"So, have you told your parents yet?" Scott asked as they sat back to back at two different lunch tables.

"I can't," she said, and for what felt like the hundredth time since she found out, her eyes started to fill with tears.

Scott leaned his hand back and grabbed hers, rubbing it with his thumb to try and calm her down.

"I don't mean to rush you, but Allison you are already fourteen weeks. You're showing a little. They're going to find out eventually and don't you think it would be better if you told them?" Scott asked, and Allison knew that he was right.

"Okay, I'll tell them tonight. Gosh, they are going to think I'm such a slut. Sleeping with someone, right after "breaking up" with you. They will probably suggest I get an abortion."

"Well, don't worry. They can't force you to get an abortion, if you don't want to," he reassured her.

"Uh, have you met my parents? Or my aunt? Or my grandfather? You don't believe that they would find a way to get me an abortion without my consent."

Scott gulped, "Well, if you feel like you are in any danger, just scream. I'll be close enough where I can here you, okay?"

"No, if you come to help, they will kill you," he said in protest.

"Allison, if I let anything happen to you or our baby when I could have prevented it, it would be worse than death."

Present day.

"Okay, so you know where her bottles are. I pumped a few so you should be good all night. The diapers are on the changing table, and Kevin is potty training, so he might have an accident because he gets nervous and doesn't want to tell people when he has to go. If that happens, just give him a quick bath and throw a pullup on him. She will want her bottle at-"

"Five-thirty and again at seven. Allison, I know how to take care of my daughter," Scott reassured her.

Allison sighed. "I guess I'm being a little overprotective."

"A little?" Lydia asked as she sat at the kitchen table texting. "We were supposed to leave over twenty minutes ago."

Allison gave her a look before turning back to Scott and giving him a kiss goodbye. "I love you."

"I love you too." Allison then turned to her daughter and gave her a big kiss on her cheek.

"Mommy loves you. Be good for Daddy and Uncle Stiles."

"She always is," Stiles reassured her.

Month's ago

Allison walked through the door of her house, her anxiety weighing on her more and more as she saw her aunting and her mother setting the table for dinner.

"Hey sweetie. Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready in a few," Victoria said as she noticed her daughter.

"Okay," Allison said, trying to make sure her voice didn't sound too nervous.

They all sat down at the table and the three adults made small talk as Allison sat in her seat, playing with her food.

"Allison are you okay? You haven't touched your food," Victoria said as she noticed her daughter still had all her food on her plate.

"Yeah, I just… I have something to tell you," she responded.

Chris and Victoria hooked eyes as they tried to figure out what kind of trouble their 17-year-old daughter might be in.

"What is it?" Chris asked.

"I-I… I'm pregnant," she said, then cringed as she saw her aunt slam her knife into the table.

No one said anything for a moment as they all stared at Allison so hard she folded into herself.

"What?" Chris asked.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated.

"I'm going to kill him," Chris said as he stood, his sister and wife standing right after.

"Don't worry big brother. We're going to break Scott so hard, he howls at the moon," Kate agreed as they started to walk away from the table.

"NO. Scott's not the father," she said quickly, making them all turn.

"What do you mean Scott's not the father?" Kate asked, not believing her.

"I mean, Scott and I never had sex. Lydia snuck me into a bar with fake ids she got from a guy she knows. I met someone there and I was so upset over me and Scott breaking up, that I slept with him. I don't have any way of contacting him," Allison said, recollecting every bit of the story she thought of with Scott and Lydia.

"You slut," Victoria said in a nastily tone.

"Victoria," Chris said harshly.

"No, don't Victoria me. Our daughter had a one-night stand with a man she doesn't know the name of, and is now carrying his child. How are you not mad at her?"

"Oh, I am extremely mad at her, though more disappointed than anything," he said while giving her a pointed look, "but I don't think that yelling at her, and calling her names is the best way to deal with this."

Oh gosh, Allison had no idea how she would survive without her father.

"No Christopher, the way to deal with this is a simple, five-minute procedure called an abortion."

"NO! I AM NOT KILLING THIS BABY AND IT WOULDN'T MATTER IF THE FATHER WAS SCOTT, OR SOME RANDOM STRANGER'S, IT IS STILL MY BABY."

Kate took a deep breath before saying, "Allison, it is not a baby. It's just a clump of cells. What are you, 5, 6 weeks?"

"Fourteen," she whispered.

"Fourteen?" her dad questioned loudly, "Why are you just telling us now?"

"Because, I knew you would react this way and try and make me abort it. I looked up the law for our state, it says you can't have an abortion after twelve weeks without some sort of health problem." (just to make sure y'all no I have no idea, it's probably not, but for the sake of this story, it is)

"Allison, you are seventeen. How could you let this happen?"

"Well it's not like I wanted to become a single mother at seventeen, but it's happening. I am not going to kill this baby, and now you can't."

Present Day…

"Come on bud, you have to eat. Look at this," Stiles said as he lifted the spoon of mac and cheese to Kevin's mouth.

Kevin shouted, "NO," before hitting the spoon away and running to the den.

"Uh Scott, a little help here?" he asked.

"I'm kinda busy here Stiles," he responded as he tried to get his daughter to drink from her bottle.

Stiles stood at the end of the hall watching as Kevin eyed him from around the corner. "Okay you little devil. I will pay you ten dollars, if you eat all of your mac and cheese, okay?"

Kevin just giggled at him and ran towards his Lego Duplos.

"I swear, that kid is crazy," Stiles said as he picked the spoon off the floor.

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked while laughing. "I'm pretty sure he's a mini you. Are you sure he's not yours?"

"Ha ha, very funny, but some of us know how to use a condom," Stiles retorted back.

