It was the middle of the night when Scott heard a soft knock at his door. His mom was working the nightshift, so he guessed it was Stiles, but when he opened the door, he noticed it was neither Stiles nor his mom, but instead it was his girlfriend.
"Allison?" Scott asked confused. "What are you doing here?"
Scott used his superhuman hearing to concentrate on the sounds outside. Once he made sure there was no one out there that may have followed her to his house, he gently guided her into his room. She went over to his bed and sat on the edge and he sat right beside her, his hands resting on hers.
"Scott," she said, her voice sounding as though she was scared, which made Scott's heart clench.
"What?" he asked, guessing it probably had something to do with her family. Maybe they found out they were still together.
She was quiet for a few minutes as she stared at his doorway. Then she opened her mouth, but no words came out, so Scott decided to guess. "Does it have to do with your family?" She looked confused, like she didn't know whether to say yes or no, so he decided to reword the question. "Does it have to do with your parents?" She shook her head no. "Gerard or Kate?" She shook her head again. "School?" No. "Allison, I could really use a hint."
Instead of answering him with words, she reached into her back pocket, pulled something small out of it, and handed it to Scott. He looked it over, and was confused for a moment as he read her name at the bottom. He wasn't sure what it was at first, but then realization came over him as he felt as though he might throw up.
"Is this a… a sonogram?" he asked, begging God for his guess to be wrong.
It was like that question broke open a dam as the water works started to pour out of Allison's eyes. Scott didn't know what he was supposed to do, so he took her into his arms and let her cry it out on him. When she finally caught her breath, she kept repeating, "I'm so sorry Scott. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's okay, it's my responsibility too. How far along are you?"
"Ten weeks, almost eleven." She said as she looked down at the sonogram.
"Are you gonna… you know get rid of it?" he asked, not sure what he wanted her to say.
She shook her head. "No, I can't kill this baby."
"Allison," Scott said as he stared at the sonogram, "I just turned 16, you're 17, we're both sophomores in high school, your family literally wants me dead, how are we going to take care of a baby?"
PRESENT DAY. . .
"And so, in reality, I should be in first line. I mean, come on statistically, with all the people that we have lost to injury or quiting or… ignoring their best friends when they are talking to them," Stiles said annoyed as he noticed the spaced out look his friend sported.
"Huh?" Scott asked, being pulled from his thoughts.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh nothing, just your friend having an existential crisis."
Scott sighed as he laid his head on the lunch table they were sitting at. "Sorry man, Charlotte was so cranky this morning because we think she caught a cold from Kevin. Also, I got four hours of sleep last night, my boss yelled at me for what felt like an hour about something I messed up on, then when I got home my mom got mad that I didn't fix the washing machine like I was supposed to over the weekend an-" Stiles cut him off.
"Okay, okay, I get it, you have more important problems." Stiles said. "I just felt like we haven't had bro time at all recently. I mean, I know you love your daughter to death, believe me I love my Goddaughter, but you need a night to kick back, relax, and not have to think about changing diapers or spit up."
Scott thought it over. The idea sounded appealing to him, but he had to say no. "I can't. Allison is stuck with the baby every day after school, nights, and on weekends, and she never asks for a night off to hang out with Lydia, so why do I deserve one?"
Stiles sighed understandably, and said, "Well then, why don't we hang out tonight? You can tell Allison to take the night off and hang with Lydia, and you and me can take care of the two sweet brats. Maybe we can rent a movie while Charlotte is asleep and stick the dwarf in a playpen."
Scott rolled his eyes. "You really have no idea how hard it is to take care of an infant and a two-year-old, do you?"
"Dude, come on. There is one of us for each of them, and one is your daughter, how hard could it be?"
SCOTT AND ALLISON EQUALS CHARLOTTE
"I don't know," Allison said nervously as she heard Scott's idea.
"Why?" Scott asked defensively. "She is my daughter," he whispered so that Gerard couldn't hear as he had ears everywhere in the school, "I think I can take care of her and Kevin."
"Of course, you can. I just haven't been away from her at all except when I was at school with you, I don't know how I'll handle being away from both of you for a few hours."
"I know you'll be okay. This will be good for you. It will help you with separation in the future, and you deserve a night out, after four months of none. You don't have go wild and get drunk at some crazy ass party, but maybe go bowling, eat a nice meal that isn't microwaved, I want you to have that. I feel guilty all the time that I am out playing lacrosse, or on weekend nights when I can go to bed early and sleep for a while, when I know that you are getting only a few hours of sleep and constantly bathing and changing our little girl that we both had a part in creating."
Allison smile as she leaned against her locker. "You have a way with words. She covered her grin with her sleeve covered hand as she nodded. "Okay, I'll ask Lydia if she wants to hang out tonight. If she doesn't have plans, which she very well could, then when you come back from lacrosse practice, I will go out. Only for a couple of hours though."
"Great."
Hey guys, Thanks for the support you have shown for this fanfiction so far. It really helps motivate me to write more for a fanfiction that I know people want more of. Stiles and Scott babysit by themselves tomorrow. Wonder how that will go? ;-) have a great day and don't forget to review what you thought about this chapter.