I see her laying there, so still, almost as if she were sleeping. I want to go in but I falter, unable to go into the one place that I really want to go to. Something moves in my arms and I glance down at the pale baby in my arms. She was the youngest of the three and she took after Shey the most. I loved her already, loved her eyes and her cheeks and the way she smiles at me instead of crying like the other two. She seems to know it and bats her gorgeous jewel-green eyes at me whenever she's awake. Little Addilyn Marie Hale, or Addi for short. She acts so calm and knowing, almost sheepish in a way, and I could see her mother in every movement and face she makes. Everyone teases me about how I haven't put little Addi down since she was handed to me. I just stick up my head and walk past them. I can't help it. I don't know why but I can't stand the feeling that something bad will happen to this precious child if I gave her to someone else.
Derek hasn't moved from his spot, hunched over and clutching Shey's hand like he expects her to die right then and there. He won't let anyone past the door frame and growls every time someone nears the bed. Melissa had cleaned her body up and put some of Derek's clothes on her. They hang from her gaunt frame, showing her every bone and muscle. Deaton said that was to be expected. "When a werewolf mother conceives and full-born werewolf, the mother never gains any weight. She may look like she did but, it's just the baby that gives her that look. Instead, three-fourths of the food and drink she intakes goes straight to the baby." Therefore, when she had triplets, it had taken most of any of her source of energy. "That's why we almost lost her." After thanking him, we began to do our duties for the alpha, cleaning up the house and making sure the triplets were taken care of while Derek watches the silent vigil over the unconscious alpha female.
"Stiles," Scott called softly and I turned away from the heart-breaking sight of the broken couple. "Stiles, your dad's looking for you." I nodded and turned to go to the phone line since my phone had died during the rush. "Stiles, give Addi to someone else. You've had your turn. Now, it's someone else's turn." I shake my head furiously and push pack him, heading straight for the phone and completely ignoring the looks of my friends. "Hey Dad," I murmur softly and Dad immediately started to ask a bunch of questions. "Look, Dad. I'm at Derek's place. Shey had her triplets but she almost died and she's still unconscious." "Okay. Well, Stiles, hurry home. Okay? I miss you." "I miss you too. Yeah, love you too. Bye."
