White Lilies
Chapter Sixteen: The Happy Family
Hey so I decided that I'm just going to leave it hanging and not continue. HAHAHAHAHA Well maybe, most likely we'll see. ANYWHO, since we reached the this point I would like to personally thank all of you for keeping me going and not stopping. You guys are absolutely amazing and wonderful, I love you guys. I hope you guys keep supporting me through the story and let me know your ideas and comments, honestly all comments are welcomed. That being said, I'll see you guys in a few weeks.
It was spring break and Laurel couldn't be happier to be out of school. Malia got back safely so Laurel was quite glad for that. It was the longest month she had ever had to deal with, Derek came back as a 15 year old and Scott got his first Beta, he was the best damned alpha she has met next to Talia. She got her things from her classroom to bring to her car as she sees an old man wandering around in the parking lot by her car. She watched him wander into the forest that leads to the Hale house, something didn't feel right but she brushed it off. She got into her car and started driving back to her apartment, she saw a silver car parked in her spot and scoffed. Peter got out of the silver car giving her a cheeky smile, if it was legal she would have ran him over for fun. She parked her car and got out, handing Peter some books to carry up.
"How was work today?" Peter asked as they went up the four flight of stairs, he took most of the things she was carrying so she held a few folders close to her chest.
"It was good, I'll just be happy if I can just relax this week. Have you and Malia talked since you two meeting?"
"No" He gave her a strained look and she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"It's okay honey. We'll tell her tonight but no wolf." They reached her apartment and she dug around in her purse to unlock the door. She pushed the door opened and was greeted by a black cat which Peter gave a look of distaste to. "Chill Peter, it's Artemis on her down time." Artemis mew lazily and walked back to the hamper in the bathroom. Peter strolled in and dropped the books on the black marbled countertop kitchen, Laurel sets down her folders and instantly threw her arms around Peter giving a small peck on the lips. "Nervous?"
"I'm always ready Laurel." If he didn't train her himself so many years ago she wouldn't have caught the slight peak in his heartbeat. She gave him a questionable look before smiling and walking to the fridge for something to drink. "What was the look for?"
"You're a good liar Peter Hale, I'll give you that much." Slowly she opened the fridge door and the light was a little too bright for her taste. "What are you drinking love?"
"Water is fine" She sat a cold cup of water in front of him and opened the can of soda. She sipped on the liquid as it fizzed and tickled the back of her throat.
She caught him smirking at her and continued drinking her soda. "I'm trying to ease myself before the firework goes off tonight, you may not want to admit it but I'm nervous as hell."
"She'll get over it."
"Would she? I'm pretty sure if she is anything like you she can hold a pretty good grudge, example 1) Everyone invovled with your house fire."
"Watch it Laurel," He said in a mockingly tone, "I was greatly angered by them."
"I don't doubt you Peter. I'm just saying a six year grudge... You know what forget it." She finished off the rest of her soda and threw the metal can in the recycling bin by the fridge. Laurel sighed while taking the chicken out of the freezer, "Chicken Alfredo, sound good to you?"
"As long as you cook it." Another one of his cheeky smile made her roll her eyes at him.
"Charming as ever my love." She leaned into the counter next to him, "How are we doing this?"
"Just tell her."
"Okay mister I planned my own resurrection, walk me through it."
"She comes in, we sit down to eat, you say I'm the father and we live all merry."
"Not one of the most elaborate plan you ever had, by the way, it isn't Maury honey. Something more original and thought out please?"
"Who the fuck is Maury?" Laurel broke down laughing as she gripped the counter for support, he wasn't the one to watch brain damaging things like that so his expression and reaction was absolutely hilarious to her. She felt his claws wrap around her thin neck but she kept laughing as he closed her windpipe. "Laurel..."
"Pe...t...er" She managed to get out between laughs and taking in a breath, it was bad she got used to this. When they were younger after she turned into a werewolf he was a lot more playful violent towards her. "Ok ok I'm sorry."
He released her neck but she kept giggling like a madman, "You're so weird." She managed to get a smile from him while he kissed her lightly on the lips. "So the plan..."
"Just hope for the best?"
"And you had a problem with my plan, at least I had steps."
"I'm not the best at being deceiving love, we all know that." He held her from behind his hands exploring her curves under her shirt. "Peter..."
"Not even a taste?"
"Artemis is cat napping in the bathroom."
"Yeah her and Bobby always do it in her room, I don't know why we can't give her a taste of what love making really should sound like." She silently shook her head knowing he wouldn't give up so easily. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and marched towards her bedroom proudly like he just won the lottery.
Two hours later Laurel emerged from the bathroom smelling of lust and sweat, her hair was sticking out in random places. She had scratches running up her arms and nicks all around her neck, she walked by Artemis who smiled wildly at her, "Have fun did we?" Artemis had a pair of grey sweats and big white shirt that smelled of Bobby.
