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"It sounds like he's building a space craft up there" Kayla commented, unable to bite her tongue anymore as she looked up from her cereal, staring at the ceiling where the bangs and knocks were coming from, "he does know I'm carrying a baby and not an alien right? We don't need a Clark Kent super fuelled cot"
The sheriff chucked, chewing on his toast as he sat opposite her, "Stiles and any form of making things from scratch is bad. Him and instructions don't go well together"
"He sucks at DIY you mean" she corrected bluntly with a smirk, "I told him I would put the cot together, I don't see why he doesn't just let his stubbornness go and lemme help"
She saw the sheriff frown, stopping moving before he could take a bite out of his toast resulting in butter dropping onto his tie which he hurriedly rushed to clean up with a tea towel.
"You don't know why he's acting like this?"
"Well... Yeah" she shrugged, "he feels inadequate, like he's failing at being a dad even though, technically, his job hasn't even started yet but I've promised him countless times he's doing fine, great actually. Trust me, if Derek's pleased with his performance then he must be doing pretty damn good"
The sheriff looked saddened at this, bowing his head guiltily.
Wait...
"Or... Is this about money?" Kayla guessed, watching the guilt flare up in his eyes, "because that's no problem, I know a baby costs a lot but I have money, I mean my psycho dad has millions plus my other dad left me enough to set me up for the rest of my life... We don't have to worry about that"
"I know that" the sheriff nodded, "and Stiles know that he just... He wishes it was him looking after you and your baby instead of the other way around"
"There is more to caring for someone than providing them with financial stability" Kayla exclaimed, hurt by the way Stiles couldn't seem to see how amazing he was being already, "I'll be right back" and with that she pushed herself back in the chair, gingerly slipping off the seat so her bump was sticking out so much she looked as though someone could pop her like a balloon.
Three weeks left of pregnancy did that to you.
Keeping a hand on her side she climbed the stairs to where the bangings and cuss words were being exclaimed, poking her head around the door frame to see Stiles sitting cross legged on the new light grey carpet, bits of dissected cot surrounding him with about a million screws, nuts and bolts sprawled over the floor and just seeing his stressed face was enough to make her sad.
She leant her head against the wooden frame, subconsciously allowing her hand to slowly rub her bulging belly, "hey you"
He glanced up at her voice, a frown tugging at his brows, "Hey... What you doing up?"
"I'm pregnant, not ill" she reminded with a quiet chuckle, "you look like you could do with a hand"
"No" he immediately relied with, like someone telling off their dog, "I mean - no thank you, I got this" he glanced down helplessly at the cot that hadn't progressed any further from the bits being removed from the box, "or I will got this"
"Stiles..." She said softly, tottering in the room a few steps, "it's just a cot"
He glanced up, his soft caramel eyes swirling with emotion, "yeah but it's not is it?"
"What do you mean?"
He sighed loudly, dropping the spanner he was holding to rub at his tired eyes, "if I can't make this stupid cot how can I be a good dad?" He asked seriously, "I can't do anything right"
"Hey... Don't" she stated, shaking her head as she waddled over to him, "you're doing everything right, everything" she added fiercely, "and I'm not just saying that to make you feel better, I tell the truth" she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, half to support him morally and the other half to support her physically as she slowly kneeled down next to him, "I wouldn't have been able to do this, any of this, without you. Any of it. And you know what hurts? Is that you can't see that" she whispered, keeping her gaze fixated on his, "you can't see how amazing you've been"
He dropped his gaze, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth, "but the cot-"
"Forget the cot, the cot's not important" she grabbed ahold of his hand, squeezing tightly, "I know what you're worried about and I'm here to tell you not to. Money... Money isn't important"
Stiles scoffed at that, looking like he was internally beating himself up, "really? It's not important?"
"Okay well it is, obviously-" she rolled her eyes, "-but to me, right now, I couldn't care less about it because you... You've got stuff that money can't buy. You've supported me and cared for me throughout this whole pregnancy, you've stuck by my side and loved me... Despite the shock" she added in afterthought with a small chuckle, "you... You will make an amazing dad because you care... Because you have a big heart and will love this baby unconditionally and do right by him or her. It doesn't matter if you can't buy them the world and everything in it... They'll have you as a dad, you'll be their world... I'm sure of it"
She was more than confident in her statement, more than she was about a lot of things.
Stiles would be a good dad... She just wished he saw it too.
