Whenever You're Ready

by ScaliaFics94

Scott and Malia have been relying on each other to pass the time until Graduation. When Malia comes over with Chinese she vents to Scott about her fears of the pack not staying together after Graduation. In the process of Scott reassuring her, he realizes something important about the werecoyote, that they have each other. SCALIA. (Scott and Malia)

25. Til The End of Time

The song for this chapter is Timothy Bloom ft V Bozeman - Til The End of Time

THEO'S POV:

After Scott and Lydia left we all did the best we could to hold things together. It was hard, but manageable.

Liam cleaned up after he made us breakfast. There had been something heavy on his mind for the past few days that I wanted him to tell me on his own, so I didn't push.

"I don't want you to be my first." He blurted out.

I sat at the kitchen and took that in, but I couldn't sort it out.

"I don't know how to take that, Liam."

He backtracked. "No, sorry. What I meant was, if I like you the way that I think I do then I want to be sure. And if I'm going to be sure that I'm okay with this life then I need to find that with another guy."

I looked at his presence. "You want to what? Date other guys to see if you're really gay?"

"Sort of."

My anger seeped out. "What? You're feelings for me are that breakable?"

He sighed. "Theo, it's not that...I like you, okay? I like you more than I ever thought I would and it's because you are my best friend that I'm scared that I'm confusing my feelings for you with how I love you as a friend. And I don't want that to be the case."

I let that settle in and stood.

"So I want to at least try to date other guys to see if that's what I want, if that's what I'm comfortable with."

"If you're not? You're just going to shove whatever you feel for me down and hide who you are?"

"If I'm not then I'll make it work." He moved closer, his hand grabbed mine. "I'm scared of what I feel for you. Not just because this changes everything for me, but because if it doesn't' work out then I'll have lost the most important person in my life." His body heat tapped into mine as he edged closer. "I don't want to lose you, Theo."

"Okay," I muttered.

"Okay as in you're okay with this?"

"Okay as in you do what you have to do but don't expect me to wait around for you to be sure you're gay enough to be with me out in public." I shoved him away. I headed for the door.

"Theo," He came after me.

"I told you at the wedding that you were worse than Dustin out of spite, I never realized how right I was."

He grabbed my shoulder. "Please, it's not like that."

"Then how is it, Liam? If I walk out that door you won't chase after me. If I kiss another guy in front of you, you won't do anything. Because you're ashamed of what you feel. To have two gay best friends you could not be more of a homophobe."

He shoved me backward until we were outside. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for a kiss that instantly left me breathless and made me hard. His tongue dominated mine in his attempt to prove me wrong.

When he pulled away slowly my eyes opened and I could see him with my coyote eyes. He looked at me with bleeding heart eyes.

"Do you believe me now?" He shrugged. "I'm not afraid to show others that I like you. I just want to be sure of what I'm feeling. Because if we're going to do this, I don't want to go back. I don't think I can."

I nodded. "You do what you have to." My hand found his shoulder and squeezed. "I'm not going anywhere. It's not like I can tell if another guy is hotter than you are at this point. You're probably as good as it gets for me."

He laughed. "Thanks, I feel so special."

A few weeks passed once I was back at my apartment. Things were calming down, but we still had a mountain of problems to deal with.

My phone rang from my bed, my hand instantly found it due to the fact my hearing was not even more heightened with my loss of sight. I rolled over as I answered, "Hello?"

"It's me, I'm on my way," Liam started. "I've got an Emissary, we're almost to your apartment."

I shot up. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, get yourself decent. We'll be up in about five minutes." He hung up.

With that bit of news, my eyes glowed blue. For the most part, I stayed in my apartment because I could see with my coyote eyes. Any other time I had to fumble around in public and I didn't fancy looking incapable one bit. So I stayed to myself to wallow as pitiful as that was. I couldn't paint the way I wanted to because I couldn't tell which color was which with infrared. I couldn't read because I oddly grew frustrated when I couldn't see the cover of a book in color. So I grew angry again for the first time in years. I wanted to make somebody pay for this. Someone who deserved it.

Once I brushed my teeth and threw on a shirt I headed for the kitchen to wash the few dishes in the sink.

Liam opened the front door with his key. "Hey,"

"Hey," I dried off my hands and walked over to them.

The Emissary stood before me. He extended a hand. "Dylan Cole."

I shook his hand. "Theo Raeken. Thank you for coming all this way to see me."

"Liam here didn't give me much of a choice." He eyed all of my half down paintings along the windows in the corner of the room.

I looked at Liam.

He gave a sheepish shrug, then said. "Maybe we should sit."

Liam and I sat on the couch while Dylan sat in a chair across from us.

"From my understanding, you've been blinded by a Kitsune."

I nodded.

"It's been a few weeks and your eyesight hasn't returned?"

"That's kind of why you're here," Liam said impatiently.

I rested a hand on his knee. "Relax."

He didn't push my hand away like I thought he would, he only rested his on top of mine.

I inwardly grinned.

"Typically, when someone of non supernatural abilities is blinded by the spit of a Kitsune then they won't recover from that. With supernatural creatures it's a bit of a guessing game. It works differently with every species and every set of DNA."

I cleared my throat. "So what you're saying is that I will eventually be able to see again?"

He nodded. "Sorry," He apologized. "Yes. However, how long that takes is completely up to your DNA. It could take weeks, months, or years. I've only ever known one person that was blinded up to the day they died much later."

Dread filled me, but unlike earlier I didn't feel unjust frustration. Maybe I deserved this. I was long over feeling like I was a monster that needed to be sent back to Hell...but I never truly felt like I atoned for my misgivings. Maybe this was it. I'd have to give up my art, but I could still read. Granted, I'd have to learn Braille, but I had nothing better to do with my time now. I should probably go the church or something.

"There's got to be a work around, another option, something." Liam's hand squeezed around mine. "Deucalion was healed by an Emissary of his blindness."

Dylan nodded. "Deucalion was spelled his blindness by an Emissary and it was taken away from the source. A Kitsune's spit is vastly different."

He sighed. "Surely there's gotta be something you can do?" His desperation filled the room.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." Dylan stood. "There's nothing that I or any other Emissary could do that would reverse your blindness, Theo. Your body will correct it on its own. I'll show myself out. I hope for your sake that your eyesight comes quickly. I truly am a fan of your work." He said before he left.