"He is persistent, that lover of mine." Laurel massaged her neck and slowly rolled her head around, moaning in pleasure while she got the kinks out of her neck. "Plus I fought against it."
"For 15 seconds before you jumped his bone." Artemis clicked her tongue and got a nice creamy cup of white milk. "So today is the day huh?"
"Yeah, I'm nervous. She won't take it well."
"No she won't but she will get used to it. Malia got used to you being her mother."
"It wasn't easy Arty." Laurel got to cooking the chicken as they kept on talking about the outcomes that was possible. Each scenario they thought of ended with Malia running out of the house in a fit of rage and disgust. Dinner was about done when Malia finally got home from her hanging out wit her friends. "Welcome back honey."
"Hey Aunt Laurel." Malia tilted her nose in the air catching the faint familiar scent of longing and lust. She scowled "Is Uncle Bobby here?"
"Nope, that was your mother this time." Artemis was quick to point the finger at Laurel who just smiled, "I'm so proud of her."
"Your boyfriend?"
"Ahhh more than boyfriend, honey." Laurel plated the chicken alfredo for each person except for Artemis who just ended up leaving the apartment soon after Malia arrived. "Help me set the table, please." At least Malia was helpful when Laurel asked her, she wasn't at first but warmed up to the motherly aunt. "Oh god." Laurel mumbled under her breath Malia caught her and it sent red flags up everywhere.
"Ok, you're nervous and it's making me antsy. I can hear your heart beating a mile away, what's wrong?" As if he planned it Peter walked into the scene and everything around them stopped. Malia dropped the last plate down on the table, "Hey."
"Now now darling, don't be like that. Give me a chance, I'm a fun guy."
"If by fun you mean try to kill my boyfriend and go on a killing spree, then yeah you're a really fun guy I know." Malia retorted with sarcasm dripping from each word.
Peter smiled somewhat kindly at the girl. "Glad you think so too. I was beginning to think I was a bore."
Laurel stood there unable to do anything. "I'm not having dinner with him." Malia pointed at Peter while staring at her mother.
"Malia please-"
"No! Aunt Laurel you can't make me do this!"
"Malia Tate! You will sit down and eat your dinner without another word. I don't care if you don't like him, you will suck it up, and he is still a guest." It was one of the rare times she was truly mad and yelling, Malia looked defeated and sulk into her chair. Laurel sighed and her expression soften quickly, "Malia I'm sorry I just-"
"Fine, let's just get this over with."
Peter snickered at her attempted and sat down, Laurel followed suit and sat in her chair. They ate in silence other than Peter making little side comments about random things. Malia was clearly unhappy while eating and there was Laurel really nervous about the whole thing.
"Laurel let's just tell her, you're dragging it out." Peter was the one broke the ice and Malia eyes snapped over to him, eyeing him like a hawk.
"What is he talking about?" She gestured to him with her fork wrapped with pasta.
"I-ah."
"Laurel, I got this." Peter sets down his fork and patted his lips clean of any pasta sauce. He looked at Malia and smiled at her with one of his million dollar smile, "I'm your father."
"What?" Malia stood up and threw down her napkin on the table, "Okay, now I know this is some sick joke. Aunt Laurel please tell me this is a lie." Laurel turned away knowing this would happen, Malia shook her head over and over and backed up into her chair.
"It isn't a lie, he is your father. I was trying to find a way to tell you but-"
"No, No more." Malia whispered before she left the apartment in a flash.
Laurel was on the verge of crying and was shaking in her chair. Peter got up to comfort her, his hand was rubbing her back trying to soothe her, "At least we told her."
"I suppose," Laurel took in a deep breath before gathering all of their plates and washing them in the kitchen sink. She was a little too quiet for Peter, he helped dried the dishes, "Are we bad parents?"
"We weren't in her entire life, at least we're trying." Laurel bit her lip and nodded sadly, he kissed her on the cheek. "So this is what it feels like to be a parent."
"I guess so it could have been different you know, if I wasn't so scared."
"A lot of things would have been different but there nothing we can do. I can go after her you know."
"She'll run further away, remember darling."
They finished washing and outing away the dishes and pots then sat on the couch waiting for their daughter to return. Laurel held his arms close to her chest for comfort; he loved it when she needed him like that. Peter always loved power, she knew it but did her best not to let it bother her, he would anything to be top dog again. When Laurel acted like she was lost and powerless, Peter would be there in a flash to save her, not because he loved her no it was because he wanted to display his strength and power to her. Laurel's phone went off and Stiles name, Laurel was hesitant to pick it up, "Stiles?"
"Ms. L," His voice was shaky the moment she answers, "Malia has been abducted." The phone fell out of her hand and her stomach fell through the floor. "I'm coming over Ms. L"
You guys want the deleted scene it will be up most likely on Friday.