Hey guys, sorry this one is a bit short but im half way through chapter 4 and trust me, its already about the length of this. And FYI I have named the sheriff Thomaz. Its kinda a headcannon of mine.

chapter 3

"Dad, I-can-explain" Stiles panicked. His father pulled him down the stairs by the scruff of his neck and threw him onto the sofa. Stiles caught himself before bouncing off onto the floor. He watched his father strut the length of the sofa a couple of times before stumbling, trying to process a sentence which resulting in him giving up and throwing the box at Stiles demanding an explanation.

"What the fuck is this doing in your room?" He yelled. Stiles had to put its hands up to block his face and pulled his legs up onto the sofa, hugging his knees in. This is it, this is the end. This is how I'm going to die. Stiles thought, deeming silence his best course of action. He kept his eyes halfway between his father and the floor; not sure if his father wanted him to look at him or would accuse him of insolence if he did. That was the problem with white parents, you could never tell which country's culture they were appointing that day.

"WELL?" his father yelled and Stiles rushed to speak but nothing came out of his mouth.

The sheriff sat down in a cream coloured arm chair to Stiles' left. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly then looked over at Stiles. The older man took a deep breath before speaking.

"Just, please. Tell me it isn't yours"

The sheriff was hoping, praying with his mite that Stiles wasn't the father, if Malia was indeed pregnant.

"Tell me she isn't pregnant!?" he continued, wanting for this to all be a massive misunderstanding.

Stiles sat confused for an embarrassingly long time before realising that his dad must think that the test belongs to Malia. Of course he does, who wouldn't. That's the logical reasoning. Not that his son, a teenage boy, was the one who had spent most of last week's pay check on pregnancy tests.

"FOR CHR- just talk. You at least owe me that much!"

"This has nothing to do with Malia" Stiles just about managed. The sheriff looked up to the ceiling, visibly trying to figure out what that meant. He shot a look back at his son. Stiles was still curled up but now was hugging tight onto a scatter cushion. He hadn't even realised that he had instinctively used it to protect his stomach with when his father had scared him.

"I-I mean." he cleared his throat "you're never gonna believe me" Stiles surrendered closing his eyes.

His father stood up, groaning again. A few seconds passed until he spoke again, this time with a tingle of fear in his voice:

"You're gonna start talking about the 'supernatural' again are you? But what has on. We are talking about the same thing right?"

"...I'm pregnant..." Stiles whispered, checking both ways for his girlfriend. His father strained to hear him and couldn't believe what he thought his son had said. In disbelief, he almost laughed at what he thought he had said.

"What? It sounded like you said-"

"Dad."

His father's eyes widened as the cogs in his mind started to turn. There is no way he actually said that.

"Stiles. What did you say?" his father demanded, squaring up in front of him like a Grizzly defending its cubs from a mountain lion. Stiles couldn't help but start stuttering again.

"SPEAK UP BOY" his father yelled. Stiles took a deep breath trying to ease his nerves long enough to answer.

"I'm-pregnant" he spat out but then slowed down "I'm. Pregnant. Dad." Stiles chewed on his bottom lip as he watched his father's eyes, readying for his reaction. They seemed to go blood shot and his face reddened with anger. His chest heaved slightly. Stiles could see his father thinking through things, figuring it all out; or at least attempting to.

"H-HOW?!"

"I-dont- know. I-mean. It's probably 'cause he's a werewolf. Gotta be that, right? All I know is that I passed out the other day and 'ave been feeling really crappy lately and then he said he could do this to me. I wasn't really listening after that 'cause I was kinda preoccupied with the possibility I might be pregnant and then I took the test and it said I was-"

"Shut up" his dad cut his ramblings short and lowered his voice as he stood there looking dazed.

They were both quiet for a short while. Stiles was too petrified to break the silence.

All of a sudden, his father lashed out, taking a lamp down in the process. His father grunted as he did so and Stiles yelped in response. The sheriff winced at the sound of his son's fright, not sure if he regretted scaring him or was glad he had, hoping Stiles would see how serious he was.

"No." now the sheriff was the one struggling with words and volume. Stiles watched his dad flaring his nostrils and sunk further into the sofa waiting for his response. They were a few minutes of silence, which was a million ways from comfortable. The only thing that could make this worse was if Malia choose now to walk through that front door. Tom fell back into his arm chair.

"Who?" was all he managed, his hands in each other held by his mouth. He spoke to the floor then looked up at Stiles for an answer. The sheriff had long thought he was over being surprised at what kinds of messed up scraps Stiles could get himself into.

"...Derek"

"Huh" the sheriff almost laughed "Of course". No one said anything for the longest thirty seconds Stiles had felt since taking the test. He wanted to say something, explain, beg him not to tell Malia, anything. His father seemed to be lost in thought, probably trying to wrap his head round it all. The sheriff finally broke the silence, asking if he actually was pregnant. Stiles nodded.

"Well… I took a test already. It said I was. So..." Stiles shrugged, sitting up a bit more.

The sheriff exhale, shaking his head slightly, making Stiles feel even crappier, if that was at all possible. The sheriff looked through his son with a stern and exasperated expression chiselled onto his face. He glanced at his son once more and took in the whole scene. His puffy and dark eyes, his paler then usual skin. The way he had snuggled into the seat and his clothes and hugged the pillow, it made him look so small, so vulnerable. He sighed, hands still shaking slightly with rage.

"You look knackered" he looked more disappointed and concerned now but still unmistakably angry. The permanently stressed look he held seemed to intensify. Stiles nodded, suppressing a yawn.

"Ahhh" the sheriff groaned ruining a hand through his hair "Look, just. Go lie down. We'll talk about this later."

Stiles didn't need to be told twice and lazily climbed up the stairs before collapsing into bed. Glad to be asleep and somewhere his father couldn't yell at him anymore or ask him anymore impossible questions.

Later that night, the sheriff found himself thinking about what has happened just a few hours ago. What disturbed him the most wasn't what Stiles had actually confessed but how he had been acting during their "little talk". No sarcastic remarks or desperate lies; trying to wriggle himself out of trouble. The sheriff had originally dreaded Stiles laughing nervously and spluttering something stupid. He had heard his son's response in his head. Ha, well the thing is...yeah about that. Look. Dad. It's actually quite a funny story when you think about it. In the worst case scenario this would have been how it went down and in best, he knew nothing about it. Malia would take the test and it would come back negative. End of story. But the dead silence that met him earlier that night brought everything into a sharp reality way too fast for him to handle.

He had always feared Stiles would one day take getting into trouble to the next level but he never imagined that he would be 'in trouble'. If he had broken the law, been caught while high by someone other than his dad, that he could handle. He knew people, he was the Sheriff for Christ sake. That he could do something about, that he was prepared for. That's not to say he would be happy about it but it's not like he hasn't gotten Stiles out of legal trouble before, it was doable. But this? There was nothing that could have ever prepared Tom for this.

He let his son sleep through dinner, which gave him time to get used to the idea and attempt to wrap his head round it all. Dinner was quite. According to Malia, Stiles and Scott had had an argument today and he had been acting weird all day. He told her he was ill. Why was he sitting here lying to her for Stiles? He had cheated on his girlfriend with her cousin and managed to get himself pregnant, of all things. But as much as he wanted to punish his son for being so incredibly stupid and reckless, telling Malia would only make things worse. No. this had to be dealt with internally and the less people who knew, the better.

He needed to find a way to get rid of this Bastard child and fast. He obviously had a time limit and God knows how long it even was.