We fell silent.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," Liam knelt at my feet. "We'll get a second opinion."

My head shook. "That's not necessary."

"Theo, there's got-"

"Liam," I interrupted with a sigh. "There's not."

His head shook. "I don't accept that,"

My hand went to his face to pull him toward me. "You have to."

His eyes fanned over my face before they looked into mine. "I don't." He pulled away.

"Where are you going?"

He headed for the door. "To find another solution."

I went after him. "There is none. You just heard that."

"I'm not going to let you give up your art," He poked my chest. "I'm not going to let you give up your life, Theo. So deal with it."

I grabbed his bicep before he could leave. "You have to get back to your own life, Liam. You have to get back to school."

"I'll get back to school when you're sorted." He tore his arm away and left.

I hadn't expected him be back within a few hours, but he entered my apartment like it was so second nature, and I guess it was at this point.

He came to my bedroom where I laid on the bed lost in thought. He sat by my feet.

"I thought I told you to go back to school. Don't you ever listen?"

"I'm an Alpha, I don't have to listen to you," He gave a half grin. He placed a few shopping bags in between us. "You were right. I couldn't find another solution, so when I left the library I got you some things." He pulled out an array of new paints, brushes, and whatever else he thought I needed. "I did some research and I found out that there are a handful of artists that have lost their sight, too. They've found ways to keep doing what they love. John Bramblitt, have you heard of him?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he has really good work. Great use of color and texture."

"Did you know he was blind?"

I sat up to face him. "No, I've never met him. He's really blind?"

He nodded. "He said he was able to figure out perfect formulas for the colors he wanted. He figured out a way to use touch to sense where he was on the canvas and go from there. Now he was able to create those formulas for color because his paint tubes were braille." He pulled out two humongous books. "So I bought you some books on that so you could learn."

My heart swam with emotions. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward to tug my mouth on his in appreciation.

His eyes slowly opened, he gave a tiny grin. "What was that for?"

"You didn't have to do all that, but you did. So thank you."

"I have a date." He rushed out.

My happiness fled. "A date? Already?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Um, just this guy in my art class. He's been hitting on me for a while now and I figured why not see if there's something there."

My lips pressed together. "Well, good luck, I guess."

He stared at me. "Look, I know this is weird, but I'm trying to figure this out with what I have. I don't want to hurt you or for you feel like I'm playing games with you because that's the last thing I want to do with us."

"I know, Liam. Which is why I'm not angry. I get that you're discovering yourself. I want to be angry with you, but I had to do the same thing. When I realized how I felt about you once I knew I was gay I made myself be with other people to see if they could make me feel same way you made me feel. So I get it." I huffed. "I'm just worried in your case they will."

He was at a loss for words.

What could we really say that would make this somehow less awkward?

He looked down at his lap. "I can't promise you anything, Theo. But I do know that what I feel for you is defining. I won't forget it even if things do work out with someone else."

I knew that was supposed to make me feel better but it didn't. So I just nodded. "Good luck on your date."

"Thanks." He said awkwardly as he rose. His hand squeezed my thigh. "I'll call you later."

"Sure." My eyes on my lap.

He disappeared.

For the first time since this all happened I felt like crying.

So I grabbed my phone and called Malia. "Can we talk?"

A YEAR LATER

SCOTT'S POV:

Malia danced around our apartment in a pair of jean short shorts and a black knit crop top that showed off just how toned she was. Her dark brown hair was tied back into a low bun at the nap of her neck with a few of blonde highlights flying around her face.

Salt-N-Pepa's Shoop blasted from her speaker dock.

Her eyebrows wagged at me. "McCall, I know you want some of this."

Knowing that she only danced to 90's hip hop when she was extremely happy I felt fulfilled that I'd done something right by her.

She beckoned me to the dance floor.

"You don't want that." I folded my arms across my chest as I watched her in amusement.

Her hips enticingly swayed toward me, giving me a taste of what they could do. Well, I knew what they could do and it was all I could do not grab her by the hips, shove her on the counter, and show her just how much I loved her with my mouth.

She playfully shoved me back a few feet. "What, are you afraid I'll show you up?"

My brow arched. "Me? Afraid that you'd beat me at dancing?"

Her hand pulled out her bun, she she shaked her hair loose, then flipped head back. "Let's make it interesting? Loser buys dinner for the rest of the week?"

"Seeing as how I buy dinner anyway that's not very enticing."

She smiled. "Because you won't let me pay."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me with a grin on my face. "That's because if makes me feel like a man."

Her eyes rolled. "I make you feel like a man plenty." Her hand trailed down my shirt to my pants and grabbed me through my jeans. "Speaking of," She danced into a crouch, her hands unzipped my jeans with a look of hunger in her chestnut eyes.

My hand went to her hair.

She took me out of my boxers.

"I want to show you something."

She looked up at me. "Now?"

I thought on it. "Okay, maybe not this second, but soon."

She took me in her mouth and I came undone.

MALIA'S POV:

Scott had made me put on a blindfold as he ushered me into his truck, his hand held mine as he guided me up.

"I'm curious as to why I have to wear a blindfold. Are you asking me to Prom, McCall?" I teased. "If you are, then I'll totally say yes, but I think we're a little late."

He started the truck and we were off.

My thumbs twiddled in my lap. I guess I wasn't getting any information out of him.

The past year had its ups and downs. Mainly it was the blowback of the video and people not wanting to support us. If I had been a nobody that never left Beacon Hills there was a chance that the video of Scott attacking the Kitsune in the street never would've blown up like it did, but I was whoever I was to the world and it meant something that it happened to me, and that I was okay with it.

When I explained to my agent that I wanted to make music again she'd been ecstatic, and when I introduced her to Scott she slapped him then asked him if he was okay with cameras. If we were going to do this then he'd have to be. There were going to be a lot of people wanting answers about what happened, why I was still with him, and why my return to music involved my "abusive" boyfriend.

We figured that we couldn't wipe his slate clean, but we could give him something better to be recognized for and remembered by. First, we focused on the music. Because Scott's voice was deeper than it had been in high school his singing voice was a lot gravelier, very sexy I might add. Our voices and our music just worked together in a way that made so much sense. I never liked featuring in other artist's songs or having them in mine, it was all business. Their music just didn't connect with mine no matter how hard I tried I couldn't force it. With Scott, I didn't have to try at all. We did it effortlessly.

