LITTLE WOLF PART 7

Little Wolf Part 4

When I get back to my house I grab all of the baby stuff and stuff it into the backseat of the jeep, I then take Aylin up to the room that used to be a nursery and start packing baby clothes in the diaper bag. Once her clothes are all packed, I grab an outfit that says ‘I got it from my Mama’ and lay Aylin down on the changing table. Once I’ve checked her diaper I put on the new outfit, and head back to my room. I grab all of my basics, and shove them in my duffle bag, toss in my makeup and jewelry, grab my toiletry bag, and finish packing the car. When I get to the school, I see Lydia struggling in the parking lot. I tie on the baby carrier, situate Aylin against my chest, grab the diaper bag, and head over to her car. 

“Do you want some help, Lydia?”

She turns around. “I can’t get the carrier out of the base.” She sighs. “Clearly you are prepared for this.”

“There’s plenty of stuff for you, Alli, and Malia to use at my house.” I shoo her away from the car and lift the carrier out of the car. “There you go!”

She takes the carrier. “What did you guys name her?” Lydia asks as we walk toward the field.

“Aylin Claudia McCall.” I smile. “And my nephew?”

“Oliver Kai Stilinski.”

We sit next to Allison and Malia on the bleachers, I untie Aylin and show the girls her outfit. “Allison, Malia, meet Aylin Claudia McCall. Also, how pissed will Scott be about this outfit?”

“Oh, I think he’ll love it,” Allison smirks. “How come you get a cool name? Camden Argent-Lahey is so boring!”

“I think that’s cute Alli!” I smile, “Plus you hyphenated, which is cool.”

“Lyssa Evelyn Tate, named after the spirit of rage, and my mother.”

“That’s sweet Mal,” I hug her. “How has it gone for you guys so far?”

“Cam is not a fan of his father…” Allison laughs. “Every time Isaac holds him he starts to cry.”

“Oh no!” Lydia laughs. “Ollie has been decent, but I’ve had to change his diaper often.”

I grab a bottle out of the diaper bag and start to feed Aylin. “Maleńka has only cried once.” I look out on the field. “Once she was in Scott’s arms, there wasn’t a peep.”

“Lyssa has not stopped crying, this is the longest she’s been quiet.” Malia tilts her head. “Kat, why are you feeding her? She hasn’t started crying yet.”

“Babies need to eat every 2-3 hours, and it’s been 2.5 since she woke up. I’m trying to keep her from crying.” I smile at the girls. “Look,” I eye the field where Scott, Stiles, and Isaac are standing and staring. I start to burp Aylin as I wave at the boys. “Wait till Uncle Sti sees your outfit maleńka…” I coo, knowing Scott can hear every word. “I think he’ll like it, huh baby?” Once Aylin has burped I cradle her once again.

“Now you’re being mean Kitty.” Lydia scolds.

“Oh hush.” I scold. “If I really wanted to be mean, I would.” All of a sudden, Lyssa starts crying.

“What more do you want from me?” Malia whines. “I have just fed you, and changed your diaper, what else is there?”

“Here, you take Aylin, and I’ll take Lyssa.” I gently trade with her. “Oh laleczko,” I stand and start to sway. “You’re just tired, huh?” I think for a moment and then start to sing. 

“There's a faraway land, so the stories all tell  Somewhere beyond the horizon,  If we can find it then all will be well.  Troubles there are few, someday we'll go to  Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew  Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew.  They say breezes are warm there,  And people are kind,  Maybe it's something like heaven.  I close my eyes and I see in my mind,  Skies of bluest blue  Solla Sollew I've had so much trouble finding my way there,  When I get close, it disappears.  If I can get there, I'm gonna stay there.  If it takes us miles,  If it takes us years.  High on a mountain or lost on the sea,  Sooner or later I'll find it.  I have a picture of how it will be  On the day I do.  Troubles will be through  But I'll be home with you. Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew  Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew.”

 When I look down, Lyssa is fast asleep. “There,” I put her gently in Malia’s arms. “All she needed was a lullaby.”

“When did you learn to sing like that?” Lydia whispers when I sit next to her.

“I’ve always been able to.” I shrug. 

“They’re done with practice, let’s meet them at the doors.” Allison stands.

Walls I've Built Part 1

“MIKAYLA!” I hear my brother yelling upstairs. I knock three times, signaling that I am okay. I then hear footsteps coming down the basement stairs. “Kay? Are you down here?”