His stare was intense as it drilled holes through her own, his beautiful honey brown orbs starting to swim with unshed tears, gaze flitting down to their clasped hands.
"You-you mean that?"
"... Yeah..." She whispered, "so about we build this cot together Hm? You suck ass at DIY"
He let out a bubble of laughter at that, raising his free hand to scrub at his eyes to get rid of the evidence of tears, "I do suck ass at DIY" he agreed, passing her the crumpled up instructions, "I can't make head nor tail of this"
She smirked, flattening out the crumpled pages on the floor and squinting her eyes, "okay so that big screw there goes in there" she pointed to the headboard of the cot, "but we need one of those washer things"
Stiles frowned, "uh... A washer?"
"Those thin flat round things with a hole in the middle?" At his further confused expression she just smirked even more, happy butterflies flapping about inside her tummy, "don't worry, we'll get there"
"Yeah" Stiles agreed, his smile now genuine and proud as he allowed a hand to drift up to rest over her bump, "together"
Little did they know the sheriff was hovering by the threshold, his arms folded over his chest as he smirked to himself - they would make the best out of a challenging situation, like always.
He had never been so proud as he had now in this moment.
Two weeks to go, the countdown was officially on...
... And she was already so far past ready for it to be all over.
The cramps, the backache, her ankles were swollen so much she had to squeeze into her sneakers, she was constantly tired and cranky, she got heartburn after everything she damn well ate and her bump shouldn't even be called a bump anymore - it was more like a god damn mountain.
She wasn't even exaggerating - someone stopped her in the street and asked her how many she was having. How many as in plural. Multiples. Yeah, that would be right, one was enough for now thank you very much.
And that wasn't even the first person.
The Doctor actually requested another scan just to make sure it was a singular birth, then Scott made a joke about having a litter and then to top it off her little cousin Tabby, a six year old she might add, said it looked like she was having ten babies.
Ten.
Honestly, it was ridiculous.
She sighed, angrily punching the pillow as she rolled onto her back, her whole body aching, unable to find a comfy position to sleep in. It didn't help the baby had been kicking all night like they were playing some kind of intense soccer match.
She just wanted it all to be over, as simple as that.
She sighed again, twisting her head to the side to see Stiles konked out, snoring away peacefully to himself.
The lucky bastard.
Oh, so it was okay for him to have all the fun - have sex and not have a little person growing and sucking the life out of him, honestly, people with dicks didn't realise how lucky they were.
"I hate you right now" she told his sleeping form, "we are never having sex ever again unless you get the snip"
Pfffft, yeah, that would be right. Hellllllllo, seductress here, she doubted she would stay off the sex train for long.
Yeah, Stiles really didn't realise how lucky he was.
"Pssssst... Stiles... Stiles, Oi" she nudged him but he just let out another loud snore and buried his head in the pillow, "hey... Sperm donar"
She nudged him again, a little harder and he just let out a muffled sentence, something consisting of "no" and "Reece's" and then flailed about until he was facing away from her, snoring again.
She really could kill him right now.
Letting out an uncomfortable groan she pushed herself up, feeling the baby pressing against her ribs as she winced, stretching out her legs and arching her back, hoping to release some of the tension in her whole body but it didn't work.
She glanced down at her stomach, the bulging bump stretching her whole torso, "you ever gonna let your mommy sleep?" She asked quietly, stroking the bare skin her tank top showed, "I know daddy wants you to try out for the Mets but I think you're starting out a little early don't you think?"
No answer... Naturally.
Another strong movement hit her ribs and she flinched, her face screwing up in pain.
"Oh... Ow kid..."
So Stiles didn't wake up when she was literally almost shaking him but he heard her whisper out pained words? Of course he fucking did, that was just Stiles all over.
