Author's note: Oh God, I was in debit with you guys, wasn't I? I'm finally back and now that I have one less fic to worry about, I think I'll be able to finish this one and go back to posting once a week. Will I? Well, time will tell.

I hope you guys like this new chapter and if you remebered of me and this fic of mine, I need to thank you.

I'll try and be a better writer for you, people. And now for the chapter, that's what really matter.

10. Unity

When Stiles came home after a rough lacrosse training, Malia was fine and beautiful, even though she looked a bit tired. She was cooking some mac and cheese, listening to rock 'n roll on the radio (the Rolling Stones' Satisfaction was on) and singing along very off key. Malia loved music – especially the ones she remembered from pre-turning -, and he tried to teach her a few singing tricks, but she couldn't care less. She simply liked to sing her music.

She announced that dinner was almost ready and he decided to take a shower before anything else.

After dinner, she put on The Avengers, because Hulk was her new favorite character and they watched it with no interruptions until close to the end, when the Sheriff called telling that he wouldn't be back anytime soon, for there had been a car crash.

"Are you okay?" he asked when the final credits showed up and Malia assented not meeting his eyes and skipping the video to the end where they could see the bonus scene.

"Told you I just needed to rest." And then she looked at him and smiled.

They just looked at each other for a long moment, completely forgetting the TV and Stiles realized right there and then that he loved her. He loved her and he couldn't picture his life without her – which was so crazy! How wouldn't it be? They were so young. Sure they'd seen a lot in life, but there was so much more to see and so many people to meet.

Yet, it sounded truthful, the feeling inside him: that such beautiful girl cared about him and counted on him to be her boyfriend, enjoyed to wake up by his side every morning.

"I love you quite a bit, Stiles." Malia said, a reference to a TV show they watched together not long before. There was nothing he could say back, so he gently kissed her.

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They made love.

She didn't need to ask and they didn't need to rush. She craved her nails in his back as if there was another way to be one and he kissed her dearly, deeply, curiously, rediscovering every bit of her. Invested.

Before 10 p. m. they were completely exhausted. Unable to let go of Stiles, Malia lay with her head on his chest, listening close to his heart beat and slowly falling asleep.

"Malia?" Stiles called and she hummed a yes. He waited until she looked up at him. "I love you too."

The werecoyote girl smiled sleepy and happy.

It was their last good day.

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