“Isaac?” I hear the lock snap, and the lid open. I slowly open my eyes and see Isaac leaning over me. “What’re you doing? He’ll kill you! Get outta here.” Isaac looks down at the ground. “Just tell me it’s good news.”

“Well,” he sighs. “Dad’s dead.”

“Close enough.” I sit up, teeth chattering. “So, what’s going on? Did you–”

“NO! God no.” He helps me out of the freezer. “C’mon, the police are upstairs, they want to talk to you.”

“What?!”

“It’s nothing bad, they just want to make sure you’re okay.” He takes my hand. “I’ll be there the whole time.” We walk upstairs, and I see Sheriff Stilinski sitting on our couch. “Hey, Sheriff.”

“Mikayla, right?” the sheriff offers his hand, and I shake it nervously. “I’m Noah. My son Stiles is friends with your brother.” I nod. “Can I ask you a few questions?” I nod again. “You’ve been here all night, right?”

“Yes sir.”

Noah looks at Isaac, head tilted. “Did your Dad ever hurt you?”

My eyes go wide as I look at my older brother, and he squeezes my hand. “It’s okay Kay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

I look down at the ground. “Yes sir.”

“Isaac, do you guys have somewhere you can stay tonight?”

“I’ll ask Scott, but I don’t know if he’ll have room for Mick.”

The sheriff shakes his head. “You can stay with me, Mikayla should stay with Mel and Scott.” He looks at me. “Is that okay with you?”

I nod. “That’s Nurse Melissa, right?”

“Yeah, Melissa, and you know Scott from school.”

The sheriff smiles. “Melissa will take care of you. She’s a good lady. I’ll have Stiles drive you over, he’s waiting to check on you guys outside.”

Isaac and I walk outside with our duffle bags, and we spot Stiles and Scott at the end of the driveway. “Thanks for coming guys.” Isaac hugs the boys.

Stiles puts an arm around me. “How ya doin’ little Lahey?”

“Fine.” I shrug. “Y’know, considering.”

“Who’s staying where?” Scott opens the door for me.

“Mikayla is going with Scott, and Isaac is going with us.” Noah leans in through the window. “But Isaac, let me know if something changes, it’s all up to you guys. Stay safe kiddos.”

“Bye Dad.” Stiles nods.

“Bye Noah.” The boys say in unison. I wave at him.

“Hey, guys,” Isaac whispers something to the boys. “Don’t cha think?”

Stiles grins. “Are you kidding? That sounds great! We haven’t done that in years.”

“You sure Isaac? You guys should be resting.”

“We will be fine Scott.”

All of a sudden my phone rings. ARIEL💙 and KATNISS💛 texted THE MUSKETEERS

ARIEL: Hey Kay, are you alright? Stiles said something happened.

KATNISS: Also, are you and Isaac gonna be at the pack sleepover tonight? Scott just texted.

ME: It’s all good. I think I’ll be there, especially since I am staying with Melissa and Scott until Isaac and I can figure something out.

“Earth to Mikayla!” I look at my brother.

LITTLE WOLF PART 8

“Go out with me?”

“Gladly.”

“Why don’t we lay down?” He smiles. “My mom tells all the moms to sleep when the baby sleeps.” We lay on his bed, and he smiles down at me. “I wouldn’t mind doing this for real with you one day.”

I scoot closer. “I’d like that too. We’d be the coolest parents ever.”

“Easily.” He sighs. “What are we going to tell your brother?”

“We tell him the truth.” I shrug. “But, we tell my dad first, and then have my dad there when we  tell Sti so that there is a muzzle.”

“And your dad will be okay with it?”

“Yeah. It took me two hours to get it into his head that I never slept with Jackson, or anyone else, and in the end, all he said was, ‘What about Scott?’ So, he will be very happy.” 

“We could take him to lunch tomorrow,” Scott suggests. “And my mom. Two birds, one stone.”

“Plus, they can meet their granddaughter.” 

“What does maleńka mean?” He asks. “It’s Polish, right?”

“It means little one, it’s what my mom used to call me.” I take his hand. “What about you? Mijita? Gordito?”

“Just passing down a family tradition. My mom always called me mijo or peque. 

“Did you really call Isaac and Allison’s son a little fat boy?” I tease. 

“What?!” he laughs, “What are you calling your nephew?”

“Żabko…” I mutter. “It means froggie in Polish.”

“Okay so we have Froggie, little fat boy, what about the girls?”

“Myszka, or mouse.” 

“I called her Bicho, but apparently is not as cute to English speakers,” He scoffs. “What about Misiu?”

