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It shouldn't have hurt so much. Part of her always expected it, but it still hurt.
She knew Derek had his trouble. Hell, they all did. But she always thought they'd manage to make things work. And the sex had been pretty amazing if she said so herself. But Derek had come to her earlier and told her it was a mistake getting together. That they should keep their distance. He'd been so cold, it hurt Stiles more than she liked to admit. Even when they first met he had more emotion. Granted it was angry and hostile, but still more emotion.
A month later her period doesn't come. Or the month after that and she starts to feel sick. A discreet pharmacy run later and she confirms her theories.
She tried to talk to Derek, but he's avoiding her like the plague.
It's also one of those times when something is happening to everyone, so no one has time to notice her breakdown. It's way too late to hide it from her father, especially since he's the one who finds her while in her episode. She comes clean about being pregnant, but refuses to say who the father is. She gets a very big lecture while she stares at her father's very disappointed face.
They don't speak for a few days.
Stiles feels nauseous and it's nothing to do with the baby.
Dear gods, a baby!
When they finally do talk, her dad's nicer. More accepting. Still disappointed and angry, but for her. Stiles has basically told him that she told the baby's father and he wanted nothing to do with them. Her father wanted to find him and pistol whip the bastard. It made her feel slightly better.
Then he asked her a really hard question.
"What do you want to do?"
And it was a very heavy loaded question.
Keep it? Get rid of it? Put it up for adoption?
It was a long month, but eventually plans were made. Stiles had an aunt. Her mother's sister. They'd lost contact after Claudia's death, but after a phone call and explaining the situation, it was agreed that Stiles would spend the rest of her pregnancy with her.
She doesn't tell the pack. Doesn't say goodbye. Doesn't give any excuses and forbids her dad from saying anything either. It was safer for that, she told herself. For the pack, for her...for the baby.
Running into Isaac was a complete and utter surprised.
She thought he'd gone to France with Argent, and apparently he had. But he needed to come back and Isaac's French wasn't that good, so he came back too. Each went on their own ways since Isaac didn't want to go down the path Chris was currently on. And considering how many hunters Chris would deal with, it was probably safer that Isaac didn't.
Stiles and him had run into each other at the supermarket. She wasn't showing much yet, and used a sweater to cover it up, so Isaac didn't know right away that she was pregnant. Stiles didn't think their meet and greets would be too often, just random bumps in every week or month or so.
So it turned into a surprise when it seemed like Stiles was running into Isaac every day. Be it at the market, the park, the post office. Isaac was everywhere apparently.
When Stiles's morning sickness took a really bad turn and she stayed indoors, Isaac showed up at her door with some chicken noodle soup.
Stiles let him in and they talked.
Isaac found out that Stiles was pregnant, but it wasn't until the fifth month that he learned Stiles's story. The blond's anger for Stiles felt nice. She let him stay with them, and her aunt didn't mind. With the amount of travel she does, she liked that Stiles wouldn't be left alone. Since then Isaac's become Stiles's personal helper. Stiles was sure a lot of it had to do with pack dynamics, but she didn't really have much to go on, and Isaac didn't know either.
Stiles enjoyed Isaac's company as their friendship grew. He helped her with shopping, chores, and even preparing the nursery. Isaac even went as far and being the daddy role in Stiles's parenting classes she's taking. It amused her just how seriously Isaac took those classes. Hell, he even studied those baby books harder than any book in high school.
Stiles was in her eighth month when she and Isaac went to the bank. It was supposed to be a quick stop and then they were on their way home so Stiles could rest, as per Isaac's mother henning request.
It was almost their turn when it happened.
"NOBODY MOVE, THIS IS A STICK UP!"
Three guys pulled out weapons and aimed it at random people. They knocked out the security guard and closed the doors. People screamed and Isaac pushed Stiles behind him. Isaac and two other guys shared looks and when the gun men turned to threaten the tellers, they lunged. There was a lot of struggling, gun shots went off, there was more screaming, there was police sirens and it seemed like everything was over too soon.
But then Isaac looked over to Stiles and saw her being held up by two other people while she held her stomach.
"STILES!"
Isaac rushed over and that's when he noticed the scent of blood. Stiles had been grazed. But that wasn't all of it.
"I think the baby's coming..." Stiles panted.
"WHAT?" Isaac cried.
"AHHH!" Stiles cried in pain.
The commotion was still going on and by the time the paramedics entered and tended to Stiles they couldn't take her to the hospital. She had to give birth there. Isaac sat behind her to hold her up and held her hand while he used his other hand to take some of the pain away since she couldn't get any meds now. There was a lot of screaming and pain, and not just for Stiles. Even if only a human, labor made Stiles freaky strong and Isaac was sure she broke his hand...
What seemed like hours later, the high pitched cries of a newborn could be heard and the baby was being handed to Stiles. Isaac was given the honors to cut the cord.
All the way to the hospital, Isaac couldn't tear his eyes away from Stiles and the baby.
His pack. His family.