"Wha- what's happening? Wha-why? Is the baby coming? Are you in labour?" He rushed out, still half asleep as he tried kicking the duvet off, "I'll get the bag, you grab the Jeep keys-"
"Stiles I'm not-"
"Oh my god, does it hurt? I bet it hurts. I'm so sorry" he rambled, feet getting caught in the duvet as he tripped head over heels out the bed, "oh my god, the baby's coming, oh my god-"
"Stiles stop-"
"DAD" Stiles hollered, his eyes wide and frenzied as he begun tugging on his pants, back to front of course, "KAYLA'S IN LABOUR. THE BABY IS COMING. DAD OH MY GOD HELP-"
"Stiles I'm not in labour-"
"DAD. DAD. CLEAR THE STREETS, YOUR GRANDCHILD IS COMING OUT OF MY GIRLFRIEND'S VAGINA"
"Stiles" she exclaimed loudly, stopping him halfway from pulling on a t-shirt (inside out), "the baby kicked me in the ribs is all, I'm not in labour"
"... Oh" he muttered, stilling his frantic actions immediately to send her a sheepish look, "oops"
"Yeah oops" she smirked, rubbing calming circles over her belly, "but it's nice to know you react so quickly, that will definitely be handy in a couple of weeks time"
"Sorry" he apologised, "I guess I'm just on edge-"
The bedroom door got flung open and the sheriff fell in, gasping for breath, looking just as flustered and as panicked as Stiles was two seconds before.
"We'll take the sheriff's car, it's quicker, we can put the lights on and-"
"Uh dad... False alarm" Stiles cringed, "nothing is coming out of her vagina"
"Thank god" she muttered, wincing again as another kick hit her ribs, "I'm not ready"
"Me neither" Stiles piped up, looking equally as relieved.
"I'm far from ready" the sheriff exclaimed breathlessly, swiping a hand across his forehead, "well kids, thank you so much for that heart attack you gave me, always a pleasure" he nodded, "I'll just... Leave you to it"
She smiled in thanks, nodding her head as Stiles peeled off his back to front pants and stripped off his inside out t-shirt, crawling back under the covers to shrug at her.
"Another freak out"
"You were due one" she laughed, letting out an uncomfortable groan as she rubbed her stomach, "ow... I think the baby is too big for my womb now... Oh, ow"
"Does it hurt?' He asked in concern, shimmying over to her to rest his hand against the bare skin of her stomach.
"Nah, I just say ow for fun" she smirked, "but a little I guess... I can't sleep"
He sent her a sympathetic glance, nodding back to the stack of pillows, "come on, lay back" she coked an eyebrow questioningly, her gaze confused.
"Trust me" he smiled softly, tilting his head forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, "I'll calm the little squirt, you need your rest"
"You're telling me" she muttered half sarcastically, half teasingly but complied with his request, slowly lowering herself back into the comfy bed and fidgeting to try and find a semi comfortable position for her aching body.
She soon stilled though as Stiles pushed her tee up to just under her bust, pushing himself down the length of the bed so he could press the lightest most feather like kisses to her bump, directly where, as Stiles put it, the 'little squirt' was kicking her, more than likely bruising her from the inside out.
They definitely had her strong legs then.
"Come on kid, you gotta sleep at some point" Stiles was whispering, his lips drifting across her skin while one of his hands traced patterns along the curve of her bump, in fact he was being so gentle and quiet she almost never heard him, "your mommy's really tired, hell I would be tired too if I was growing an eight pound baby in my womb... If I had a womb" he added with a chuckle, "I'm so happy I don't have a womb by the way. Not that I wouldn't want to have you, I do, that's not what I'm saying... If I had to I would be a seahorse, they carry the eggs you know? Yeah, cool right? Then the eggs hatch and coming out of the daddy sea horse is all these baby sea horses, the mommy seahorse doesn't have to do anything... Just like human daddies I guess"
"That's why you gotta sleep..." He continued quietly, using his index finger to trace small hearts over her bump, "your mommy's doing so good at keeping you safe and warm, all tucked in there but she's human... Well..." He paused and even though her eyes were closed, already feeling her body relax she knew he was rolling his eyes at himself, "human-ish, and even though she loves you to the moon and back she still needs some her time"
Like their baby knew it's dad's voice another kick hit her side but with much less force, almost like they were reacting and processing Stiles' words.
"Yeah, I know" Stiles laughed airily, "and I know we all freaked out back there but... We really can't wait to meet you. Your auntie Lydia went shopping and bought a ton of clothes and little socks and shoes which I still find amazing because I don't understand how anyone's feet can be that small" he gushed, moving his hand from tracing hearts to making different shapes along her skin, "they're tiny and so cute, she bought all these different colours too - green, pink, blue, yellow, and don't tell your mommy this but she also sneaked in a mets baby grow - but shhhh, our secret, your mommy can never know"
Kayla bit back her smile of delight, trying her hardest to stay still and to not ruin this moment. She knew Stiles had a tendency to talk to the baby but most of the time it was when she was sleeping and she only knew that because she would wake up and Stiles' ear would be pressed to her bump, falling asleep as he whispered tender words to their baby.