Our first couple of performances we had the occasional booing when Scott walked onto stage, but by the end of the first song the crowd always came around. Whether they could see that the couple in the video wasn't really us or if they finally connected with the music I wasn't sure, but we were glad that they at least gave us a chance like everybody else that's ever put themselves out there through music. We were the "new Civil Wars" by some people's standards. I didn't think we were quite as good as they were, but we weren't bad.

Scott suggested we tackle the video once we got a good following. People always wanted to know what they couldn't figure out. So we didn't deny the video per his request. We said that Scott had anger issues, something he'd been working on through his music. He said one day he hoped to reopen his studio's, but for now he had to focus on his mental health before he gave himself over to helping anyone else. People responded well to that. They loved that we attended domestic violence awareness events, that we raised money for those causes and donated a lot of what we made. Of course, there were still skeptics that believed if provoked he'd abuse me again, but for the most part I think people could see that we loved each other with everything we had and that showed in our music.

Just for my amusement, we released a cover album of songs I felt matched our experiences. Of course we recorded Almost Famous, Wicked Game because how could you not cover Wicked Game, Sandcastles, and a lot more. It was well received, but it was just for fun.

"How you holding up over there?" He asked.

My head rested on the window. "I'd be better if I didn't have to wear this itchy blindfold." I muttered.

"We're almost there." He promised. "Just a little further."

Excitement bubbled in me. "If we're going to that new Ben & Jerry's that I read about then you know me so well."

He laughed. "Not quite."

We pulled to a stop.

"Don't take it off yet. Here, let me help you out." He jumped out of his side to come help me down.

I cracked a grin. "If this is some new sex thing then I didn't peg you for a voyeur."

His hand led me forward after he closed my door. "You know I'd never want to shared you with anyone else."

That was true.

As evolved as Scott was as far as the male species went, he was still a man at his core. He wanted to feel like a man, he wanted me to believe he could fix things for me and us, and he wanted to claim his territory like any other man would.

"Scott," I followed after him. "I'm beginning to feel like this is going to be really anticlimactic."

He laughed. "Maybe." He planted me into place. "You can take off your blindfold now."

I did as instructed and the curious grin fell from my face. Tears immediately welled in my eyes. "This is what you've been coming back to town to do?"

My house stood before me. The house that I grew up in, came back to when he turned me back, and the house that I watched burn to the ground was in front of me.

My hand went to my mouth.

"I worried you'd follow me back and see what I was working on. Now I'm certain that you never did that."

I looked back at him. "You built this entire house by yourself?"

He nodded. "I wanted it to mean something." He said simply.

Before I could stop myself, I attacked him with a hug that would've broke a normal person's back.

"I take it you like it?" The smile evident in his voice.

My eyes gazed up into his. "This was more important than your blowjob."

He snorted a laugh. "About the same."

I turned back to the house and bounced in excitement. "Can I go check it out? Is it completely finished?"

"Go ahead."

My feet took off and before I knew it I was dashing through the house in every room. Every detail was the same, it was as if this was the original house.

"You even got the dip in the last step right from when we were wrestling and I fell." I praised.

He followed me outside with a satisfied look on his face. "I remember everything about you, about this house, about our lives together. And I was hoping that we could move in here when the time's right."

I pulled him outside onto the back patio. "I'd really love that."

The couch against the house was remarkably the same as the last. That was the only piece of furniture that I'd come across so far. We had yet to go upstairs.

It was odd that I could see my dad's grave from here. I stepped toward it a few feet. I never in a million years thought I'd be able to be this close to him again or live in this house for that matter. Scott had done the impossible once again.

"Wait, what do you mean when the time is right?" I turned around and stilled.

He was down on one knee with a little black box in his hands and a nervous gleam in his eyes.

"What is that?" I asked, a smile spread across my face.

He opened it to reveal an engagement ring so beautiful I could've passed out.

"Oh my God, this is really happening."

He gave me a look. "I haven't asked anything yet."

I gave him one back. "Well, hurry it up."

His eyes rolled. "Only you, Malia Tate, could tell a guy how to propose to you."

I fought my grin. "Sorry." I walked closer to him.

"Malia, It's by complete chance that you and I found each other. There are a lot of variables that if changed we would never have known each other. It's because of those variables that I'm extremely grateful that I got the chance to know you. From the moment that I saw you I knew that there was something about you that forever changed my life. And you did. You believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. You stood by my side in battle and in friendship. You made me realize that I could laugh. Because of that I realized just how right you were for me, even if you didn't see it at the time."

I laughed a laugh full of happy tears as I thought back to when he kissed me a few feet behind us all those years ago.

He grinned up at me. "Seven years I have loved you like I haven't loved anybody else. When I saw you in that diner two years ago I knew that I was completely screwed. And I still am because every day with you reminds me of what my life could be like without you in it. That thought alone scares that crap out of me. I want you in my life, Lia. Forever and always." His eyes searched mine. "Will you marry me, Malia Elizabeth Tate?"

I nodded through my tears. "Yes."

He took my hand in his and slid on the ring. He stood to tower over me, his eyes gazed into mine in complete satisfaction. "If you said no I don't know what I would've done."

My left hand came up to his face. "Have you met me? There was no way I was going to say no. Not to a lifetime with you, Scott."

His dimples popped out as he smiled down at me. "Malia McCall. How do you like the sound of that?"

"I think I'd like it better if my ring was bigger." I joked.

His brow arched. "In that case, I'll just take it back."

I stepped back from him, my hand behind my back. "You better not."

He moved for my hand as I dodged his attempts. "I'll just sell my truck and estate to buy you a bigger ring." He joked.

I pulled him into a headlock. "You touch my ring and I'll end you."

He scooped me into his arms. "Then that ring would be obsolete."

"Scott," I looked at the ring closely. "Is this your mother's wedding ring?"

He stilled. "Yeah, I had it resized and added a few touches to it. Is that okay? I mean, I know that it didn't bring her much luck, but she loved you and I love you." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "If you don't like it then I can get you another one honestly."

My eyes went to his. I pulled his head down for a kiss that would terminate any doubt of how much I loved this ring. "It's perfect." I muttered. My eyes widened. "I have to tell Stiles! And Lydia...Kira and Theo." I hopped out of his arms.