"And his name?" the nurse asked Stiles.
Stiles was in a gown, on a hospital bed while holding her new born.
Isaac was sitting quietly to the side, still mesmerized by the miracle of birth. One moment they're not here, the next they are. It was amazing.
"Newton. Newton Scott Stilinski." Stiles said as she looked at Isaac.
His eyes widened and then shined with emotion. It wasn't his name exactly, but it was a play on words with the most famous Isaac Stiles knew. And it meant a lot to the blond wolf.
"You're stealing him from me." Stiles said with a gentle smile from the nursery's doorway.
Isaac looked up from his place on the rocking chair. He immediately stood up, careful of little Newt in his hold. He smiled sheepishly as he walked over to Stiles, "I heard him whimper. Just came to check in. Needed a fresh diaper is all."
"You're doing too much, Isaac." Stiles said as she took Newt from him and sat on the rocking chair herself. She moved her shirt enough to let her baby access her nipple and drink easily.
"I just want to help." Isaac said as he watched.
It should be weird. Awkward even. But it's not. It's just...pack. And Stiles supposed that's why it wasn't. Wolves were very social creatures and very active in their assistance of helping care for the young.
"Still, I want you to rest properly. Once he's asleep again promise me you'll sleep too."
"Alright..." Isaac begrudgingly agreed, but only because he couldn't stifle a yawn even if he tried.
"That's a sour face if I've ever seen one...you okay?" Stiles asked one day after dinner.
Isaac thought about lying but figured he couldn't do it forever. And he didn't really want to lie to Stiles.
"It's Argent. He texted me about helping out Scott and the others." Isaac replied.
That very much caught Stiles's attention, "Are they alright?"
"For now? They're just dealing with this witch who seems to have some real beef with Peter. Normally no one would care but she's not really all that worried about casualties. The pack's getting involved and the more numbers the better." Isaac explained.
"Are you going?" Stiles asked, though her voice was pretty clear that she expected him to go.
"I don't want to..." he said honestly.
She smiled reassuringly at him and promise, "Newt and I will be here when you come back."
Isaac sighed, "I guess I'm going."
"You are. You'll save all their butts, then come back to wipe his." she replied cheekily.
Isaac didn't really want to go at all.
"So what you're saying is that this thing will be after the youngest Hale?" Scott asked.
They rendezvoused back in Derek's loft after fighting the witch and failing to stop her from doing her ritual. The witch died in battle but apparently the chaos she let out to seek revenge didn't die with her.
"Basically." Deaton replied grimly.
"But if that's true, then why didn't it attack Cora?" Kira asked with a confused look.
Derek and Peter both growled at the question and it made Kira shrink into herself and whimper. Scott stepped between them and frowned in disapproval.
"Not that I'm not happy it didn't, but Kira's right. Cora was wide open for an attack and away from the rest of us...why not take a shot at least?" Lydia asked.
"My best opinion? It's not about name, as much as it's about blood. Whoever is the youngest Hale by blood is this thing's target." Deaton explained.
"Malia..." Lydia replied as she spared a worried glance to the Were-Coyote.
"That doesn't make any sense either. Malia was out by herself after she got separated from me. She was as open for attack as Cora and nothing." Liam said.
"Maybe it's on a timer or something? After it's release it needs another celestial event or full moon or whatever before it tries anything?" Malia suggested.
Deaton furrowed his brows in concentration, "It sounds plausible..."
While they were all talking about the spirit and all the Hale's, by name and by blood, Isaac was a mess. He knew what that probably meant. It meant that Newt was the target. And he left them! He left them defenseless and on their own and now they were in danger! How could he be so careless and stupid?
"Isaac!"
"Huh?"
"You okay?" Scott asked, suddenly in front of him and looking between Isaac's eyes and Isaac's hands. The blond looked down and saw that not only had his claws been extended but he'd dug them into his palms. He'd been bleeding.
"I...I gotta go." He said suddenly and bolted to the door. Or tried to. Scott grabbed his arm and kept him in place.
"We need you!" Scott stressed.
'Stiles and Newt need me more!' he wanted to cry out.
"I have somewhere to be!" he exclaimed.
"It can wait." Peter said.
"He's right. We need you, Isaac." Derek said.
And that pushed something in Isaac. He turned to glare at Derek, eyes flashing werewolf gold. "Fuck you!"
That surprised everyone in the room. There were different faces of confusion on everyone as Isaac panted in his place and couldn't hold it in anymore.
"You know who needs me more? Stiles!"
That got a gasp from a lot of people too.
"You know where she is?" Scott asked, shock and pain clear in his voice. He hasn't seen his best friend since she disappeared months ago.
"Yes. And you know what else I know? I know that Cora and Malia aren't the youngest Hales because Stiles's baby is!" Derek's eyes widened and his breath caught. "That's right. You knocked her up and then told her it was a mistake! And now she and the baby are alone and there's an evil spirit after them and so screw you I'm leaving! Because they need me!" with that, Isaac turned and stormed out of the loft.