White Lilies

ChapterThirteen: Mother and Daughter Bonding

Hey guys! Just real quick I wanted to say hey check out OutlawqueenFTW's Peter/Oc story. It's one worth checking out. Second of all this story only has a few more chapters in it's life before I decided if the sequel should be in a separate story or the same one. So I don't know, I just know I have a lot of things planned for this story to the point that it might have four sequels or three depending on how I'm feeling. What else? What else? This chapter is mainly going to be about Malia and Laurel, now the only reason why I didn't have Malia go apeshit on Laurel is because technically she has known her for her entire life. Just a little OOC for Malia. A little of Malia and Stiles for those out there. As well as Laurel and Peter of course and Artemis and Bobby, Coach Finstock is such a funny little person. Well enjoy~~ Stupid fanfiction being really stupid and no saving my line breaks. Is anyone else having this problem?

"Malia?" Malia came back with her things in hand sitting outside of Laurel's apartment; her eyes soften once she saw her birth-mother at the top of the stairs. "Welcome back honey." Laurel took it back what she before, she looks like a good mix between her and Peter. Malia stood up with her backpack slung over her shoulder and her eyes were forced toward the floor. "The key is under the mat, if you ever get locked out." Laurel had no idea how to talk to her daughter, she wasn't her daughter for over 17 years, basically she wasn't prepared for any of this.

"There someone in there." Malia made a face and caused Laurel to chuckle.

"Perhaps Arty has company. Would you like to go somewhere to eat?" Laurel was relieved her daughter came back safely and not a scratch on the girl, she thanked high heavens for that. Malia gave a small nodded, "Shall we go then? What do you like to eat?"

"I don't know."

"There is this little diner I know of, I think you might like it."

Laurel decided to drive there, Malia looked pretty freaked out to be in a car again. Considering the fact that she killed Noel and her sister in the car or maybe that last time she was in a car was when fucking Tate took her to the Asylum, she wasn't all thrilled to be in the moving scrape metal. She drove down the street it was most likely a 15 minute walk to save both of them from an awkward conversation they drove. She did her best to park in the parking lot that was clearly made for little hot wheel toys. "This diner brings back so many memories."

"Did HE bring you here?" Malia's dictation on HE must have meant her biological father, in this case, Mr. Peter Hale. She was curious on who her father was, what he was like, and why her biological mother was a single parent. Malia didn't know how to ask, being a coyote for 8 years made her a very blunt woman and at times she didn't know how to control her tongue.

"Your father? He brought me here very often actually. He was sort of an asshole when I met him, high school jock and a cocky teenager to add to the pot. We had this bet, if he won I'd go out with him and if he lost he would leave me alone for a week. He never lost a game after making that bet." She added with a little skip in her heartbeat, she was glad he didn't lose. They were seated in a booth that was near the door, Laurel smirked the same booth they sat in on their first date. She didn't need to look at the menu to know what she wanted to eat it was always the same, cheese burger with a side of French Fries and a chocolate milkshake. Actually she didn't know if chocolate had the same effect on her like it did with dogs, she didn't care.

"I want a burger."

How demanding her daughter was she is a coyote though. Laurel smiled, "You should try their milkshakes too." After Laurel put their orders in she kept looking at the wild girl sitting across from her. "You must have a lot of questions. I'll do my best to answer them."

"Why did you leave me?"

That question shot through her heart with a barbed arrow laced with wolf's bane. She knew one day it was going to rear its ugly head, again she wasn't prepared for it. "I wanted better for you. Your father was forced out of our lives; I was a 17 year old girl with a swollen belly. I thought long and hard about it before hand, I was still in school and I didn't have a job or anyway to get income. I didn't want you to live from paycheck to paycheck, scrambling to make ends meet. I didn't want you to suffer my mistake, so I made Noel take you. She had everything that I could have only dreamed of for you, a loving husband and a warm home with three meals a day." And to be closer to your father and his pack. She told herself mentally, Malia didn't need to know yet. "I did my best to be at your side and watch you grow even if I was only your aunt. You were happy and so full of life that I knew I made the right decision it wasn't until the accident was when I regretted..."

"Giving me up?"

"Not telling Noel what I truly was. I was too focused on bettering myself so one day I could present to you a mother you could be proud of. I was selfish and naive."