"Who do you think helped me make modifications to the ring?"

I looked at him. "They all knew?" And no one told me?!

He nodded with a hint of a grin. "It wouldn't have been a surprise if they told you."

Very true.

"Well, I promised him he'd be the first one I told when it happened so," I reached for my phone. I bounced on my feet as he answered.

"Hey,"

"I'm getting married!"

He chuckled. "Finally,"

My eyes rolled, but he was right.

"Congrats and I love you, now here's Lydia because I know you're dying to talk to her." He handed her the phone.

"He asked you?" She demanded.

I nodded even though she couldn't see it. "Yes!"

We screamed in unison like a sorority girls excited for a mixer.

"Okay, you have to come over so we can celebrate properly! And Kira's on her way because we planned a big night of booze and gossip. We might even watch Dirty Dancing. And Hayden is flying in tomorrow and Theo said he'd be here any minute with his wedding planning magazines so that will be fun."

This was going to happen. Scott and I were going to get married. As in the rest of our lives together, with possibly a family at some point. Who was I kidding? I was going to demand at least one kid five years into our marriage. That would give us enough time to get used to being married and do whatever else we wanted to do alone together Baby names. We had to pick out baby names. And floral arrangements. A dress. I had to get a dress. Where were we going on our honeymoon? What if something tragic happened that prevented any of that from happening?

"Malia, you there?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Malia?"

Fear set in. Things usually didn't work out in my favor, things that mattered anyway. Why would this be any different?

She muttered something to Stiles.

Scott took the phone from my hands. "Hey, she'll call you back later." He turned me to him and sat me down on the couch in his lap.

I looked to him, afraid what was on my face or in my eyes or what he could smell.

"I'm scared, too." He admitted.

We watched each other.

"I've thought about asking you a million times and every time that nagging fear stopped me. I thought that being that happy with you, getting married and starting a family with you, was too out of the question. That something would get in our way because something always gets in our way." His gaze searched mine warily. "But then I realized the longer I waited the less time we'd have together, possibly being even happier, the less time we'd have as husband and wife, and the less time we'd have to spend with our children."

"You want more than one?"

His face lowered as he smiled his dimpled smile. "I want as many as you'll give me, but if you only want one then that's okay with me."

I bit my lip to hide my grin. A bunch of little Scott's running around would be so cute.

"Now if you don't want to do this, then we don't have to. We can wait until whenever you're ready."

My heart dipped.

My hands went to his face. "Scott Alejandro McCall, I want to marry you. I want to live in this house with you and whoever else we bring into this world. I'm not scared of starting a life with you. I'm scared that I'm going to get a taste of it and lose it somehow."

He nodded. "I get it. Trust me, I get it. But if I'm going to die in the next two years or five then I want to do that married to you."

That was morbid, but oddly romantic.

"You better not plan on dying or I'll kick your ass."

He grinned. "You're one to talk."

I stared in shock.

He laughed. "I'm kidding."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He dipped me so that I hovered over the cushions as he held me, his mouth lingered by mine. "So is that a yes?"

"What will you do if I say no?" I challenged.

His eyes glowed red. "Then I'd have to find other ways to convince you to say yes."

"Hmm," My eyes ran over his face. "I think I still need some convincing."

"Yeah?"

I nodded with a deviant smirk. "Yeah."

He kissed my neck as his skilled hands tickled me.

"Scott," I laughed while I tried to get away from his lap, but he had me in his clutches and wasn't letting go of me. "Okay, okay. I give in."

He pulled me to his lap so that I straddled him. "Already? That didn't take much convincing."

"Well, I thought you had something else mind. Something with your tongue." I grinned.

His brow rose. "That could be arranged."

My arms draped over his shoulders. "I'd like that, but as your fiance I must request that we focus on something else before we get married."

"What is that?"

"I want to help you reopen your studios."

His forehead creased together. "And I will at some point, I do want to be married to you as soon as possible, so that can wait. I was thinking the next three months."

I rested my forehead against his. "I know that you enjoyed our last year together as much as I have, but I also know that your heart is in your studios. You want to teach those kids and I respect that so much, which is why I won't marry you until we get them back up and running."

A sigh left him. "I can easily make you agreeable."

I grinned. "If by agreeable you mean getting Stella to hound me about the wedding then I think I can resist her charms."

"Maybe, but there's no way you'll be able to put off Theo for very long. He started us a wedding registry ten minutes after I told him. So unless you're willing to fight him and Lydia on it then I think you're going to lose this one."

"I can be pretty stubborn."

He nodded. "I know. So can I, which is why I prepared to be chaste until we get married."

I made a face. "I'm calling your bluff, McCall."

"No bluff here. I'm serious and I'll do whatever it is I have to do to be your husband as quick as possible."

My smile shined through. "There's no way you'd hold out for a week let alone months."

His deadpan expression said otherwise. "No sex."

"Okay," My hands raised. "No need to get rash. Let's talk about this."

"Marry me and we can."

"Three months? Scott, that's like impossible. How are we going to plan a wedding in three months?"

"We just need a venue and food. I assumed we were only inviting the pack. Did you want to invite anybody else? Ben and Jenn probably still hate me so I didn't think they'd want to come."

I thought about it and he was right. Who else would come to our wedding and actually understand what we've been through? Who else would appreciate our union as much as the pack did? Let's face it, this was it.

"But," His hands ran up and down my back. "If you want a big wedding then we'll have a big wedding."

My head shook. "No, you're right. This doesn't have to be an expensive fancy event that costs more than it's worth." I grinned at his hurt look. "You know what I meant. I would even be happy with going down to City Hall and getting married."

He considered it, then sighed. "As much as I'd love for that to be an option, I know that you want a wedding. I've seen you staring at the magazines in the grocery store and nail salon. You're not very subtle." He chuckled. "I've seen how you look at bridal shops. And I want all of that for you."

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He hugged me to him. "I've lived it and it wasn't great." He muttered.

NINE MONTHS LATER:

I was glad I talked Scott into waiting because the inner romantic in me wanted to get married on the anniversary of our kiss. He immediately recognized the date even though I didn't think he would, and that's what made him agree to wait for our wedding. I wanted to have it at our new house or his family home, but the guest list grew once news of our engagement broke to the media. It was hard to say no to managers, supporters, and friends from the business. We settled on having it in Napa Valley. His wine business partners had been the only ones that didn't drop their faith in him after the video released so we wanted to pay respect to that. Plus, it was simply gorgeous.

