(Merry Christmas, Brent! Happy Holidays! Hope you have a great one! Love you)

(Don't own Teen Wolf, Taylor Swift, nor her songs. Lyrics in bold italics)

Malia never imagined this. December was a month of joy, celebrations, beginnings... but also ends. Like the end of the holiday season, the end of the school year, the end of her pregnancy, the end of the year... and the end of her marriage if her husband did not wake up soon. Late in November, her husband Sheriff Stiles Stilinski had been chasing a lead, when things went really south, really quickly. Snow had been due at any given day, but this time the blizzard tat affected Beacon Hills every winter would come after what was nearest to the werecoyote. The only man she ever loved.

The car accident had been brutal, and, though faithful and still up and running, Roscoe did not offer much protection against the hard weather, nor were the tires the correct ones for such snow and ice. Malia allowed a small smile to form as she realized the memory sounded like a song from one of Stiles's favorite singers, Taylor Swift. Sitting next to her comatose husband, she held his hand as the lyrics and the memory of the crash took the forefront of her mind captive.

'In the city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell. I remember it all too well...'

She remembered how she had reacted, running scared towards the wreck, bare feet against the snow and ice, 8 month pregnant belly not slowing her down, adrenaline taking over. That animalistic instinct to protect those she proudly called hers urging her forward, against all odds. She knew that if he did not pull through, it would maim her, she knew that all too well. Draped around her shoulders sat a scarf, not for the warmth, but for the scent. It was his scarf. She donned his flannel too. His scent was comforting in his clothing. He lay next to her, clinging to life. The machines did the heavy work, he was sedated... It was not a pretty sight for someone who loved him and knew what was at stake. Even their future daughter, Taylor Allison Stilinski, was kicking angrily against her mother's stomach. It was then that Malia had an idea. She was not overly fond of singing, but it calmed her child and she knew Stiles could hear her. Auditory faculties were the last to go, if worse came to worst. Maybe sme of his favorite songs could bring him back. She began to sing a piece of 'Back to December' that was speaking to her now

'I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry...'

That had been the night he proposed. She had cried because of him before, though. He just hadn't seen her. She continued further, as the next words were hers as well

'Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming...'

She had to whisper the next part, choking up and changing some of the lyrics to fit her situation

"But if you lived again, I know I'll love you right"

She held his limp, lifeless hand against her belly, the scene becoming overwhelming. She racked her brain for more songs, believing they were working to bring him back to her. She sing-songed a few lines of one song that seemed fitting

'You're the reason for the teardrops on my guitar... The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart'

She stopped, voice hitched at her throat. He had squeezed her hand. He had also rubbed her belly. She looked at him, and began to cry in relief as her eyes met his, finally open for the first time in weeks. She never thought they'd have a last kiss, or imagined they'd end like this when he first fell into a coma, and she had been right. They'd be together forever and always. Once she could see him again after he was unhooked from wires, machines and monitors, he kissed her. She kissed him. And they both saw the sparks fly.