"What about my father?"

"What about him?"

"Did he know about me?"

"At the time no he didn't. He got into an accident where he forgot all about me and that I was pregnant. We were young and I just left like that. Of course karma comes in full circle and now he knows, he wasn't thrilled I kept it from him for so long."

"Is he nice?" The waitress was listening in to their conversation looking for gossip to spread around like wild fire, kids these days. Laurel shot her a sickly sweet smile once the waitress named Tiffany sets down their food. She was a slender girl with light brown hair and light green eyes; she looked like the school's bitch.

"At times, he was rather an interesting person, kind of like Scar from Lion King if I had to compare him to someone."

"He is a villain?"

"Once upon a time he was." Laurel picked up her burger and took a small bite from it. Malia poked at her toasted sesame sprinkled bun like a monster was going to pop out of it. "He is different from your average man, a little cockier than he should be, and a little more sarcastic than I would like but I love him through and through."

"Sounds like you're still in love with him." Malia even though she didn't know it was almost a replica of her grandmother Carol. She was straight forward and to the point no rooms for jokes kind of woman. Her mother who casted her out the moment she got pregnant was a cold woman who wanted nothing more than a trophy family.

"I suppose I am, but what matters to me more right now is you. I'll introduce you to your father one day but now is definitely not the time."

Laurel walked out of her bedroom and was instantly hit by the smell of brunt bacon and eggs. Her wrinkled her nose from the harsh scent and coughed from the black cloud of smoke in her kitchen. "Oh god." She ran to the window and threw it wide open; Malia looked at her with a sheepish grin. "Morning to you too honey."

"I made breakfast!" Malia chimed and presented a plate of two charred pieces of meat. She looked down at her food and frown, "I was a coyote for 8 years my cooking is a little off."

"It's alright, practice makes perfect. Plus it looks delicious!" Laurel took the plate from Malia and took a bite; the food brought a tear to her eyes. The tears wasn't from the charcoal she had in her mouth but the fact her daughter was finally her daughter again. "It's delicious honey."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like it." A knock came from the door and Laurel cocked her head to the side curiously and pointed at the door. "Who is that?"

"My ah boyfriend." Malia turned off the stove and ran to the door.

"Morning." Laurel twitched at the voice, she knew that voice anywhere. "So I get to meet your mom.. well real mom." Laurel walked over to the front door and waved at her student. "Oh my god, your mom is Ms. L"

"Good morning Stiles." Stiles switched his gaze from mother to daughter for a minute; Malia looked at him like he was out of his mind. "Come in Stiles, I won't bite." He chuckled nervously while Malia practically dragged him into the apartment. "You're just in time for breakfast." Laurel didn't have to turn around to know Malia was dominating one in their relationship, how much her and her father was alike was too scary. Stiles kept looking at her like he knew something but she brushed it off, sometimes he knew a little too much for his own good.

"So you guys have met?" Malia watched as Stiles stared at her mother in disbelief; Laurel just gave them a warm smile and nodded making some tea for herself. "How?"

"I'm his economics teacher, actually your teacher too. Monday is your first day of school." Malia looked up at her, Laurel didn't pay her any mind. "You need to finish school at least. I don't care if you don't go to college, but high school so you can try to somewhat adapt to normal life."

"Aunt Laurel, I have a question for you. Who is my dad?" Laurel froze in her place and her heart stop beating for a second. "Do I have a dad?"

"You do honey, but it's a long and complicated story. I'll tell you when things are a little calmer, I promise. I don't want you to take in too much stuff in at once. How did you meet Stiles?" They shot each other a weird look and Laurel could hear Stiles shake his head vigorously. Laurel turned to look at them and they turned away from each other, she raised her eyebrow and dropped the subject. "Stiles did Scott tell you anything?"

"W-w-w-whatever do you mean?" He was nervous and folded his hands on the table giving her a cheeky smile. "He… didn't tell me anything" He shot one of his fingers at her and clicked his tongue, "I'm here for my lovely girlfriend."

"Malia, can you go grab my phone from my room? It's on my bed stand." Malia looked at her and strutted to her room, "Stiles, when you lie it has a distinguish scent. So let me ask you again, what did Scott tell you?"

"Her dad is all he told me. The coyote thing I figured it out. Wasn't that hard.."