Hayden curled my hair so she could put it in an intricate updo I picked out from Pinterest. Lydia carefully applied my makeup.

Kira paced the room as she sipped on her mimosa. "Why am I so nervous? I'm not even the bride."

I grinned. "Relax, Kira. Isaac won't rub his date in your face. I promise you he doesn't like her how he loved you."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not worried his little date." Jealousy seeped into her voice.

We all looked at her and smirked.

"Screw you guys,"

We laughed.

"If you want to get back together with Isaac then do it. He would be thrilled."

She waved it off. "No, he's moved on."

Lydia gave a fake laugh. "That's rich. You know that man is still in love with you and he never stopped." She teased.

"Then why does he have a date?" Kira questioned.

My eyes rolled. "Maybe because you told him you didn't want to go with him, idiot."

She gave me a look.

I laughed. "Come on, don't be upset. Just dance with him and see where it goes. Now stop pacing because you're making me more nervous on my wedding day than I already am."

"You'll do fine." She promised.

"With my luck I'll trip and fall."

"And I would so laugh." Theo entered the room.

My excitement spiked. I shot up to hug him.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He hugged me back. "Sorry it took me so long, Scott was freaking out."

My eyes widened. "Why was he freaking out?"

"He thought you'd be freaking out and wouldn't want to get married." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I assured him that he was crazy. You're welcome."

I blew out a heavy breath. "Thanks."

"You're getting married in less than an hour. Are you ready?"

I nodded exuberantly. "So ready."

"Where's your honeymoon going to take place?" Kira asked.

I went back so Hayden could finish my hair. "We haven't decided yet. We figured we'd go to the airport and pick a place."

"When are you moving into the house? Do you think you'll continue to make music? I think people will like that." Hayden pointed out.

"I'm not sure."

"So kids, how long before you have those?" Lydia asked.

I blushed. "Guys, I don't know. Can you stop asking me questions I can't know the answers to. Whenever it happens it happens." I rushed out.

They stared at me.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I'm just freaking out."

Theo came before me. "Don't you dare second guess this wedding. We all put a lot of work and personal time into this wedding. You deserve this, Malia. You and Scott are perfect for each other and backing out because you're scared only hurts you both. He's scared too, but it's a good scared." He nodded. "So suck it up."

I nodded.

"You got this."

"I got this." I assured myself.

When it was time for the wedding to start everyone flitted to their rightful places.

Peter entered the room with a huge smile on his face. He placed a kiss on my cheek. "You look so beautiful, sweetheart."

I grinned. "Thank you, dad. Thank you for walking me down the aisle."

"I'm honored that you asked." He grabbed my hands. "I know that I will never replace Henry. I know that it took a lot for you to be able to trust me and let me into your life. That means more to me than you can ever know."

"Peter, you've been good to me the past two years. You've been good to Scott and the pack. And you've been good to Stella. You're a good father. I'm glad you're walking me down the aisle and if Henry was here he'd tell me to let you do it. That was the kind of man he was."

He got misty eyed. He held his arm out for me to take. "It's our cue. You all set?"

I nodded as I looped my arm around his.

Beautiful music played while we descended the aisle.

Hushed gasps and whispers of approval filled the background. My attention fell solely on Scott. He looked so incredibly handsome in his tuxedo. His face was clean shaven, like it was when we were younger, but his features displayed how much older he was now.

My arm tightened around Peter's and he patted my arm in reassurance.

Scott gazed at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. His hands covered his mouth.

Stiles and Theo laughed at him.

Lydia shot them looks to shut up and they did.

Peter handed smoothly me off when I gripped him tighter. Nerves practically suffocated me when I stood face to face with Scott.

"You look...breathtaking." He whispered.

I grinned up at him. "So do you."

He held tears in his eyes as he stared at me.

My hand reached up to wipe them away. "You ready?"

"Whenever you're ready."

We skipped our vows, we didn't need to promise how we'd be there for each other moving forward. That was explicit in every aspect of our relationship and friendship. We didn't need to speak those promises in front of everyone to prove our love.

He first slid my wedding ring on my finger, then I slid his on.

I couldn't focus on the minister because I was so wrapped up in Scott. Our eyes were locked the entire time.

He winked at me.

I blushed and smiled.

"I do." He spoke.

The minister looked at me with expectant eyes.

"What?"

"It's your turn to say I do." Scott muttered as he grinned at me.

I broke my gaze away from him.

Everyone chuckled in amusement.

"I so do." I said as sure as I've ever been about anything in my entire life.

Scott laughed along with others.

The minister said some other things before he said. "You may kiss the bride."

Our lips met briefly, then we wrapped our arms each other in an embrace that said more than any kiss could. I don't think it really shocked anybody that this was our version of events.

Everything went by so fast I didn't know what happened. One minute we were standing hand in hand as husband and wife and the next we were off down the aisle shaking people's hands. I quickly went to change into my dress for the after party as the sun began to set. Scott and I had thought it would funnily cute for us to do the dance from Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud music video as it played. My dress wasn't as revealing as the girl's in the video was, but it allowed me plenty of room to achieve the moves with confidence.

Stiles went up to the stand. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a special treat for you. The lovely couple decided to grace us with a dance performance. Let's welcome them to the dance floor." He clapped his hands.

The crowd welcomed us.

Scott took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. A few women whistled while I laughed at his embarrassment. We slowly walked to each other as the music played.

"When your legs don't work like they used to before. And I can't sweep you off of your feet. Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?"

I walked away, he pulled me back so that I was against his chest. We'd practiced this dance many times, but none of them felt as real as this did.

"And I just wanna tell you I am."

With my back against his chest my arm went around his neck as our faces hovered next to each others. His hand splayed across my stomach.

"So, honey, now. Take me into your loving arms. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. Place your head on my beating heart. I'm thinking out loud. Maybe we found love right where we are."

We sank to the floor.

"When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades."

He pulled me to his chest.

"And the crowds don't remember my name. When my hands don't play the strings the same way,"

He played the guitar with my leg.

We grinned at each other.

A few people laughed.

"Mmm...I know you will still love me the same."

I flipped and twirled and did everything else he taught me. My legs and arms wrapped around him as he spun around.

"That, baby, now."

I slid down his body, my eyes locked onto his.

