a picture with her younger sister.
She didn't attend the graduation today because of obvious reasons...Isaac.
She was glad she had the talk with Lydia the other day because then she wouldn't have clarity about her decision.
Her adoptive dad wasn't around so it made it easier for her to sneak out and probably leave a note or something.
She caught a familiar scent that rush into the house and frowned. She spun around to see a tall, dark curly haired man looking all dashing in his one piece, sky blue shirt and black tie.
"Malia?" He asked as his eyes couldn't believe his eyes. Seeing the love of his life standing across the room.
"What do you want?" She snarled as she threw more clothes into her suitcase.
"I want you to explain to me why the hell you haven't return my calls or my texts for the past week! And how I hear you're suddenly leaving Beacon Hills?!" He questioned. She groaned.
Lydia...
"You don't know how worried sick I've been." He stated as he stared at her body, looking for any signs of danger and he luckily found nothing.
She didn't answer.
"Where have you been?" He asked, now in a calm tone.
"I've been around." She simply said.
Isaac took a step forward and she glared at him.
"Don't." She growled. He widened his eyes, taking a step back.
"What's wrong Malia?" He asked, in complete concern. She seethed.
"Nothing."
"No. Don't tell me there's nothing wrong with you because I know and you know that's not true." He began. She just gave him a quick glance. "Baby..."
"Don't call me that!" She broke down and stared back at him. "Just please...don't call me that."
"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong so I can help." He begged.
"There's nothing you can do. You've done enough!" She shouted. "Don't you understand I just want to be alone. I was meant to be alone! I never wanted this! I never wanted to be a human again."
"Malia, you don't mean that." Isaac said sadly.
"Oh so you think I wanted this? Wanted to always relish in the fact that I killed my mother and sister? Oh that is rich!" She laughed not amused. "I was perfectly fine with my emotions turned off as a coyote. Now I'm stuck like this...forever!" She shouted.
"And the one person who could help me is my estranged mother, so basically the only real family I have left is Peter." She stated.
He didn't know what to say.
"So yeah, you can't exactly help me." She said, continuing with her packing.
"Malia stop." He told her as he held her hands together from continuing. She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He followed.
"Malia, who turned you back into a human, and despite trying to save you, tried to help you turn back to a coyote to fulfill your wishes?" He asked.
"Scott." She replied.
"And who was the one person helping you interact with the human lifestyle?"
"Stiles." She stated.
"Who helped you with Math?"
"Lydia."
"And the person who brought positivity in your life?"
"Kira." She replied.
"These are all people who care about you very much Malia. They are your true family. So don't think for one second, you won't be leaving behind people because you are."
"You see that's the thing Isaac!" She got up. "I'm too attached to you guys, and I don't want to be okay!"
Isaac frowned.
Something was terribly wrong. There was something else she was hiding.
"I'm not like you guys. I can't just openly let anyone into my life only to chase them away!" She said and turned around from his gaze.
"Mali." Isaac whispered and Malia shivered. "Tell me." He urged.
He could feel her pain...but it wasn't emotional pain, it was physical.
"I'm sick." She whispered.
"What?" Isaac asked.
"I'm sick okay!" She glared back at him. He frowned.
"From what?"
Her heartbeat began pounding, faster than a average human or werewolf. Her blood was pumping.
She stared at the ground nervously.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered.
He frowned.
"I'm pregnant! I'm fucking pregnant!" She stated.
His eyes bulged.
She's-she's pregggnant?
"Oh." He mumured to himself. Malia groaned and sat on the bed, with her face buried in her hands.
Malia was pregnant...
With his baby?
"Shit." He muttered to himself and sighed. "Oh god!" He groaned. "Should we get married?"
Malia glared at him.
"Wow! Great! 'Should we get married' that's your reply." Malia growled as she got up.
"No! I mean." He stopped her. "That came out wrong, ugh..." He sighed.
It's funny how two simple words can fuck a person up so much.
"I'm just...I'm trying to process all of this. I'm going to be a dad and I don't know a clue about how it works because I never really had one." He stated.
Malia soon died down when she saw his worried face.
"Look, I just needed to tell you. You don't have to be in this." She said.
He glared at her as if she were crazy.
"Shut the fuck up!" He shouted. "I'm not letting you go through this okay! My father wasn't the ideal father, he was horrible but that doesn't mean I'm going to be that way to him." Isaac stated as he got up and overruling the fiesty coyote.
She didn't reply.
"I'm not going to be a father to that baby." He said. Malia frowned. "I'm going to be his dad..."
Malia couldn't help but slightly smirk at him.
"So it's a boy you say?" She questioned.
"Well of course it is. Who doesn't want a boy?" He questioned.
"I don't want to deal with another Isaac." She teased. He just grinned and smirked down at her.
"So-"
Malia placed a finger on his mouth and shushed him.
"Listen." He told him.
He obliged and then a slow but steady thudding ringed in his ears. It was beautiful.
"What is that?" He questioned in surprise.
Malia smiled and stared down at her stomach.
Isaac paid close attention to the thudding sound, -like someone was knocking on a door- and realized it wasn't a knock on the door. It was the fetus.
It was his baby...
Isaac widened his eyes.
"Is that even possible!" He questioned. Malia laughed and nodded. "Get out!" He chuckled as he bent down to her stomach and placed his ear against it to tune in to the beautiful sound.
He grinned like a fool and tears began streaming out of his eyes.
"Hey there little guy..." He muttered against her belly.
"Isaac don't be an idiot." Malia laughed and pulled him up.
Isaac stared down at Malia.
She brought his face down in a strong passionate kiss and he replied back by swiftly picking her up from the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushed the bags to the side and placed Malia gently on the bed.
They began tearing every cloth of their bodies off of each other and they spent the day and night in complete bliss.
They woke up the next morning together.
"I'm heading out of Beacon Hills for a while. Probably look for my mother." She told him as she was rested on his bare chest.
"Okay." He said.
"I want you to come with me." Malia said.
"Mali-"
"I know it's short noticed and you probably want to go to college with the rest but. I need you to come with me. I can't do it alone." She practically pleaded.
"I'd like to go with you." He replied. "We'll find your mom, I promise."
She smiled and placed a kiss on his chest.
They got ready and packed up, before saying goodbye to Malia's home and running of into the sunset...