“Oh no, that’s a secret.” 

“C’mon! Please, Kat?” 

“Nope!”

“Maravillosa, princesa mio, cielito, amor de mi vida…” He begs. “Please!”

“Teddy bear!” I giggle. “It means teddy bear.”

“Oh,” he laughs. “That’s really cute.”

“It’s better than the other terms of endearment they use. One of them directly translates to ‘old fart’ which is what my mom called my dad.” I look at Aylin. “If we were to really have kids, boy or girl, what would you name them?”

“Hm,” he thinks for a moment. “Nicholas and Alexander are cute boy names, and they have plenty of nicknames. I am partial to Aylin now, but Kalina, Anja, and Letizia are my favorite girl names. What about you?”

I shrug. “Never really thought about names beyond Claudia.” 

“Why don’t you get your pajamas on, I’ll go get water, and some food.” He kisses my nose before leaving the room. 

I change into my pajamas, which are just a pair of gym shorts, and a t-shirt I stole from one of the boys. I braid my hair and take out my earrings. 

“Is that one of mine?” I hear Scott enter the room. 

I examine the shirt, an old lacrosse shirt with Scott’s number and McCall on the front. “It is, and an old one too.” I sit next to him on the bed. “Did you see how Isaac looked at Allison when she was holding Camden?”

“You bet I did!” Scott smirks. “It was the closest thing to heart eyes I’ve ever seen. But Allison made the same face when you handed Aylin to Isaac. Although nothing will beat the shock on Stiles’ face when he saw us on the couch. I was taking a video of Aylin when he walked in. Do you want to see it?” 

I roll my eyes. “I’m good for now.” I yawn. “She’ll need to eat in like an hour.”

Scott pulls me in close. “I can handle it, mariposita.” He grabs the covers and tucks us in. “Sleep.” 

I snuggle in closer. “G’night misiu.” 

He starts to sing. 

Unforgettable Lyrics

I woke up to Aylin crying. I sit up and see Scott already looking for the bottle. “Diaper bag. Mini backpack.” I grunt, picking up Aylin. 

“Found it.” He hands me the bottle, sits against the headboard, pulls me into him, and sighs. “I could’ve done it. You didn’t have to get up.”

“I know. I just ended up waking up.” I rest my head against him. “I am so glad tomorrow is Saturday. If we had to go to school the day after getting our baby I think I’d sleep through every single class.”

“Me too. We are definitely napping tomorrow, right?” 

I nod. “I won't survive without one.” I sit up, burping Aylin. “I wonder how the others are doing?” 

Scott laughs. “I put your phone on do not disturb, but I didn’t do that to mine, so I’ve been reading the group chat, and they are not doing great.”

I cradle Aylin and shift to put her in the bassinet,  “Sucks for them I guess.” As I lay her down, she wails, so I tuck her in my arms. “She’s not going to let me put her in the bassinet. That’s great.” 

Scott pulls me against him, before kissing my cheek. “We can stay like this. That’ll be easier.” I nod and close my eyes. 

Leap of Faith Part 1

Seeing the drugs and alcohol around me go fuzzy I call my sister.

“Robyn?”

“Can you come and get me?”

“Where are you?”

I glance at the big white house behind me. “Topper’s I think.”

“Why don’t I send JJ to come and sit with you, he just got done next door.”

“Sar- I think someone slipped me something, everything’s all fuzzy.” I panic.

“Bobbi,” She calms me down. “JJ’s out front in his truck, he’ll take you to the hospital and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay. See you soon.” I hang up and run out front. As soon as I spot JJ, Rafe grabs me. “Ow, Rafe.”

“Where’re you headed?”

I yank my wrist back. “Going to meet up with Sarah and Kie.” I push past him and bolt to JJ. “Hi. Rafe is behind me asking questions, can we go?”

He opens the passenger door for me. “Hop in.” We speed off, and as soon as we get on the main road JJ looks over at me. “Sarah said you might’ve been slipped something?” I nod. “Okay, let me know if you’re feelin’ woozy or nauseous so I can help you, alright?” I nod again. “Y’know I don’t think we’ve officially met. James Jesse Maybank.” He holds out his hand with a goofy smile.

“Robyn Cameron.” I shake his hand. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“No thanks necessary.” He shrugs.

“But you hate my family?”

“But you’re not really a Cameron. I remember you, Robyn Mayzie Taylor. Queen of the Cut.” He smirks. “It’s an honor to rescue you, my lady.”