"Take me into your loving arms. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. Place your head on my beating heart. Thinking out loud. Maybe we found love right where we are oh, oh. I'm thinking out loud. But maybe we found love right where we are. Oh, baby, we found love right where we are."

Our hands intertwined. I hopped to the side. He hopped to the side and I pulled him back to me.

"And we found love right where we are."

We gazed at each other, lost in what we had.

An applause cut into our moment.

"That was so cute." Hayden came up to us as people filtered in the dance floor. "Congratulations."

I hugged her. "Thanks."

Lydia cried as she came up with Stiles. "That was beautiful."

Stiles rubbed her back, amused at his wife for being such a sap. He looked at me. "Can I have a dance?"

I looked up at Scott. "I'll have to run it by my husband first." I teased. "He gets very jealous."

He playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess it's okay."

Stiles slapped his shoulder. "You're a good man." He whisked me away.

I laughed. "You better be careful before you have an angry brother on your hands." I took the lead.

He grinned. "I'll keep that in mind. You look exquisite by the way. This whole wedding is beautiful." His eyes grew watery. "And I'm so relieved that you found someone so right for you in the ways that I wasn't."

My eyes softened. "Stiles, you'll always be my first love. That's never going to change. Scott's just the love of my life."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He looked off to the side. "I know that you guys have the house now, but you might not stay here to live full time. I just wanted you to know that we missed you guys while you were gone and it would really suck if decided to move away again."

Scott and I had talked about possibly getting another house in LA if we decided we wanted to keep making music, but we figured we'd keep the apartment we had there to stay in if we wanted to travel back and forth in the future. The house was beyond perfect for us. We'd have to furnish it, but it was basically move-in ready.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. We're comfortable here. And we missed you guys, too." A bead of guilt grew in me. "I wanted to be there for you with everything-"

He cut me off. "No, it's okay. I agreed with Lydia. We all did. You and Scott needed that time together."

I grinned softly. "Still. I'm glad you're more you now."

He nodded. "Yeah, it took me a while, but I missed the girls so much. So I pulled myself together, with Kenzie's help of course."

"Is it still hard?"

He nodded. "It's not as intense as when it first happened, but it's still there."

Stella came up with Scott. "Can I cut in?" She asked and reached for her dad.

"Of course," I told her. "Stella, thanks for being our Flower Girl."

She nodded. "It was fun." She looked so adorable in her purple dress.

"Can I cut in?" Scott asked with his arms held out for me.

My hands slid into his.

He took the lead and whisked us across the dance floor.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you've done this before." I joked.

"Maybe a time or two." He played along. "So where do you want to go, Mrs. McCall?"

"Anywhere with my husband." I beamed. "I'm never going to get tired of saying that."

He laughed, his dimples as deep as I've ever seen them. His hand moved to the small of my back to pull me closer. "Here's hoping you don't." He pressed his lips to mine.

My knees grew weak.

He held me up. "I'm never going to get tired of doing that to you."

I smiled against his neck. "Don't ever let me go, okay?"

"What made you think you had an option?" He teased.

THEO'S POV:

I tipped back my flask as I leaned against the bar.

The bartender raised his brow at me.

"What?" I demanded. I pushed off it to head for the food table.

Someone intersected my path.

I could tell it was Liam right away from his scent, plus he gave off a heat signature that I grew accustomed to. And your body reacted a certain way to someone you had feelings for and I had a lot of feelings for him.

"Hey," He said.

"Hey," I side stepped him.

He stood in the way again. "Do you want to dance?"

My brow arched. "Seriously?"

His hand grabbed mine and pulled me along. "Seriously." He wrapped a hand around my waist and the other held my hand while he took the lead.

I cleared my throat. "Won't your date think jealous?" I teased.

"I sent him home." He paused. "I ended things with him."

I nodded. "Are you okay?"

He pulled me closer. "Aren't you going to ask why we broke up?"

I sighed. "Okay, I'll play along. Why'd you break up?"

"Because you exist." He said as if it were as simple as that. "I was upfront with Darius about what our arrangement was, when I realized that I go be even the tiniest bit happy with him in public or private and not question anything I knew that I could have that with you." His hand on my waist raised to my neck. "If you still want that?"

I stopped dancing. "You want to talk about this now, here in front of all these people?"

"Wasn't that sort of the point of all of this? For us to be able to have a couple's fight in public?" His voice riddled with amusement.

I gave a small laugh. "Is that what this is?"

"If you'd let it be. I want to fight with you more about whatever, disagree with you on whatever, I don't care. I just want to be with you, Theo."

A smile found my face. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'll go with you on one date and if it doesn't work out-"

He brought my face down to his, his lips attacked mine. He kissed me with a certainty that this was what he wanted, that he'd wanted this for some time, and now that he had it he didn't want to let it go. When he pulled away he said, "It'll work out."

My eyes drifted open with the realization that the darkness that I grew so used to was leaving, replaced by distant blurry figures. I squinted, then blinked a few times.

"Theo?" Liam asked. "What's wrong?"

My hand went to his shoulder to steady myself. "My eyes," I tried to focus on something, but it was too hazy. "I think I can see again." My jaw clenched as I looked at different distant objects.

"Hey, look at me." He came into view. "Focus on me until it becomes clearer."

I nodded slightly. My gaze zeroed on him until things weren't so blurry. His face filled my vision. His baby blue eyes soon stared back into mine.

Relief washed over him. "You can see me?"

"I can see you." I breathed out a shaky breath, my hands grabbed his face, and I kissed him in the way I've wanted to do these past few years.

SCOTT'S POV:

Malia and I finished the last of the unpacking as we moved into our new home. Building this place was exhausting, but I loved every minute of it. It was all worth it to see the look on her face. One little moment of happiness she felt because of me would make me do just about anything to get it for her.

We sank down on the couch with a bottle of wine while we relaxed.

"This place isn't bad," She nodded in appreciation. "We did okay." She leaned into me. "For our first house."

I cracked a grin. "I'd say we did more than okay. How many houses do you want? Because I'll build them." I half joked.

She placed a hand on my chest then looked up at me. "I just want you." Her ringed hand came up to my face. "That's all I need to be happy."

"So you don't want your teaching job back? I heard you on the phone yesterday."

She looked away.

