Malia dashed out of bed quickly and headed for the bathroom, vomiting up what was left of last night's meal. Stiles arose from the opposite side of the bed and yawned wearily before heading to the bathroom where he proceeded to hold back his girlfriend's hair and rubbing her back supportively. "Morning my love," he mumbled quietly into her ear. "Why don't we get you off these cold tiles hey?" He put an arm on either side of her and pulled her up slowly and enveloped her in a strong hug.
Over the past two months that had passed since finding out they were expecting a baby much had changed. Malia's father had been told of the pregnancy and promptly kicked his only living child out without so much as a goodbye, leaving her to live with the Sheriff and her boyfriend and father of her child; Stiles. Everyone at school, knew she was pregnant but no one knew what was going to happen when these 9 months were over. If they were honest with themselves, neither did Stiles or Malia; they opted out of an abortion but were unsure of whether that was because they were ready to take on the challenge of parenting or just that they couldn't bear to end their baby's life.
Stiles helped Malia back into bed and pulled the covers over her before sitting next to her on the side of the bed. "What can I get you?" Stiles brushed the hair from her face and stared deep into her eyes. She sighed and the colour drained from her face at the thought of proper food. "Dry toast," she mumbles sleepily, Stiles nods and shuts the door quietly before walking downstairs and turning the toaster and coffee pot on. The Sheriff comes downstairs not long after, "How's Malia this morning? I've only heard her get up once this morning. That could be a good sign," He smiles hopefully at his son who reciprocates, "Yeah and she appears to have put on some weight which so far she'd only been losing so things are looking up." Stiles nods and hands his dad a cup of coffee before placing the toast on a plate and proceeding to leave the room. "Now she's getting better, you should probably talk about the plan with what happens when the nine months are up." He explains quietly trying not to cause a fight. Stiles sighs and makes his way back upstairs; knowing his dad is completely. Pregnancy doesn't last forever and though the couple might not like to admit it, eventually there would be a baby who needed a family and they needed to decide if that family was going to be them or someone else. Stiles opened the door slowly and crept in, seeing that Malia had fallen asleep again. He shook her arm lightly, waking her up and passing her some toast, vitamins and a glass of juice. Malia smiled gratefully at him and began swallowing the prenatal vitamins, "How long till we have to leave?" Finishing her toast and putting the plate back on the bedside table, Stiles helped her from the bed and she walked to their shared closet.
Stiles watched her like a hawk making sure she was not feeling faint or going extraordinarily pale. Malia began to get dressed for school until something happened that would change the entire day for both of them. Stiles avoided her eye line as she tried to pull a shirt on that normally would have been big on her as it was one of his but as she struggled to get it over her chest and it landed three inches above her belly button. "Babe? It's okay, the baby just seems to have grown a lot more lately." Stiles attempted to patch things over but it was no use Malia was already in tears and had ripped the shirt off and tried to find something more fitting. He heard he crying but was unsure of how to comfort her. Minutes later she came out in baggy sweatpants and his biggest sweater. "Come on let's go, we can't be late." Malia stalked out of the room and downstairs and slamming the front door shut. Stiles made his way down quickly and grabbed his school bag while his dad gave him an odd look, "I'll explain later, now I just really have to go and fix things." He ran out of the house and saw Malia already sitting there, tears still flowing. "Please don't talk just drive," she mumbles avoiding his stare. Stiles nods and starts the journey to school. "You know we haven't talked about what happens when you're no longer pregnant. And I want you to know I'm ready for either way, it's up to you where we go from here. But I'm not saying you have to make this decision alone you know." Stiles mumbles trying to make the awkward silence seem less deafening. Out of the corner he sees Malia nod teary eyed and he grabs a hold of her hand and squeezes tight and sighs. "M, you know this whole thing with your body and how it's, you know, changing, it's not a bad thing; it actually shows you're healthy and that the baby is growing and progressing you know. And, I think you are so beautiful and I am constantly amazed at how much I love you and I love that you are carrying a baby that we made even if we're not entirely sure about what's next, but it's going to be just as amazing I'm sure. Sorry, if I made this sappy, I just wanted you to know how I felt about this situation." Stiles parks the car and sees the gang already sitting on their bench. Malia stares blankly into nothingness and doesn't answer causing Stiles to sigh again in despair, just as he is about to say something again Malia opens her mouth and begins, "I used to love being alone in the forest and then I transformed back into a human being and I had you and I loved it but I've realised none of this would have happened if I was still a werecoyote." With that she jumped out of the car, slamming the door and stormed off in the opposite direction to their friends.