"Malia, you can't just run away from this because it's hard. You need to be able to talk to me and I need to know that when I need to talk to you that you will listen and understand my position, as a stressed out boyfriend and father of your baby who is just trying to help." Stiles ran after her, not bothering to lower his voice or worry about the fact that the entire school was now watching their scream fest. "Alright people, I think you've seen and heard enough, move along and give them some privacy." Scott rushed to their aide and began to move the crowd away not enjoying how the school population was getting their morning gossip session from his best friends."Lydia hurries to the couple and guides them to an empty stairwell before pulling a crying Malia into her arms and rubbing her back soothingly whilst Scott joins them. "What is going on? You two can't just yell and scream at each other in a school parking lot and expect for everyone to not notice." Lydia pulls Malia away and sits her down instructing her to take deep breaths in an effort to calm her down. Stiles shakes his head and sits on the other side of Malia wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Go to class guys we're fine here, actually we might just skip and go home, today's been stressful enough without the thought of people staring at us. See we'll see you tomorrow." Stiles pulls himself off the step and feels himself being pulled into a bro hug by Scott, "You know where I am this afternoon, come and see me." Stiles nods and helps Malia up and to the car, while Lydia and Scott watch on nervously; "They're going to be okay, right?" Scott glances at Lydia hoping for a strong gust of encouragement but all she does is shrug and walks away.
Getting home Stiles helped Malia out of the car and into the house where she laid down and broke into tears causing Stiles to blink several times; making sure that his eyes weren't deceiving him and that his tough-as-nails girl was actually crying. After overcoming the disbelief that shrouded his judgement, Stiles promptly knelt in front of her and gently pulled her face up to meet his eye line. "Look at me, babe." She was pulled from her breakdown instantly when hearing his voice "It's okay to be scared and frustrated at our situation because you know what I am too but I get even more scared when you shut me out and then break down. You have no idea how much I love you and I didn't know it was possible to love you more but other this last two months I have fallen in love with you a million times more and now you have to say something to stop me sounding like a complete dork." The couple laughed simultaneously and Malia placed hands on either side of his neck and drew him in for a long passionate kiss causing sparks to fly and spines to tingle. "Stiles pulled her off the couch and she wrapped her legs around his waist before he walked over to the stairs. "Hey babe, can you stop sticking your tongue down my throat for just a sec while I carry us up the steps as I am carrying very precious cargo." He winked at her and Malia blushed in response before laying her head on his shoulder. a"Reaching the top of the stairs, Stiles pushed her against the wall gently and resumed the heavy make-out. Malia brushed her hands against his waist and withdrew his shirt off his toned chest causing his breath to hitch slightly as he worked out where this was going. Continuing down the hall with Malia still wrapped around him minus a shirt he laid on the bed gently and slowly took down her baggy sweatpants and pulled his sweater off her. His eyes widened when he saw her baby bump and placed his hands on it gently, in awe of this girl in front of him. An hour later, Stiles pulled Malia sleepily onto his chest out of breathe. "Reckon that was better than the time this one was conceived?" Stiles mumbled into her ear causing her to slap his chest lightly. "Shut up, you dork." Stiles kissed her forehead gently before drifting off to sleep. Waking up to see the sun setting showed Stiles just how exhausting all this stress had been on them, particularly Malia who was not showing any signs of waking up soon. Carefully extricating himself from the bed, he got redressed and wrote her a note detailing that he went to Scott's and to call him if something was wrong, before creeping downstairs to the door and climbing into the Jeep. Driving to the vet alone gave Stiles precious time to think which he had lacked lately while he may not have made any life altering decisions just yet certain things became clearer in his mind. Not bothering to knock he walked in to see Scott mopping the floors. "Hey dude," pulling himself onto the counter and watching Scott expecting a lecture on how he and Malia can't afford to be missing school not with everything that's going on but the lecture doesn't come instead all he gets is a sympathetic look. "So you look like you could use someone to talk to." Scott began and Stiles breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slowly, "Yeah, actually now that you mention, I really could." Scott didn't speak but maintained eye contact showing Stiles that he was listening. "I don't think that we'll keep the baby. And um I don't know if I'll ever be able to let this baby go." And with that Stiles' tear ducts emptied and the tears ran out of his eyes gushing everywhere and Scott watched on with sadness and regret filling his heart over the thought of his best friend being so helpless in a dire situation.