Hey guys.
I have been struggling mental health wise and that’s why I haven’t updated recently.
So sorry!
🤍Murph
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“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.
I have no idea if anyone is even reading my stuff anymore. Between my family shit and mental health just knowing someone is reading these would be really nice.
AS A NOTE. I AM TRYING TO UPDATE CONSISTENTLY BUT PLEASE BE KIND
When we finally pull into Scott’s driveway my phone rings. IDIOT BROTHER
“What?”
“Can Lydia and I bring Ollie over? We can’t seem to get him to stop crying.”
“Bring a swaddle wrap. They’re in the top left drawer in the baby room. And, bring my fuzzy blanket. Also, tell Lydia that she can use anything in the baby room.”
“Got it.”
I hang up and look at Scott. “Meechie and Lydia need our help.”
“Is this what it’s going to be like when he actually has kids? If so, you’ll need to live with him.” Scott shakes his head. “We won’t ever be rid of him, will we.”
“It’s Meechie!” I laugh. “He won’t let us get rid of him.”
“You take Aylin inside and I’ll unpack the car. Then we can use Stiles to set everything up.” He kisses me. “You are amazing.”
I grab the diaper bag and my backpack and take Aylin inside. When I sit on the couch my phone rings again. ALLI THE ARCHER
“Hey, Alli!”
“We need help.”
I laugh. “Come on over to Scott’s, Stiles and Lydia are already on their way.”
“You are a lifesaver!”
“Who was that?”
“Allison. She and Isaac need help too.”
He sits next to me. “Can you imagine this for real? All of us having kids?”
I cuddle into him. “I don’t think all of us will. Allison doesn’t want to have kids, nor does Isaac, or Malia.” I look up at him. “What about you?”
“I’d love it. Having a crazy house full of kids.” He smiles down at me. “I always wanted siblings growing up, so I’d love to have like 3 or 4 kids.”
I hum into his chest. “I’ll have at least two seeing as I’m genetically predisposed to have twins.”
“You tired?” He takes Aylin from my arms.
“Parenting four babies is hard.” I whine, laying my head on his lap.
“I’ll help the others, you can go ahead and nap.” he runs his fingers through my hair. “No promises your brother won’t wake you though.”
“Thanks, Misiu.” I close my eyes.
I sit next to Allison at the lunch table. “I cannot stand him anymore!”
“Who are you talking about, Scott or Stiles?” Lydia asks.
“Stiles!” I groan.
“What did he do now?” Malia sighs. “'cause if it’s not something to do with food, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“He told our dad about Jackson. He breezes by the dinner table last night and says ‘Kat slept with Jackson Whittmore over the summer,’ and then walks away as if nothing happened.” I complain. “I got a two-hour lecture!”
“You deserved that.” Stiles plops down next to Lydia. “It was payback for what you said about Erica.”
“What happened with Erica?” Allison smirks.
“Do not–”
“He had a friend with benefits relationship with her last year.”
“For several months, as I recall, right?” Scott sits next to me.
“You’re welcome for that information, McCall.” I glare at him.
“Please don’t argue,” Stiles begs me. “One day, please?”
“Tell her!!” I ignore the conversation around me as I eat my pasta. I finish eating and as I’m packing up my leftovers Scott interrupts me. “You’re not going to eat all of that?”
“No.”
“Can I have–”
“No.”
“Why are you so mean to me, Ekaterina? What did I do?” Scott whines.
“Figure it out yourself Scott,” I walk off.
“Kat!” Allison runs up to me.
“Sorry. I just can’t sit there with my brother and Scott,” I sigh leaning against my locker. “They treat me like I’m five!”
“What happened between you and Scott? You guys used to be so close?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
FLASHBACK
“Why him?” Scott shouts. “It’s always about Isaac!”
I sigh. “Scott. That’s not fair and you know it.” I sit on the bench.
“Sit, please? And just listen, alright?”