Scott looked offended, but he was able to throw back, "Sure, what so you don't get an STD from your bedsheets?"

Stiles tried, but failed to think of something, so instead he ran into the den and chased Kevin. After getting about a dozen blocks thrown at him, he was finally able to catch him and lift him into the air, making the small boy giggle with glee.

"Okay, here is the deal. Mommy wants us to give you a bath tonight. Do you like baths?" Kevin shook his head. "Okay, then how about you finish your dinner, then we will tell mommy that you fell asleep before we could give you your bath, huh?"

"STILES," Scott yelled from down the hall, "WE'RE NOT GOING TO LIE TO HIS MOM."

"OKAY," Stiles yelled defeated. He looked around the room for guidance, and smiled when he saw the Luke Skywalker doll lying on the ground. He picked it up, and held it in front of Kevin's face. "Look at Luke. Do you like Luke?" Kevin nodded. "Well, Luke loves mac and cheese. He eats in all the time."

Kevin's eyes widened as he asked, "He does?"

Stiles nodded. "Yep, Luke wishes mac and cheese was the only food that was ever invented, because they're his favorite food. So, if Luke Skywalker wants to eat mac and cheese, don't you?"

Kevin nodded as he ran back to his seat and climbed into it, grabbing his spoon and shoving a large spoonful into his mouth.

Scott however, was not having as good of a time. She wouldn't stop refusing his bottle as her cries grew louder and more heartbreaking. Scott didn't want to have to call Allison to ask her to come back, but he didn't want his daughter to be hungry. "Come on honey, don't you want a little food?"

Stiles looked at him sympathetically. "Maybe she needs her diaper changed?" he guessed.

Scott turned to him with a scowl. "I think I would know if my daughter needed a diaper change. She's not wet, or tired, so she has to be hungry, but she isn't eating at all."

"Well, maybe it's because of the bottle. I mean, if I were her I wouldn't want to transfer from Allison's- I'll stop talking now," Stiles said when he noticed the look Scott was giving him.

"She changes between bottle and straight from the source all the time. I've given her a bottle plenty, so that shouldn't be it."

"Okay, well maybe your gonna have to call Allison."

"Ugh, but she needs this, and I need to prove I can take care of our daughter without her."

Past…

All three of the adults were giving her angered looks, but her mother was also giving off disgust.

"I cannot believe this. You are giving that baby up for adoption as soon as it pops out of you. You're not even going to look at that thing."

"Come on, let's all calm down a little," Chris told her.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN CHRIS?" Kate asked. "How the heck are we supposed to calm down? How are you so calm? The 17-year-old standing in front of us, just told us she is having a baby in a matter of months. She can't even abort it."

Allison couldn't take it anymore. She took one last glance at all the adults, then ran to her room.

Present…

"No, no, no, we do not splash Stiles. Stiles does not like his clothing getting wet. Nooooo, KEVIN NO!" Sadly, for him, his screams did nothing to stop the child, it only made him squeal louder in delight. "Okay, listen here you little punk. If you don't stop right now, I will take all of your toys, and break them in half." Kevin's smile dropped when he said that. His eyes glistened with tears and his lip quivered as he bursted into tears.

"Stiles?" Scott yelled from downstairs, "did you make Kevin cry?"

"No," Stiles yelled as he smiled down at the crying toddler. "Here, if you give me a big smile, then I will let you stay up past your bedtime tonight, okay."

Kevin stopped crying and broke out in a giant grin, nodding excitedly. Stiles washed his hair, then picked him up out of the bathtub, and wrapped him in his bear towel with a cute hood on the top. He threw Kevin over his shoulder, brought him into his bedroom and helped him into his pullup then put on his Spiderman footie pajamas. He then held out his hand and led him down the stairs to Scott, who still hadn't gotten Charlotte to eat anything.

Suddenly Stiles got an idea, so he walked over to Charlotte and put his hand on her forehead.

"Scott, she's burning up man," Stiles said in a worried tone. Scott moved his hand and put his own on her's, his eyes widening as he did so.

"Oh gosh, we got to take her to the hospital," Scott said as he ran out to his car.

"Scott, what are we supposed to do with Kevin?" Stiles asked as he carried the boy out to the front yard.

"His car seat is in the house. Grab it, quick."

Stiles ran back into the house, grabbed the car seat from the den, and carried both it and Kevin to the car. Luckily the car seat was pretty easy to put in, and soon enough they were on their way to the emergency room.

At the Mall…

Allison knocked on the dressing room for the fourth time then said, "Come on Lydia. You've been in there for ten minutes. Can't we go to the food court and come back?" Before Lydia got a chance to respond, Allison's phone started to buzz. She pulled it out of her pocket, and became worried when she saw Scott's name pop up. "Hey, Sc-"

"-Allison, we are taking Charlotte to the emergency room," Scott said, cutting her off.

"What, why?" she asked as she gathered her things and banged on the door.

"Charlotte is burning up."

"Lydia, we have to go now," Allison said loudly, making an annoyed Lydia open the door.

"Why?"

"Scott is taking Charlotte to the hospital. He says she is burning up."

Month's ago

Allison sat on her bed, clutching her pillow, and crying into it, when she heard her window slide open. She quickly turned on her side and said, "You shouldn't be here."

Scott's heart broke at his girlfriend's tear stained face, and wrapped his arms around her. "I heard you crying, and I couldn't let you be alone."

Allison wanted to push him away. She wanted to tell him how stupid he was being for consoling her when one of her parents or God forbid Kate, could walk in at any moment, but instead she cried in his shoulder, and he let her until she fell asleep and he silently slipped out her window.