"I think you should take it. Granted you won't have the same kids, but they'd still look up to you. Besides, I won't feel so guilty for focusing on getting my studios back up and running."

"I'll think about it. I just want to focus on us for the time being."

I grinned. "I knew you'd be a clingy wife."

She laughed. "You love it."

"I do." My mouth went to her neck. "Hmm, you taste like vanilla and cinnamon." I licked, nipped, and sucked at her skin.

She giggled. "You better be careful," I straddled his lap. "Before we have a whole litter of pups running around here."

I moved her against my lap. "I'm okay with that."

"I'm not." She met my gaze.

Worry grew in my eyes.

"Not yet. We just got married Scott," Her hand went to my hair and tugged. "I want you all to myself for a while. So we can do this on the couch or the counter or the roof if we want, so we can go any place we want and do whatever we want."

I flipped us over on the couch, my eyes glowed red. I unbuckled my jeans. "That's the thing though, Lia." My body rubbed against hers which made us both moan. "What I want is for me to breed you." I slid inside of her. "What I want is for you to walk around here with a big belly and filled to the brim with my seed."

"Oh God." She bit her lip, but she understood that this was a roleplaying session.

"What I want for you is to call me daddy." I slammed all the way inside her.

She cried out as she nodded. "Yes, daddy."

Time flew when you were having fun, that remained true our marriage. Before we knew it we were six months into our marriage. It was Halloween, our first Halloween married, and I had a surprise for my wife.

She went all out with decorations even though I told her not many people would be making the trip all the way out here for a few pieces of candy. I let her have her fun. The house was webbed and spidered appropriately with the occasional witch, ghost, and vampire. We carved a few jack-o-lanterns earlier, which I've never done, so I was terrible at it. Of course, she was fantastic at it.

We dressed as Bonnie and Clyde, something I picked out.

Now I just had to give her my gift. When I found a pregnancy test in the trash a few weeks ago I didn't freak out. We'd been having much more sex lately, so it was normal to be cautious. But when I found another the other day in the kitchen trash I knew that she had missed her period for sure and that she hadn't told me because she was probably scared or nervous.

"Lia," I called her.

She came from the bathroom naked. "Yeah?"

My wolf wanted to jump on her, but I restrained myself. I grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her.

She smirked. "What did you want, McCall? I've got to finish getting ready."

"Uh..." I headed for the bed. "I've got something for you. For us both really." I reached under the bed and pulled out a box, then handed it to her.

She opened it with a smile on her face. She pulled out one Beacon Hills High Lacrosse jersey and read the back. "Papa McCall." She handed it to me with a wary look. She held up the other one. "Mama McCall." She looked at me with worry then went to sit on the bed.

I followed her. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be excited about this." My hands grabbed hers. "Isn't this what we wanted from the beginning?"

She nodded, tears grew in her eyes. "I'm scared."

My hand went to wipe her tears away. "I'll be there beside you through everything." I promised.

"You'll be a great dad. I'm scared that I'll be a terrible mother. What if I turn out like Corinne? What if something happens, I lose it, and I try to kill it, Scott?"

My head shook. "No, I'm not going to let that happen. You are not your mother, okay?"

She nodded.

"You don't have a spiteful bone in your body, Malia. I'd know." My hands cupped her face. "I see how you are with Stella and your kids at school. You want this. You're going to be a wonderful mother. Even though you can't cook."

She laughed through her tears.

"And it's not like either of us know how to be parents. We'll go through this together like we always do." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "You're pregnant. We're having a kid."

Her grin shined through. She nodded. "We're having a kid."

"We're having a kid!" I shouted.

She laughed. "We're having a kid!"

I jumped up on the bed. "We're having a kid!" I jumped up and down.

Her eyes rolled, but she joined me regardless. "We're having a kid!"

SIXTEEN YEARS LATER:

MALIA'S POV:

"Alex, come on!" I shouted from the kitchen. "You're going to be late. Grab your sister."

Mel ran down the stairs. "I can drive myself to school, mom."

I turned to her and folded my arms across my chest. "With what licence?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, I've got my permit."

"No," I handed her her lunch. "Not until you've raised your grades."

She let out an exasperated sigh only an angsty teenager could. "Dad!"

"Don't you dare bring your father into this, Melissa." I warned.

Scott had already jogged down the stairs behind Alex. "Let the girl drive to school, alright?"

I shot him a look. "Just because you're an Alpha doesn't make you the Alpha parent."

He grinned. "Of course not," He came to kiss my cheek. "But you've got to loosen the leash. The kids can take care of themselves."

We looked back at Melissa to find her fretting over a split end and Alex scratching his butt.

"Yeah, ready for the world they are." I commented.

He engulfed me into a hug. "You know, I used to think you'd be the fun parent and I'd be the one with a stick up my ass."

My demeanor softened. "I don't have a stick up my ass."

Alex coughed. "You sure bout that?"

Melissa laughed.

They pounded their fists together.

Scott shot them both a look. "Shut up the both of you."

They rolled their eyes.

He turned back to me, his hands went to my waist. "How about we let Lissa drive your car to school and when she comes back she's grounded until her grades raise?"

"What?!" She demanded.

I laughed. "You know, I like that idea." I stuck my tongue out at her.

She gaped.

Alex died of laughter.

Scott and I pulled her to us.

My hand grabbed her by the chin. "We're kidding, honey." I placed a motherly kiss on her mouth. "But you seriously need to bring your grades up. If your father and I could do it while running around saving Beacon Hills you can do it." I glanced at Alex on his phone. "If your brother can do it you can do it."

He looked up and held his arms out. "Dad!"

Scott chuckled. He waved him over.

Alex reluctantly walked to us.

Scott and I attacked him with parental kisses.

He struggled to get away. "Alright, alright."

We let them go.

Scott grabbed Mel's shoulders. "If you're going to be the Alpha then you need to step up your responsibilities. Staying up talking with Liles all night isn't part of those responsibilities. Do I have to tell Lydia and Stiles to confiscate his phone and laptop?"

She huffed. "We're just friends, geez."

"Oh," I commented. "Your father and I were just friends and look how that ended up." I teased. I poked her.

She swatted my hands away. "Mom," She complained.

I laughed. "It's okay if you like Liles, sweetie. He is pack. And he looks up to you."

"You mean he looks up to her boobs." Alex muttered.

