Chapter 7

Malia has never considered herself an emotional person. She has spat in the devil's eye and scoffs in the face of danger. But here she is, sitting in a coffee shop, watching the only person she let anywhere near her true self take a sledge hammer to all her lines of defense. She looked to the ground as she heard her boyfriend pull his partner on top of him. Lydia had also instantly adverted her gaze when she saw them kiss. However, even a blind man would have been able to tell how cared away they were getting. Malia winced when she heard Derek's muffled laughter as he whispered, "Stop! People are watchin'-"

Much can be said for Stiles's sexual inexperience, but something he quickly worked out with Malia is that being 'the little spoon' does not mean that you can't make people do exactly what you want them to. According to Kira this was called being a 'power bottom' - but who has to label it.

They calmed down, and the baristar decided if they kept it low-key and no one complained he'd let them have their fun. Lydia stood up and glanced over quickly before standing in front of Malia to block her view; not that she was looking. The boys were holding each other, grinning and giggling as they slowly ran their lips against one another's; drawing out every jolt of pleasure. They were completely lost within each other.

"Come on. Let's get outta here" Lydia gestured to the door with a flick of her head. Malia looked up at Lydia, her expression full of rage. The corner of her lip curled up slightly, revealing her fangs. She did her best to hide her true form and was relieved that she was able to maintain her human appearance.

"Okay hunny, I know you're mad but let's not make a scene" Lydia tried her best to be authoritative and compassionate in equal measures but Malia still squinted and cocked her head at her in a threatening manner.

"Let's go!" She insisted.

Malia sighed in resignation as she stood up and followed the red head out of the coffee shop. She had to close her eyes to stop the tears and so navigated her way by scent and sound alone. Lydia tried to take her hand as they almost jogged to the car park, like she would have and always had with Alison. But the knife in the gut that was reality reminded her that Malia wasn't Alison and never would be as she snatched her arm away.

When they got in the car, Lydia started the engine but then let it turned itself off again after a few moments of inactivity. She looked over at Malia, who was hiding her face from her and was leaning against the window. She kept wiping her face and her shoulders were shaking. Lydia reached out to place a sympathetic hand on her shoulder but hesitated.

"What are you doing?" Malia growled.

"Sorry, I was just-" Lydia began, but then Malia wiped her eyes once more and sniffed before turning around, her eyes glowing and wet.

"No. I mean the car. Why aren't you driving?" she demanded.

"Don't. You wanna talk? Or just cry for a bit or whatever?" Lydia frowned, a little thrown off.

"No." came the blunt answer with a slight shake of her head. They just sat there starring at each other for a while, neither one sure what to say or how to react to the others reaction. The whole scenario was rather bizarre.

The old mini chocked to a start as Lydia turned the keys, then slowly pulled out onto the main road that ran right through the center of their town. Neither spoke as they circled the town center. It was almost half an hour before Malia realised that her friend wasn't driving with a destination in mind or on the map.

"For God sake, just take me home or let me out!" Malia yelled, startling Lydia.

"I was giving you time to, you know, think and process everything. I was giving myself some time too" Lydia defended her actions, starting to get a little annoyed with Malia unpredictability illogical behaviour.

"I don't need your help" she spat at her and Lydia stopped at the traffic lights. They were still within walking distance of the town center. Malia started trying to open the door.

"LET ME OUT!" She yelled, banging on the door, working herself into a state of panic and rage.

"Whoa! This thing's Vintage, ya know!" Lydia protested.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I hurting your precious car?"

The lights soon turned and Lydia took Amber as green and risked a ticket to get off the main road. The sudden jolt made Malia almost hit her head on the dashboard but she caught herself and sneered at Lydia. They came to a halt, as Lydia pulled over in a residential road.

"What's your problem? I'm only trying to be nice" Lydia snapped and before Malia could touch the door handle, she flicked the child locks. Malia hit the door once more and moaned in frustration before let her hands fall to her lap in defeat.

"I'm sorry, I know your upset but-"

"Do you?" Malia looked back to the red head.