I laugh. “I haven’t been Bobbi Mae in years. But thank you, kind sir.” I pause, not sure how to ask this. “You know why I left the Cut, right?” When he starts to respond my phone rings. “Sarah.” I put her on speaker. “Hey Sar, you’re on speaker.”

“JJ, don’t come to the hospital, Rafe and Ward are here asking about Robyn.”

My face pales, but before I can ask more JJ responds. “Sarah if she’s been dosed she has to see a doctor.”

“Pope and Kie are at the Chateau,” John B butts in. “We’ll meet you there and figure it out.”

“Bird, call Laura. Tell her it’s an emergency and don’t tell her about Robyn.” He sighs. “See you at home.” He ends the call.

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Our Little Love Story Part 1

 “Hey, Scotty?” I call out to my brother when I hear the door open.

“What’s up Dil?” He steps into my doorway. “Oh god… Can’t you call Lydia or Mom?”

I sigh, “I already did and they aren’t available. So,” I gesture to the three dresses on my bed, “will you please help me?”

“Stiles is here though!” He groans.

I roll my eyes. “So? Stilinski can help too if he wants.”

“What are we doing?” Stiles joins my brother.

“Dil here needs help picking out a homecoming dress.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. “And you came to us?”

“Believe me, you two idiots weren’t my first choice.” I cross my arms. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“It’s not like we have anything better to do, Scott.” Stiles smiles at me. “Of course, we will help you.”

“Thank you. Now, which one would you like to see first? Red, silver, or gold?”

Scott shrugs, “Up to you Dil.”

“Fine. Red it is then.” I grab the dress off of my bed and head to the on-suite bathroom to change. Once I get the dress tied I call out to the boys. “Ready for the first one?”

“Yeah, we’re ready.” Scott sighs.

When I walk out the two of them are laying in my bed not even looking at me. “Scoots, if you could please help me tie this?” I turn, and he ties it tightly. “So, my fashionistas, thoughts?”

“It’s a pretty dress.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “It fits you well, but I do want to see the other options.” He smirks, “I think you can do better.”

I smile at him, “Alright then, Stylist Stilinski, which one would you like to see next?”

Stiles taps his chin. “Let’s see how gold suits you my darling.” He laughs at his posh accent.

I nod, and I head back to the bathroom. Luckily this dress doesn’t have ties or a zipper, so I can do it on my own. I spin in the mirror before stepping back out. “Okay, here’s the gold.” I spin slowly, showing off the open back. “Scotty? What do you think of this one?”

Scott runs a hand through his hair. “Way too much skin, I mean, what would you even wear under it? You are not wearing this Dillon. Not a chance.”

“First of all,” I cross my arms. “You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot wear, and second, other girls show WAY more skin than this!”

“I am your older brother–”

“By 3 minutes Scott, you have no authority.” I cut him off and turn to Stiles. “What do you think Stilinski?”

“I think I liked the fit of the red one better, but gold looks good on you, Frenchie.”

“Last one then.” I grab the final dress and change in the bathroom. This is my favorite, so I slip on red pumps to step it up a notch. I step out and spin slowly, hoping they like it. “Alright boys, what about this one?”

Scott smiles at me. “I really like this one Dil, it suits you. Badass but still classy.”

“Aw, thank you, Scotty!” I look at Stiles. “Stilinski? What do you think?”

Stiles just stares, until Scott nudges him. “Umm… wow…” he scratches his neck. “You look… wow.”

I blush at his reverie, “I think this is it then. You are both excused now, thank you for your help.” As the boys leave my room, I hang up the other two dresses, and then as I walk out of the bathroom after changing into my comfy clothes I hear my name.

“Hey… uh Dillon?”

I turn to see Stiles standing at my door. “What’s up, Master Yoda?”

“Who are you going with to Homecoming?”

“No one actually,” I admit. “I was going to go with Jackson, but I’m sure you heard what happened there.” I sit on my bed. “Why do you ask?”

Stiles shrugs. “I don’t know, I thought after everything with Jackson you wouldn’t be going.”

“I guess I’ll just third wheel Lydia and her date.” I sigh. “All I know is,  I’m not repeating 9th grade and being Scott’s date. That was a disaster.”

Stiles laughs, “I remember. What did you say to him at the end of the night?”

“Oh god.” I chuckle. “I think it was something along these lines. ‘If you ever get a girlfriend, which I highly doubt, I pity her. You’re a terrible dancer without choreography, overprotective, and an asshole.’ Worst school dance of my life.” I shake my head. “Which says something. I mean, he didn’t let me dance at all that night, besides the time I danced with him and he cut my toe open. I still have a scar actually.” We laugh.