Scott's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"

Mel rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, I never thought I'd be begging to go to school." She headed for the door with Alex in tow.

"Love you," We said simultaneously.

They slammed the door shut behind them.

Yup. That was parenthood.

Our black cat jumped on the counter and trotted to us.

Scott petted her.

"At least we know Allie Cat loves us." I kissed her head.

She meowed and jumped off the counter. Suddenly she transformed into a woman who stood completely naked in our house.

Scott quickly turned away.

I took off my jacket and covered her.

"I would say how is that possible but..." He muttered.

"You've been our cat this entire time?" I questioned.

She shook her head her black curls shook with it. Her green eyes contrasted beautifully with her dark complexion. "Your cat is tucked away in your linen closet. My name is Alexia and I've come to give you a message."

My hand went to Scott's arm. "What message?"

"You cheated death, Malia Tate." Her voice filled with malice. "You never should've been brought back to life."

Scott and I shared a worried look.

"What does that mean?" He questioned, his body angled in front of mine.

Alexia stepped forward. "It means you were given a life that you shouldn't have lived. God is angry with you."

"Allison said that I was given-"

"Allison lied!" Her eyes grew even greener. "She manipulated the system to her own advantage and for that she'll pay dearly."

My head shook. "I don't understand. What are you here to do? Kill me again?"

Scott growled. "Touch her and die."

"Threatening an Angel, very stupid of you." She glared at him.

My hand squeezed his. "Calm down."

He looked down at me with wild eyes. "She's not killing you."

She laughed darkly. "No one's killing anybody. We're simply correcting the aberration. You'll be living a parallel life. Nothing will be the same. And whether or not you live or die this time is completely up to Him."

"Parallel lives as in a parallel universe?"

"Precisely."

His head shook. "We're not going anywhere."

She stepped forward. "You don't have a choice in the matter. Frankly, I'm upset it took this long for us to be able to do anything about it. Paperwork, you know."

Scott and I stared at each other.

"What about the kids?" I demanded.

"Nothing will be the same." She held her hand up.

He reached forward. "Wai-"

She snapped her fingers.

SCOTT'S POV:

Stiles and I walked to our first day of classes for our junior year.

"I'm telling you, Professor Wert is hands down the best African American Lit professor in the whole state. He's received a bunch of awards for his writing. He's married to the like the great great great great niece of Angela Davis or whatever." He pushed his glasses up on his nose, then waved at someone.

Allison ran up to us. "Can you guys believe that we got Dr. Wert at this school? How lucky are we?" She held her hand up.

Stiles slapped it.

I grinned, but it felt wrong on my face so I let it fall.

The sadness that followed me around like a dark cloud hovered over my friends.

"Hey, how about we get lunch after class before I have to go to the tutoring center?"

Stiles looked puzzled. "It's the first day of classes. People can't study that little bit on their own before they decide they need help?"

She shrugged. "I'm still getting paid so I don't care."

We walked into class.

"McCall," Reggie, one of my teammates called from the top row of seats.

A few people clapped for me.

I waved them off in good nature.

"You're not that good at Lacrosse." Allison rolled her eyes.

Stiles scoffed. "You're just jealous that they wouldn't let you try out for the women's division."

"How was I supposed to know it was too late?"

"Maybe because we're already in college, Allie." He threw at her.

She plucked his beanie off his head.

He gave her a look.

She ran up the stairs with it.

He followed her in mock annoyance.

I sat in middle row, right in the middle seat. That was my thing, I wasn't sure why, but I liked being in the middle of everything.

The class slowly filled with more students.

I spotted a few girls I sort of knew in passing from parties enter the room. Lydia and Kira were really popular with the athletic teams. Not because they were easy, they were just really down to party.

Stiles and Allison sat on either side of me.

I noticed a girl with short brown hair I'd never seen before on their side.

"Who's that? Is she new?" Stiles asked from my right.

"It's not like you have a chance with her, Stilinski." Allison teased from my left.

The girl with brown hair met my gaze and for a moment there was something so recognizable about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

She tore her eyes away to be seated next to her friends towards the front of the class.

Maybe I saw her at a party or passed her in the halls? No. I'd remember a face like that. So why did it seem so familiar?

Dr. Wert slid into class almost ten minutes late, his white and gray hair the most notable thing about him. "Evening," He spoke with a deep gravelly voice that you could tell has been through life.

We jumped into discussion after he briefly went over the syllabus. We talked of Gwendolyn Brookes, Margaret Walker, Melvin Tolson to start off, how their works pioneered writing today and helped broadcast the message of the inner city black experience from the 20's forward.

"I'm assuming only a handful of you remembered to read Black Boy by Richard Wright." He slowly paced the front of the class. "Any of you care to share your thoughts?"

Silence filled the room as to be expected.

"Richard lived his life as an outsider among his family, among his own race, and among anyone he came across whether he connected with them through intellect or skin color. He never felt like he belonged anywhere truly. The only things he focused on were escaping the south and writing what people didn't even want to talk about. Because of that he was a realist and a revolutionary." I said.

Everyone's eyes left me as they turned around.

Dr. Wert look impressed. "Well, I'm glad he made an impression you Mr...?"

"McCall."

The brown haired girl stilled in her seat.

Dr. Wert nodded. "Thank you, Mr. McCall. I hope you're as forth sharing the rest of the semester." He offered a kind grin. "Anybody else?"

Someone else chimed into the discussion.

The girl cautiously looked to the window, then slid her eyes to mine in question.

I held her gaze, wondering if she too questioned what I questioned. Did we know each other?

She looked away once satisfied with the answer she had in her mind.

Stiles nudged me with his elbow. "What was that?"

I shrugged. "Nothing." But I continued to stare at her, determined to figure it out.

A/N: SO THIS IS IT YALL for Whenever You're Ready. As you probably wondered the next fanfiction will work as a spin-off installment (that sounds pretentious my God) of this. To clarify if there's any confusion, Scott and Malia don't remember each other. No one knows they life they had in the "canon" universe and the next fanfiction will be a continuation of this story. I haven't decided what it'll be called yet, but when I post it I'll let yall know in here! :D Thanks to everyone who supported me and took the time to give me feedback on this fic. I'm really proud of myself for actually finishing this one! I've got like seven more I haven't come close to finishing haha. SO PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT/REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKED THE FINAL CHAPTER OR THE STORY AS A WHOLE :)