"No. Not really, but I have watched a lot of Gossip Girl." This almost managed to make Malia laugh. She snorted. Lydia saw this as an opportunity and continued. "And I mean a LOT. Like TONES. I mean hour upon hour upon hour…"

They both seemed to remember what had previously transpired at the same time. They watched as each other's smiles faded like a mirrored reflection. Lydia bit the corner of her lip, unsure of what to say next. She had suddenly become aware that they were both matching each-others actions as they lounged back in their chairs and looked sideways at one another, really resting into their head rests. Malia felt a wave of comfort and calm wash over her as she stopped trying to run, forgot about her 'no longer' her cousin and Bitch of a boyfriend and just let Lydia take control. Who knew submission could feel this nice.

"Sisters?" Lydia both asked and confirmed her commitment to their friendship. Malia only gave a small nod in response but it was enough to communicate her desire for a silent body to stay next to hers.

Malia avoided her "boyfriend" all that evening; opting to watch TV with his dad rather than risking knocking him out then having to explain herself. She was forced to sleep in the same bed as him but made it very clear that she wasn't going to do as much as let their arms touch under the covers. He seemed to get the message pretty quickly.

"What's wrong?" She heard him ask, but she could see from the look in his eyes that he was only playing the caring lover and rather liked it this way.

All throughout their lazy weekend breakfast, Stiles looked as though he was aching to speak with her. Even his father could see that something was up but he didn't seem prepared to do anything about it. After a while, Thomaz finally made his leave, announcing that he was meeting Melissa to watch a movie. Stiles sighed in relief and seemed to deflate as his father left. He then almost fell over himself, rushing to through the cooked breakfast his father had so lovingly prepared; that he had barely touched, away and started scrubbing his flesh raw.

"What are you doing?" She had to ask

"The grease is making me wanna barf" he explained, not really explaining anything. Awkward silences were, all of a sudden, a rather common situation between the two, so much so that It'd be more profitable to point out when the none awkward ones occurred. This was not one of those incidences.

"Where did you disappear to after school?" She tried to make the conversation feel natural which perhaps made things worse.

"Derek dragged me to one of those hipster coffee bars" he responded casually, a lot better at pretending than she is.

"All evening?" She pressed

"Pretty much" he said thoughtful, licking the spoon to a his yogurt; having not actually eaten yet "we kinda got t' talking and stuff…"

"And stuff?"

"Erm, yeah. You know…"

"No. I don't"

She knew she sounded like a crazy nagging girlfriend but she also knew she trusted her senses above any human and forgetting that had been foolish but above all weak. So if he didn't even have the decency to be straight with her about whatever is going on between the two of them, then she deserved to enjoy making him sweat.

"Well just, you know, talking and hanging out" he laughed but it wasn't nervously, more suspicious of why she was acting weird.

"Anything happened?"

"Like?"

He sat back down opposite her at the breakfast table.

"Anything interesting or unusual?"

He opted to continue eating rather than answer her.

"Anything you want to tell me?"

"Why?" He squinted his eyes at her

"Or something you should tell me" her voice carried emotion this time and a look in her eyes that told him now was the time to stop fucking around.

"Nope" he starred back at her with the same amount of intensity. His lazy response betraying the guilt in his eyes.

Malia was so close and so ready to start more shit than his fragile human brain could even comprehend, let alone take; but she didn't. She scoffed to herself then took a deep breath and stood. She looked down at him and took him in for what he really was, and then walked away. No more, no less and nothing else was needed. She heard him slam his head on the table in defeat and surrender as she walked away. "Maybe something was to be said for this restraint bullshit Lydia seemed so fond of" she couldn't help smiling as she thought to herself. "Oh, but if he thinks he's getting away with it that easily he's got another thing coming".

The next few days were pretty sullen around the house. Even if his father had cooled down and was starting to get used the idea that maybe his son was actually going to give birth to his own child, the environment at the house still felt rather uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact that Malia and Stiles couldn't even escape each other at school. The weekend went slow and strenuously.

Back at school, Stiles developed the habit of watching clocks, however unlike most of the students he prayed that the school bells wouldn't ring. The day eventually came to an end and to his delight, Stiles found himself alone upon arriving home from school. Peace did not last long as someone barged through his front door while shouting.

"Dude we need to talk!" It was Scott. He dragged Stiles by the scruff of his sleeve and dragged him upstairs backwards.

"Whoa, whoa! What?" Stiles detached himself and shouted back, annoyed at his peace having been disrupted.