“He really is overprotective of you, isn’t he?” Stiles sits next to me. “He’d lock you in the house if he could. How on earth were you able to date Jackson Whittemore of all people?”

“I didn’t tell Scott until after we broke up, believe it or not. He hates school gossip too, so it was easy to keep it a secret.”

“Wait, but even I knew about you and Jackson! I am the last person on this planet to hear gossip!” Stiles laughs, “He is oblivious.” He sighs, “I really liked the second dress by the way, but I was just not willing to fight Scott on it.”

“Maybe I should just always take you shopping with me Stilinski, you always say something nice about my outfits.”

“How can I not? You look beautiful in everything.”

I look at this boy I’ve known all of my life, we’ve been through everything together and know everything about each other, yet here we are in my room, and I feel as if I don’t know him at all. “Do you mean that?”

“Yeah. Every word.” He turns to face me. “Dillon, you’re amazing, you’re smart, funny, athletic, kind, and loyal to a fault. You are the sunshine in everyone’s day. And if you doubt that, even if just for a moment, look around. You bring your mom home-cooked meals while she’s working, Scott wouldn’t be working at the vet if not for you, Lydia’s heart of ice is slowly melting, and you are always willing to have a Star Wars marathon with me. You give and give and give. You are the most genuine person I know.” He looks down at his lap. “And yeah, you look great in everything. I will always think that, no matter what you’re wearing. Even if it’s Scott’s old sweatpants and sweatshirt.”

“Stiles…” I tilt his chin up so I can see his eyes. “You are the first person ever to say anything like that to me. Did you know that?”  I blush. “But you always have been good with words. And don’t worry, not only do you look great in everything too, but you are the sunshine in my day. So don’t you doubt that. Or I’ll have to fight you to remind you. Got it?”

“Actually?”

“Yeah. You always have been. How do you think I’ve survived Scott this long? It’s you, always has been.” I hesitantly take his hand. “You are my sunshi–”

“Everything okay here?” Scott interrupts, and Stiles and I jump away from each other.. “Sorry about that Stiles, I’m ready now.”

Stiles clears his throat. “Yep, all good. All good for Stiles.” He turns to me, “Don’t worry Frenchie, I have no doubt that you’ll have a homecoming date.”

When they leave my room, I sit in shock. Did he really just say all of that? Did I? Sunshine? I quickly change into running clothes and slip on my shoes before knocking on Scott’s door. “Scott? I’m headed for a run, be back soon.”

“Got it.”

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Walls I've Built Part 2

“What? I was texting the girls, telling them we were all okay. You guys need to work on communication skills.”

“We’re having–”

“A pack sleepover, I know. I’ll be there.” I glance at Stiles and Scott. “That is what you three were whispering about, right?”

“Yeah.” Scott chuckles. “Allison?”

Isaac laughs. “You are just wrapped around her finger, aren’t you McCall? You and Stiles are just mush in the hands of women.”

“That is NOT true. Just specific women.” Stiles whines. “Plus, it’s not a bad thing to like people, y'know.”

“You have been chasing the same girl for years Stilinski, do you think that’s healthy?”

Stiles scoffs. “I’m over Lydia, have been for a while.” Scott and Isaac gasp in surprise. “No, I’m not telling you guys who it is. Especially not with a child in the car.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh please, Zac gossips with the girls more than I do! If anything, I’m the only person in this vehicle that you should trust.” I laugh as my phone goes off. KATNISS💛 and WOLF HEAD🐶 texted FANTASY THREESOME

💛: So are you gonna talk to Stiles at all tonight? Or are you just going to make it hella weird all night?

🐶: She’s gonna be fine. She’s actually low-key flirting with him r n.

ME:  I am just being honest, that isn’t flirting.

ME: Alli I’ll be fine tonight, especially if Liam will be there.

🐶: Liam is coming, but I don’t understand why you would feel better with him there.

💛: No effing way. Mikayla Reaghan Lahey.

💛: Are you joking?

🐶: I’m so lost

ME: No Alli. Just no. He’s my best friend, that’s all.

            Scott turns to me. “So, Kay. What about you? Any men in your life?”

            “Oh, I’m surrounded by men, the only issue is all of them are idiots.” I smile sweetly. “And, even though I have nothing against you all, I will not date any of you buffoons.”

“Damn Little Lahey, no need to be so rude.” Stiles parks in Scott’s driveway. “Looks like everyone else is here.”

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