"And uncle Scott went and got a little wolf suit, said it was too ironic not to get even though I doubt you'll be a werewolf - but it's cool if you are" he added in a hurry, "I don't mind - parents acceptance and all that"
By now the kicks were just gentle little flutters, like the baby was relaxing at the sound of Stiles' voice and so was she, her body feeling like it was floating.
"But then your real auntie Malia went and ruined that moment by saying if she was still a coyote and hunting was bad she would eat you... Safe to say she won't be babysitting anytime soon" he chucked lightly, "but your bigger uncle Derek is probably the most excited. I know right? Who would've thought the sour wolf could possess actual happiness but it's true, he went and bought you the hugest teddy bear that would probably crush me so it would definitely crush you, maybe that will be your eighteenth birthday present" he hummed in afterthought, "but the point is you're so loved, and not just by your mommy and daddy but by everyone, we all love you, and when you do decide to come out and join the party... Just know.." He trailed off in a gentle whisper and she was sure his voice cracked a little, the emotion strong, "I'll be here... And I'll be the dad you need... I promise"
Even though her eyes were shut she felt the familiar burning stinging behind her lids, her bottom lip wobbling a little.
Damn these hormones and damn Stiles for making her tear up.
"Great, now I'm crying" Stiles muttered, his voice choked with emotion, "if your mommy was awake right now she would never let me live this down" he added with a chuckle, "I know you can hear me but you have no concept of what I'm saying, I could probably read to you a bunch of murder cases and you would think it was the best thing"
Another small flutter rippled along her stomach, directly under Stiles' touch.
"I guess you like my voice huh?" He murmured softly, "your mommy said that too, before we started dating... Maybe that's how we got in this position. I seduced her with my boyish quippy sassy ramblings. That's probably what happened you know. Well you do know, you were there I guess. Kinda. Sorta. Not really though... Never mind, I have no idea what I'm saying" he chuckled, "your mommy's not the only one that's tired"
The gentlest of kicks pressed against Stiles palm and she felt a smile tug at his lips as he pressed a light kiss to her bump, his breath hot and warm and oh so comforting.
"I don't really know any kid songs, something that I guess is going to change, but uh... My mom she, uh, she used to sing this to me... When I was young..." She heard him gulp, keeping his emotions in check, "she had a beautiful voice my mom... Like an angel... If she was here now she would sing this to you. But she's not... She's up there being a real Angel now, so..."
And she did peel her eyes open at that, glancing down to watch him through the hazy darkness as he shuffled closer to her bump, his large hands so warm and strong as they stroked loving circles directly over where their baby lay.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away"
His voice was surprisingly soft, a little husky with sleepiness and emotion but gentle, like he was humming out the most beautiful lullaby. His tone didn't carry far, he was whispering these tender words to their baby and their baby alone - he was having a dad moment, one of many she was sure.
"You told me once dear, you really loved me,
And no one else could come between us,
But now you've left me and you love another,
And you have shattered all my dreams,"
She bit down harshly on her bottom lip, choking with aching sadness at the pure raw emotion burning in his voice, how empathically he hummed out that tune and with so much meaning, his voice full of promise.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away"
She was scared to be a mom, she was, she didn't want to mess up but just hearing something so damn beautiful and honest spilling from her boyfriends lips to the baby they made chased away all her fears - she had Stiles, this wonderful guy that loved her and their baby, what more did she need?
"I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same,
But if you leave me to love another,
But you'll regret it all some day,"
And in that moment she knew he wasn't just singing to the baby, their baby that had relaxed at his voice, he was singing to his mom, the mom he lost far too young.
She couldn't help it - she raised a hand, running her fingers and tangling them through his unruly hair, comforting him as much as she could. To her great relief he didn't stop singing, he carried on, relaxing against her touch.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away,
Please don't take my sunshine away"
And that was when she drifted off to sleep, to the surprising sound of Stiles' heavenly voice that acted like a hypnosis to her and the baby, soothing them both into bliss.