"What the hell is going on between you and Derek!?" He demanded then turned and walked into Stiles's bedroom.

"Err, you forgot?" Stiles asked confused as he gestured to his stomach. The pair now stood in his room.

"No. I know that" Scott slapped his hands away then they both fell on to the double bed together. "The kissing? Last Friday?"

"How do you know about that?"

"The girls. Well, Lydia and Malia." Scott explained.

"oh-wait, Lydia knows?" Stiles had already figured out that Malia must had known something, and someone seeing them kiss the other day wasn't a massive leap of assumptions to make.

"Yeah, apparently they were together when they saw you guys making out. Which, by the way, thank you for telling me!" Stiles muttered an unapologetic sorry. "Seriously, you don't tell me anything these days. We're still close right?"

"Yeah, of course"

"Good" Scott linked his arm in with Stiles as they lent against the head board together. They sat there silently for almost five minutes before Stiles reached to mute his vibrating phone. Upon questions, he told Scott that it was Derek, again. He explained that they hadn't really spoken since that evening and that he had called a few times and sent texts but Stiles wasn't really in the mood for that.

"Dude I told you to tell her last week"

"I know"

"And now she knows"

"I know"

"But what do you do? You go and cheat on her more! And in front of her of all things-"

"I KNOW!" he yelled and pulled away from his friend. "YOU THINK I haven't thought about that? I have my doubts about if she's even coming home tonight and the worst part is that if I was her, I wouldn't."

Not sure what else to say or do, Scott placed his hand on Stiles' shoulder apologetically; it didn't take a masseuse to feel the tension he was caring.

"And now I've gotta pee again" he grumbled and crawled off the bed.

Scott chuckled to himself as he watched his best friend fall off the bed, scramble his way out of the room and head to the bathroom down the hall. All the years that they had known each other, that they had been friends, Scott never once did anything but support him; Stiles was making it hard this time. They were brothers in arms, all too literally these days, which meant he had a duty to him but how was he supposed to do that when all logic says to have the abortion he had waited too long for. He knew what Stiles and all mums around the world would say to this, they'd say he doesn't understand and that its complicated. And Scott would just have to believe them on that.

All this being said, he is his friend and Scott will stand by his side through this; even if his dad or Derek doesn't. He does have some, limited but some, sympathy for Stiles's situation. It isn't exactly ideal and he definitely isn't the first stupid kid to cheat on his girlfriend; why was he getting punished so much?

Whilst Stiles was away 'taking care of business' the door bell rang.

"SCOOTTT" Stiles yelled from the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah. I know" he replied, not nearly loud enough as he answered the door.

Behind the large wooden door was a put out looking Derek Hale. When he saw it was him, Scott automatically pushed forward the screen door and gestured for him to come in; which he did.

"Oh good you're here. Stiles needs to talk to you about something" Scott told him as he closed the doors behind them.

"Is he okay?"

"Understandably stressed and irritable." came Scott's prognoses.

"Yeah well, where is he? Like you said we need to talk" Derek's patience was wearing thin. Between the bank not processing the direct debts he had set up with his tenants and his car breaking down on the way over here, Derek didn't have time for high school drama. He was going to find out why Stiles was ignoring him and possibly blow off a little stream by yelling at Stiles about not pissing him about. Then he was going to go home, draw a bath and ignore everything and everybody for at least sixteen hours.

As if on cue, Stiles appeared bouncing down the stairs with more enthusiasm than necessary. His energy drew their attention to him and answered Derek's question.

"Who was at the -oh hi" Stiles stopped and forced a smile at Derek; his less than impressed expression alarming Stiles even more then he already was.

"Cómo estás?" Derek took a step towards the stairs Stiles was still standing on, creating a height difference.

"Bien... Gracias bebé" Stiles replied hesitantly with his best textbook-learned Spanish. Derek and Scott were both visibly surprised by their friend's choice of words.

"Baby?" He laughed. Then he glanced over to Scott and added "Can we talk in private? I fear we've just exhausted your High school Spanish"

"Errmm, yeah" Stiles looked around as he spoke then nodded towards an open door. He went to grab Derek's hand to lead him by but Scott pulled him back by it instead.

"You have to tell him" Scott hissed nowhere near quietly enough.

"Yeah..."Stiles sighed. He wondered if there was any way he could get out of this but Derek raised his eyebrows at him suspiciously before turning into the room.