"The father thing let me tell her. Please not even a hint."

"What are you guys talking about?" Malia had the phone in her palm and was wearily of them talking together.

"Homework!" Stiles said a little too loud and Laurel shook her head trying to rid herself of the oncoming headache.

"He knows I'm a coyote, that's all I wanted to know." Laurel turned back to her tea and poured herself a small cup of chamomile tea. "How's Scott holding up?"

"He is holding on, he is sad but he puts on a brave front."

"I know the feeling all too well." Malia handed Laurel her phone, "Thanks honey. So what are your plans today?"

"You know, take Malia on an actual date, movies and dinner, the whole nine yards." Malia sat next to Stiles and smiled a little uncertainly. He held her hand in his and gave a little reassuring squeeze.

"The whole nine yards is also flowers and whatever." She checked her phone to see she has a few miss calls, "Well, enjoy your date kids. Don't stay out too late and Stiles, she gets home safe or I'm ripping you apart with my bare teeth."

"Noted Ms. L"

She watched as Peter darted in and out of the kitchen, her phone was on the coffee table and she sat on his couch. It was probably the first time she noticed Peter's expensive taste in furniture. He had a large black leather couch and a glass coffee table, she thinks they're Italian. "Are you alright?" His voice brought her out of her thoughts and she quickly smiled, he wasn't impressed that she was trying to hide things from him. "One more time dear, are you alright?"

"Scott knows you're her father. Malia is dating Stiles; I want to be the one to tell her." She rubbed her temples and exhaled slowly through her mouth, "Don't want another time bomb going off you know?"

"Those kids love to meddle don't they?" He proudly walked over to her and plopped down on the couch, his arm was already around her shoulders. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, hopefully they stay out of it. It's a family matter so they should respect it right?"

"Staying out of it isn't what they are really known for. I should know they have a knack of getting into things they don't belong in." She sighed again; Peter wasn't making it any better if anything he was adding to the anxiety that was building in the pit of her stomach. She covered her mouth with her hand and caught her breath slowly, whatever was happening she couldn't stomach it. "You okay Laurel?"

"Yeah, I've been a little woozy lately. I'm going to lay down in your bedroom for a bit. I don't feel all that well."

"I'll lay down with you." He helped her to the bedroom and took off her shoes, laying her carefully on the bed as if she was going to break in his hands. He went to his side of the bed and joined her; he held her close to his body and could feel her heartbeat. "This brings back memories doesn't it?"

"It does." She nuzzled herself into his chest with his arms arms around her like he was protecting her from the big bad world.

"I'm sorry Miss." The old man bumped into Malia as they walked in the crowd, he was short and fat but looked like he was up to something. "My name is Penton and I was wondering how you would get to the grocery store from here."

Stiles grabbed Malia's waist to keep her from mauling the poor man, "Let it go, Malia. Hey Penton. You just go down the street and go left and it should be right there." Stiles didn't know that the old man was eyeing his girlfriend with great interest. Malia hid behind Stiles and let out a low snarl feeling threaten by the old man.

Penton gave a hefty laugh, "You are a pretty little lady. You must get it from your mother; tell me is she a beauty like you?"

"Of course she is, if you're into the whole innocent teacher thing."

"She is a teacher is she?"

"Yeah… my economic teacher … that likes to assign us essay every freaking week." Stiles shoved his hand into his pocket, this boy talked way too much for his own good. The old man gave Malia one last look before bidding farewell and leaving the teens.

Malia finally came around and moved back in with Laurel, she still called her Aunty out of habit though. Peter on the other hand was persistent on visiting Laurel every day to make up for lost time. Malia and Stiles were somewhat dating, as much as Laurel could tell Peter wasn't too please with it. Peter was sitting in on the couch reading some book he picked up, apparently the book was all the rage with young kids these days. Laurel was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water for the both of them, when she passed him she caught a glimpse of the title.

"Really Peter? Out of all the books in the world you got that one. I hoped whoever sold you that book gave you a hard time." She sat next to him and set the glasses on the coffee table.

"I told him my girlfriend wanted to do something more exciting in bed." Laurel's face dropped and she smacked him in the arm as he laughed. "We should try some of this stuff out, sounds interesting."

