Malia Hale Tate, they thought I was dead. They were wrong. I somehow gained the undying love for food in my human form.
est ;; jan 11 2014 Mun Mascot: Ansel Elgort

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Stiles dropped the bag on the bed and
went closer to her. Now, he was always
hoping for his baby to be somewhat
different than the others but Stiles’
mind was pretty open when it come
to supernatural stuff. After he found
that he was going to be a father, he
spent many nights thinking and
imagining weird stuff. Like what if the
baby was a coyote itself? What if it
had claws that wouldn’t want to go
back? He spent more time thinking
about weird supernatural things that
could happen than thinking about
the baby’s name. ”Okay, what do you feel?
Does it hurt? We should go to the hospital…”

What Malia felt? 
That was a good question.
And the answer was she wasn’t sure.
What was she supposed to feel?
Being pregnant was new to her
So she wasn’t sure what was normal
and what wasn’t.
But she was sure the possibility of having a
werecoyote as a baby wasn’t normal.

“It doesn’t hurt necessarily,
I just felt something new.
And I panicked. I’m sorry.”