“Fine,” Scott sits next to me. “What did Isaac say?”
“He didn’t say anything! I broke up with him, okay? We aren’t dating!
We were never dating, I don’t even know what we were, but whatever
it was, it’s over.”
“What? Why? I thought you really liked him?”
“As a friend. I have feelings for someone else.”
“Who?”
I shake my head. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” I stand.
“Katya.” Scott grabs my hand. “Talk to me.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, Scott. Just let it go, please.”
“Not a chance.” Scott crosses his arms. “Liam? Jackson? Theo?” He huffs.
“I really hope it’s not Theo. Aiden? Derek? Diaz? Brett?” He pauses.
“Is it Parrish?”
“Scott.” I stop him. “It’s you. Always has been.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you.” I sit there, waiting for him to answer.
“Oh.”
I run off as he calls after me.
END FLASHBACK
SCOTT MCCALL SERIES
Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
COMING SOON
STILES STILINSKI SERIES
Part 1 2
COMING SOON
JJ MAYBANK SERIES
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JOHN B ROUTELEDGE SERIES
COMING SOON
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.
“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.
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.
“YOUR TIME BEGINS…” Coach shouts, and I immediately cradle the baby in my arms. “NOW!!”
Lydia and Malia’s babies instantly start crying and Scott laughs. “Aylin is definitely the most well-behaved here.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course she is. She’s my daughter!”
As the bell rings Stiles tosses me the keys to the Jeep. “You can go pack up, and then meet us here after practice, yeah?”
I put on my backpack, and take the baby carrier from Scott. “Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”
As I walk out of class, Scott follows me. “I’ll help you get her in the car.”
“I can do it too, y’know.” I roll my eyes. “I’ve done it before.”
“When?”
“Remember when that couple died two years ago? My dad took their baby in for a couple of weeks, and I did most of the work. Car seats, strollers, changing, everything.” I smile softly. “So lucky for Aylin, because Mama has all of the things she’ll need.”
“Like what? I thought Coach gave us everything?” Scott asks, holding the door.
“Diaper bag, stroller, bassinet, baby carrier, swaddles, and more.” I unlock the jeep. “Though I might leave the swing and rocker for Lyds because Stiles is not the best with babies.” I hand Scott the car seat and climb in the car. “Okay, now she has to face the seat and be centered on the cushion.” Scott helps me maneuver the car seat, and then Aylin starts to cry. “I’ll do this part, you rock her.”
“And what if she keeps crying?” Scott panics, trying to get Aylin out of the car seat.
“Jesus Scott, then check her diaper, and if that doesn’t work, feed her!”
“How do I hold her?”
I laugh. “Okay, how about you work on the car seat, and I’ll show you how to hold her.” I lean over and unbuckle the car seat. “The most important thing to remember is to support her neck since she can’t hold her head up on her own.” I tuck her in my arms and coo. “And then you just cradle her, isn’t that right sweetheart? Yeah…” I look up at Scott. “Do you wanna hold her?”
“Sure…”
I carefully step out of the car and stand in front of Scott. “Ready?” He nods. I hold Aylin away from my chest. “Okay, so put your right hand behind her head and neck,” I adjust his position a little. “Left hand on her butt, and then cradle.”
“How do I cradle her?”
“Slide your right arm toward me, until her head is in the crook of your elbow,” I guide his movements. “And now just hold her.” I step back.
“Wow.” Scott chuckles. “She’s so small.” I turn back to the car seat and secure it properly before turning back to Scott, only for my heart to melt. “I think you and I would be lost without your mama, mijita. But I promise I’ll do my best, by both you and mama.”
“Car seat’s all set,” I whisper. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes.” I easily take Aylin from Scott’s arms and buckle her in. “See you soon.”
“Katya.” I look at Scott, surprised by the softness in his voice. “Thank you.”
I nod, and put the Jeep in gear, before whispering, “You’re lucky I like you, McCall!”
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