Stiles was freaked, possibly that was an understatement. He was pale and sweaty and felt faint. Melissa had made the wise decision to go ahead and call the Sheriff because the two teens needed someone there who was family and could help them process the news. He arrived swiftly; not knowing the true reason of why he was there.
Stepping into the room, he saw his son. He was a wreck, tears were freely flowing. "Stiles, what's going on? Is Malia okay?" Stiles could barely breathe, let alone speak in audible sentences. He calmed down enough to spit out, "Malia is pregnant." The sheriff thought he might not have heard right until he noticed that there was something about her that he remembered that pregnancy look. He too had to sit, feeling faint at the thought of these two teenagers becoming parents. He pulled Stiles into his arms and they sat there until Malia showed signs of waking.
She blinked slowly; trying to remember what had happened. Stiles jumped to her side rubbing her arm in a slow, rhythmic motion. The sheriff helped her sit up and then went to get the nurse. Malia was frozen; not knowing what to say or do, remembering what had last been said.
When the nurse walked in, panic set in causing Malia to tense. After vitals were checked, a quick check of the baby's heart and future appointments were made; Malia was sent home. No one spoke at all as they left the hospital. Sheriff had arranged for the Jeep to be taken care of later and made the couple get into the back of his car. The car ride was tense but silent, Malia laid against Stiles for emotional and physical support.
Heading inside, they were asked to go into the living room. Sitting on the couches, they waited for the other to speak. Sheriff started, "You have no idea how disappointed and devastated that I am in both of you and for you. I am scared about what this is going to do to you; to all of us. But you are in no way going to get out of this. Every single decision is yours regarding what you do. I support all the choices that you make but you also have to understand that Peter and your dad may not feel the same. Well that's all that I have to say on this issue today. Now get Malia up to bed and make her some tea and crackers. Also don't make any rash decisions tonight okay?"
Once the Sheriff was finished, he left the couple sitting and contemplating their thoughts. Stiles helped Malia up to bed and got her tea and saltines. After a while he climbed in laying down. Malia snuggled into his back; hoping that he would turn around and pull her into his arms (he did). "Stiles, I'm really sorry but I want to have this baby and keep it. I know how much it destroys you when you find out that you're adopted, to think that two people didn't want you. It hurts" Malia spoke from the heart with raw emotion which made Stiles sad and yet happy about the way she spoke about their baby. "Baby there is no one else I would rather have a baby with. I love you and our little one and I'm going to do whatever necessary to keep us all together. A family"