"Sounds like someone wants to sleep on the balcony tonight." She picked up her glass and sipped on the cool and refreshing water. "Why are you reading 50 Shades of Gray again?"

"I heard some nurses talking about it and I decided to pick it up."

"Speaking of which, how's Cora?"

"She is good, of course she is like Derek so she complains about it a lot. She misses home but it's safer there for her."

"The Nogitsune?"

"Gone for now, why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?"

"Something doesn't feel right."

"You're always like that Honey." Peter pecked her on the cheek and returned back to his book. He was too interested in the book for her taste. "Does Malia know that I've been visiting every day?"

"No, she has been through a lot. I don't want her to know that her father tried to kill her friends a year ago just yet."

"Laurel, I'm back." Artemis returned to the apartment with groceries in her arms behind her was Bobby with even more groceries. "Hey Peter." He waved at her without looking up, "I know that cover, why are you reading 50 Shades of Gray?" She placed all the bags on the counter and thought to herself, "On second thought, I don't really want to know what goes on in your kinky love life. I mean 18 years without sex, must be quite passionate at night."

"Only when she sleeps over at my place, Artemis. We can't do it here, something about kids." Laurel smacked him again which just got her a few more laughs from Peter. "Bobby you look well."

"Hold on. Is that the Peter that you dated when you were 15, Peter?" Laurel nodded while Artemis took the bags from his arms. He looked at Laurel in a confused but hilarious way, "How the hell did that happened?"

"It's a long and complicated story Bobby." Laurel turned on the looked through her phone for anything worth her interests. "You guys staying for dinner?"

"Why else would I freaking be here?" Bobby had his hands on his waist and gave him this stupid look which made her laugh even harder.

"To see your best friend? To see your uhh girlfriend? To stare at Peter like he is the Devil's incarnate?" Laurel kept listing off the weirdest ideas on why he would be in her apartment. "Oh Malia texted me, she going to eat with Stiles and Scott."

"Can we tell her yet?" It was Artemis turn to ask the burning question on everyone's mind.

"Do you expect her to run up and hug Peter? She has Peter's personality, what would Peter do if he found out?"

"Peter would probably go on a murderous rampage." Artemis answered with a sly smile knowing what he did prior.

"Or Peter would find some way to trick them into some sort of scheme." Bobby added in and Artemis laughed.

"Or Peter would make their life a living hell so they don't want him."

"Can you not talk about Peter like Peter isn't here?" Laurel broke out laughing after hearing Peter talk in third person. "By the way, I would find some way to prove them wrong or I would just piss them off."

"The puppy pack knows though right? That you're her father."

"You mean Scott, Stiles, and Lydia? Yeah they know but I don't think they want to tell her. I'm fatherly right?"

"Peter Honey, you and I have the parental instinct of a turtle."

"Oh that harsh Baby. I think I'm more of a penguin or a seahorse."

"Ok, next time I'm pregnant say that again so I can watch you push out an eight pound baby from you penis."

"Honey if you wanted to see it you just need to ask-"

"Ok! Too much guys, don't forget me and Bobby are here too! Hi!" Artemis had a disgusted face on as she got out the tomatoes to cut. Bobby was doing his best to ignore them but also wore a disgusted face. "I'm going to throw up if I hear anymore mushy talk from you guys."

"I agree with Arty. Laurel, I love you, you're my best friend. However, I don't love you that much." Since Artemis claimed Bobby as her prey they have been together for every waking hour. They are times we they like to get more intimate and since Laurel and Malia have super hearing, they just walk out and go somewhere for a few hours in the middle of the night. Laurel doesn't let Peter know but she drops Malia at Stile's place from time to time.

"Coming from the horny rabbits." Laurel rolled her eyes and leaned into the sofa, flipping through some wedding magazine that Artemis bought. What she didn't know was Peter was watching her from the corner of his eyes making a mental note to himself.

Quick note, the reason why most of the recent chapter has been choppy and all over the place is because you can see my train of though. All of that were different scenarios of what I put Laurel through. I did however cut off a lot of other scenes but I will make a deleted scenes montage at the end so you can see all of it.

SK-Scatenato, Yeah that was on accident. Sorry about that ^^;;

The Dark Lady55, Next chapter is going to be Laurel and Peter Fluffs. Plus Peter taking his girls shopping.