"You know what? Fuck this, fuck that and fuck you" she fumed, "fuck this whole situation and no I won't calm down" she pointed a knowing finger in Stiles' direction, shutting him up immediately, "don't tell me to calm down, don't tell me to do anything"
"Kaylz-"
"No" she snapped immediately, "you can all go hell, every last one of you"
She was fuming, staring at each one of her friends in turn from where they stood in the loft- Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Liam, Derek all of them got a good dose of her Hale glare, "I hate you all"
"No you don't" Stiles answered knowingly, rolling his eyes like he was used to her aggressive pregnancy related behaviour by now, "how about you-"
"How about you - no" she mimicked his voice, her eyes narrowing, "you have done enough don't you think?" Laying her hand on her massive fucking bump that made her look like she was carrying quadruplets, "if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this position"
"Kay-" Lydia started equally calmly, like she wasnt fazed by her crankiness, "-you made that baby too, remember?" She clenched her jaw, her body tensing, "how about we get you some ice cream?" She tried tempting her, "chocolate and strawberry?"
"Oh you would all just love that wouldn't you? Shut the pregnant girl up huh? Well no... No" she shouted, "I am a week overdue - a fucking week, I have a fucking right to be angry and I am damn well staying that way until I push this baby from my vagina, are we all clear?"
"You're terrifying" Liam gulped, taking a step back, "you are terrifying"
She narrowed her eyes at the younger boy before baring her teeth, making him jump behind Scott.
"Um... Kayla?" She turned her glare to her petite Asian friend, her jaw locked in place, "the baby will come out... eventually... I think... I hope"
"That's what you said a week ago and guess what? No baby, not even a hint of baby and I'm left looking like A FUCKING MARSHMALLOW"
"A marshmallow? Why a marshmallow?" Derek asked curiously, smirking at her anger
"BECAUSE IM ROUND AND PUFFY OKAY? OKAY? HAHA ITS SO FUNNNNNY" she screamed, mocking her friends as they hid their smirks, "STOP LAUGHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ITS PAINFUL AND UNCOMFORTABLE AND I CANT EVEN TIE MY OWN SHOES - THEY DONT EVEN HAVE MATERNITY CLOTHES BIG ENOUGH FOR THIS MAMMTH BUMP, I HAVE TO BUY DRESSES AS TOPS OTHERWISE I'D LOOK LIKE A SINGLE MOM STRIPPER... " at her friends delighted faces she turned even more red, "ITS NOT FUNNNNNY"
"Coyotes can have up to nineteen pups, I think you're exaggerating a bit, it's only one baby"
"Oh... Oh no Malia" Isaac groaned, "you are so dead-"
"WELL IM NOT A FUCKING COYOTE AM I?" She raged, "AND IF YOU DONT SHUT YOUR MOUTH I WILL TURN YOU BACK INTO ONE AND RUN YOU OVER WITH MY CAR - REPEATEDLY"
Isaac sniggered, his blue eyes lighting up with amusement, "okay Hale, look-" he stepped forward despite their friends trying to grab him and pull him back, away from the danger zone that was her (apparently) "-you're a week overdue right? Well, that means that that baby is coming, really soon, could be any minute now" he carried on walking forward, his arms out in surrender, "so why don't you just relax and let nature take its course huh?" He was now in front of her, smiling lightly, but that just pissed her off royally.
"LET NATURE TAKE ITS COURSE?" She screeched, "NATURE? NATURE? HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE THIS" and with that she lifted her leg and kneed him right in the crotch so he hunched over quickly, letting out a pained noise and she almost heard his testicles jump back into his stomach.
"NOT VERY NICE IS IT?"
"Holy shit Kaylz" Stiles exclaimed, covering his mouth, "what-how-"
"Lets have sex" she interrupted him rather calmly compared to how she was before, ignoring Isaac as he limped back to their friends, "right here, right now"
His eyes widened, looking terrified, "w-what?"
"I'm a week overdue, I've tried everything from fucking yoga to the hottest spiciest peppers and chillis on the face of the earth and it hasn't worked, so that leaves one thing" her friends were astonished to say the least, staring at her like she was nuts, "your dick in my-"
"Okay" Stiles interrupted nervously, cutting her off, "why would we-I mean, how would having s-e-x help you go into labour?" he spelt out, eyes glancing sideways at Derek fearfully.
"I DONT KNOW, MAYBE YOUR DICK HAS MAGICAL FUCKING PROPERTIES" she exclaimed sarcastically, "so come on"
"Whoa..." He stepped back, looking fearful for his life, "I love you Kaylz but-"
"But?" She growled, her eyes narrowing, "but?"
