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Allison's tired eyes fluttered open as she felt the cool breeze fill her small hospital room. She pulled the blankets up to her neck, then looked around to see what had caused it, when she noticed the open window. Her eyes widened as she looked around the room for her daughter, to find her curled up in Scott's arms.

"Scott," she said as she breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, "you scared me."

He turned around slowly, still looking down at their daughter as he did so. Once he was facing her, he looked up and said, "Sorry, I ran here as soon as I got your text, but then I saw your aunt's car in the parking lot, so I climbed up the side of the hospital to the floor you were on, accidentally climbed into a few people's windows, but then finally I found your room, and luckily the only people in here were you and her." He looked back down at his daughter, and his heart almost couldn't take the amount of love he was currently feeling.

"I'm glad you made it here safely. I thought they would never leave, but luckily my mom needed to go home and my aunt drove all of us, so they had to all go with her," Allison said happily, then let out a loud yawn.

She scooted over and waved for him to sit next to her. He walked to the side of her bed, then slowly sat down beside her so that they could cradle their daughter in both pairs of arms.

"I can't believe we're parents. We have a daughter. Gosh, a year ago I was debating getting a goldfish, but I didn't because I thought I wasn't responsible enough to take care of it, and now I have to take care of an infant," Scott said as his happiness was overtaken with worry.

Allison leaned her head against his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we are going to do this together, Dad."

When she called him dad, his smile reappeared. "I can't believe I'm a dad."

"Well, believe it. You're a dad, I'm a mom, we are parents."

They both heard a small whimper coming from the infant in their arms while they sat in a comfortable science, not noticing the person who was standing outside of the room, and that person had heard everything.

Present day.

Scott was sitting on the hospital bed with an asleep Charlotte laying in his arms, when Allison ran into the room in panic.

"How is she? Is she okay?" she asked as she sat beside Scott on the bed.

"Yeah, yeah, she is fine. Her fever is gone and she took a bottle," Scott assured her.

Allison breathed a deep sigh of relief as she gently kissed the top of their daughter's forehead.

"I was so scared. When you called, I immediately ran out of the store, but I was holding a shirt I hadn't bought, so of course the alarm went off. I had to convince them that I wasn't trying to steal it. Then Lydia was low on gas so we had to get some. I was so worried and nothing was going right." Allison's eyes started to fill with tears, so Scott took his free arm and wrapped it around her.

"Hey, everything is okay now. She is going to be okay. Shh, shh," he said, trying to calm her down.

She laughed, then wiped away her tears. "I know, I feel stupid for crying now that she is okay, but it just, it just all built up."

She rested her head against his shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head. "I know. Believe me, my heart is still racing."

"So, what was wrong with her?"

Scott looked down at Charlotte, then said, "We'll, it turns out that baby werewolves can't handle the full moon, so their bodies try to fight it off like a sickness."

Allison shot up quickly and stared at Scott with wide eyes. "You mean she's a werewolf. Like I knew there was a chance, but we know for certain now?" Scott nodded. "What are we going to do? We can't have her randomly shifting in front of my family."

"No, it's okay. She is only supposed to be able to shift in really stressful situations."

"She's a baby, Scott. She gets stressed out when she is hungry, or tired, or just bored. How are we going to keep our three-month-old from getting stressed?" Allison asked as she herself got stressed. Scott took Charlotte and placed her in the middle of the bed then wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "We'll figure it out. We figured out how to trick you family into thinking she's not mine, we will find a way."

After a long goodbye from Scott, and an even longer one from Mellissa, who did not want her granddaughter to leave, Allison drove home. When she got there, she took Charlotte out of her car seat and walked in with the intent of going straight to bed, but she was stopped in the middle of climbing the stairs, by her mom.

"Allison, put her to bed, then come back downstairs. There are some things we need to discuss."

Allison internally groaned, but did what she was told. After putting her daughter in her bassinet, and giving her a kiss good night, she walked back downstairs to the den where her aunt and father sat on the couch and her mother stood beside them by the fireplace, and Gerard sat in a chair. When he noticed Allison he told her, "Please, take a seat."

She suddenly became nervous as they all stared at her. Her mother was the first to speak.

"We have discovered who the Kanima is, and we have a plan to execute an attack. We need your full agreement on the plan." Allison gulped. They knew the Kanima was Jackson, and now they were going to try to kill him. She knew Scott and Stiles had been working on a way to save him, and trying to keep his identity a secret from her family.

"Well, I don't know. I don't think that I should fight. I can't leave Charlotte by herself; what if something happens to me?," Allison said, trying to find a way to not have to battle her friends and boyfriend.

Kate rolled her eyes. "For the love of God, Allison. We're fighting a Kanima, not an atomic bomb, and your kid will be better off with parents who can actually take care of it."

"Kate," Chris said warningly, "that's enough." He then turned to Allison. "We need you, but you're right. I don't want to make Charlotte an orphan, I don't want to lose you in general, but we do need your help. They used to be your friends, so you know how they act and what they will do, so we need you to help us prepare."

Allison looked around the room as she tried to think of what to say next. Her silence upset her grandfather, who turned to her as he stood up, and started to yell, "COME ON, ALLISON. ARE YOU WITH US OR AGAINST US?"

Luckily for Allison, the yelling woke up Charlotte. So, she was able to leave the room to calm her back down. When she walked in, her eyes widened as she looked into the bassinet to see her daughter's yellow eyes staring back at her.