"I mean the fact that you are" he looked to see if Derek was out of earshot before continuing in a hushed tone "carrying his child. NOW!"

"I KNOW!"

"Good. 'Cause he has a right to know, ya know." Scott insisted as Stiles pulled away to join Derek in the living room.

He slammed the door shut pretending it would stop Scott from eavesdrop and lent against it. Stiles stayed still and silent as he watched Derek take the room in. He had stopped by the mantel pierce and was inspecting the display of pictures. He recognised a younger looking sheriff and young Scott along with another kid who could easily be Stiles. There was a woman, however, who seemed to be the main subject of almost all the photos; save one of Stiles and Scott graduating from Middle school. The hearth was also, carefully decorated with two large vases bursting with colourful plants.

"Dad doesn't believe in organised religion so I guess that his version of an altar" Stiles cut into the silence but Derek didn't turn around and just nodded softly.

As Stiles watched the father of his child wonder round the room, it dawned on him that it was the first time he had ever been in here. He's pregnant with their child and Derek has never seen his mother, they've never been on a date or any of the other things normal couples do, before having a kid together. There is no longer any doubt about it in Stiles's mind, he has to tell Derek and he has to do it now.

Derek finally turned around and looked at Stiles up and down before sighing overly dramatically, his eyes looked heavy but not from a lack of sleep.

"Can we just cut the bullshit please" Derek eventually said and Stiles nodded enthusiastically; both eager and terrified. Derek nodded again and looked ever so slightly relieved but still unmistakably drawn as he sat down on the sofa, facing the opposite wall.

"Well?" Derek's throat was tickling with impatience as he stared out, straight ahead.

"Well what?" Stiles frowned.

"What do you mean 'well what'?" Derek cheeks blushed slightly with annoyance.

He twisted his torso and slid his arm on top of the sofa back so that he could look Stiles directly in the eyes. Stiles stepped forward until he was close enough to Derek's Aura to make his skin tingle.

"What the hell is going on here?" His eyes bulged and he continued before Stiles had a chance "First, we have amazing sex which you conveniently claim to 'not remember', then you make it very clear that you don't want to go any further with this which I get. Really. It's not the first time someone has wanted to 'stay friends' after sleeping with me. I get it-"

"Derek-" Stiles tried to speak, his voice gentle and burning with guilt. Between the baby and Malia, he hadn't stopped to think about Derek.

"NO. it's fine. But what I don't get is all the flirting? And the kiss? God, that kiss. It felt so much more than a kiss; they should invent a new word for whatever that was. Then you what, turn your phone off?"

"It's not like that!" Stiles protested, keeping his voice as even as humanly possible.

"WELL, WHAT IS IT LIKE THEN? BECAUSE-B-because last time I checked, this is not even remotely logical behavior let alone appropriate. What am I supposed to think Stiles? Hhmmm?"

A silence hung in the air allowing them time to process everything Derek has just chucked into the room and at Stiles. They stared into each other's eyes, both unable to decode anything from the messed up mix of emotions they were both experiencing.

"I have a girlfriend" Stiles stated solemnly and took Derek's hand in his as he lent over the sofa. Derek looked at their hands but let Stiles take his.

"Oh and I bet she'd love to hear all about this? Huh?" He swallowed hard as he spoke, his heart caught in his throat.

"Are you threatening me?" Stiles took a step back, slightly shocked. Their hands fell out of each others as quickly as they came together.

"No! yeah- I don't know" Derek flung himself round and hid his face in his hands, hunched over. Stiles stepped forward again and let his hands fall to his maybe-lover's shoulders. He circled them in his palms and lightly massaged his shoulder blades, trying to comfort him in the only way he knew how.

"Are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern. Derek shook his head, so slightly that Stiles wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been able to feel it resonate through his entire body.

"I just need you to tell me yes or no and then either get the fuck out of my life or Never ever leave." he lifted his head and stretched into Stiles touch.

"It's not that simple"

"It can be" Derek looked back round. His eyes seemed suddenly bright with hope and excitement as he took each of Stiles' hands in each of his and held on to them as if his life depended on it. Though Stiles, while not letting go, still looked worried and ever so slightly distant.

"No, it can't" he stated firmly "Derek, I'm Pregnant"