"You're uh... Kind of... Angry right now" he answered delicately, "and by angry I mean like you could possibly kill someone and I really don't want that someone to be me so..."
"Oh okay" she rolled her eyes, "so it's okay for us to have sex and put me in this position but you won't have sex to help me get out of it?"
"Uh..."
"Fine, whatever, Isaac" the said boy widened his eyes as she said his name.
"What? No... No" he looked at Stiles in equal shock and terror, "even if I wanted to, which I definitely do not by the way, I'm pretty sure you broke me" he was still holding his crotch in pain, "and why you picking on me?"
"Averaging your height and the size of your shoes I'm estimating your penis size as more than adequate to hit the spot and put me in labour" she said shamelessly, "and don't look at me like that. It's not like I can get pregnant again"
Stiles was staring at her like he had never seen her before, his eyes wide and shocked, "Kaylz... What?"
"What?" She snapped, "my body feels like it's dying from the inside out, don't take it personally. Though if we are being picky I did ask you, you turned me down remember?"
"My shoe size?" Isaac interrupted before Stiles could reply back, "what-uh-what does that have to do with the size of my, uh, my... You know?"
"Your penis? You can say it you know, we're all growns up here"
"I'm not" Liam raised his hand tenderly, "I'm only-"
"You have your very own penis too kid, don't pretend you haven't put it to use-"
"Kayla-"
"-with your hand" she continued shamelessly, "and shoe size supposedly equals genitalia size, don't know if it's true"
Almost all at once all the guys in the room glanced down at their feet making the girls roll their eyes.
"Um... Huh-" Stiles just smirked proudly before shaking his head, clearing his thoughts, "-nevermind, we'll find another way to put you in labour, maybe try another chilli?"
She sighed at that, deflating almost immediately, "Would it help if I told you your penis size is quite possibly larger than Isaac's?"
"Normally? Yes" Stiles chuckled, flushing a deep red as he avoided Derek's glare, "come take a seat and relax, maybe that's something you need to do"
She nodded in acceptance, her anger dissipating into tiredness as she moved forward but almost immediately stopped as a painful tug clenched at her stomach, the pain all too familiar and a wet tricking running down her legs.
"What?" Stiles asked, eyeing her up warily, "are you going to start shouting again?"
She didn't say anything, just allowed her eyes to widen as she placed a hand on her bump and froze, gulping loudly.
"Holy shit"
"What?"
"Holy fucking shit"
"Kaylz, what?"
"Crap"
"Oh my god what?" Stiles rushed out, panicked, "what? You're scaring me, and by scaring I mean terrifying"
She gulped again only this time louder, her green eyes widening, "I think... I think my waters just broke"
"B-Broke? As in they broke because you're in labour broke or is it something else?" Stiles asked, stilling and staring at her in shock.
"Well I don't think i peed myself" she exclaimed, "I can control my own bladder y'kn-ahhh... OWWWW... Ow" she immediately hunched over as a pain twisted in her stomach, "okay, no, it's definitely labour, this is definitely labour pains"
"But-but-but... Already?" Stiles exclaimed as Lydia started beaming widely and Derek looked ready to pass out, "as in now-now? No way... No way-"
"IM A WEEK OVERDUE YOU IDIOT" she raged, sucking in a sharp breath, "oh god-"
"Finally" Lydia exclaimed, practically skipping over to her, "I thought this baby would never come - Derek, you're driving, Isaac grab her bag, Kira call Melissa and Stiles... Breathing would be a good thing"
"I can't breathe" he muttered, "holy crap-"
"You can't breathe? YOU CANT? Oh my god... I can't do this" she muttered in realisation, grabbing Lydia's arms tightly, "Lyds I can't do this"
"Yes you can" her best friend immediately soothed, "you're strong and you're brave and giving birth will seem easy compared to the stuff you've been through... You can do it, I believe in you"
"I don't believe in me" she muttered, "I don't wanna push a baby from my vagina"
"It can't stay tucked up in you forever Kay... Your baby wants to meet you" she stared over at Stiles, "both of you"
Stiles was as white as ghost as he stumbled over to them, looking ready to faint, "Lydia's right-"
"Aren't I always?"
"-you can do this... We can do this"
Oh fuck.
A/n) eeeeek hope you all liked, I did, haha and please please review they mean the world, see you next time X