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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.

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Little Wolf

Meet Ekaterina Stilinski, the twin sister of Miecyslaw Stilinski. A few notes I know not all of this is plot-relevant...

Hey guys.

I have been struggling mental health wise and that’s why I haven’t updated recently.

So sorry!

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Little Wolf Part 3

“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!”

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. 

Little Wolf Part 2

“We all know something happened Kat. You’ll have to tell someone eventually.” Allison puts an arm around me. “And unlike your brother, I know how to keep a secret.”

“I told him.”

Allison looks at me in shock. “What did he say?”

I feel tears pool in my eyes. “That’s just it Alli, he didn’t say anything. He just said ‘Oh.’ and that was it.”

“Oh Kat…” She wraps me in a hug. “I’m so sorry. That’s terrible.”

Two more sets of arms join the hug. “Don’t get me wrong, I love group hugs, but why?” Malia whispers.

“Can I tell them, Kat?” Allison asks, and I nod. “She told Scott about how she felt, and all he said was ‘Oh.’ and now it’s weird.”

“Oh, Kitty…” Lydia sighs. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, you are too good for him.”

“You’re too pretty to cry over him, Kat. Plus, if you really want a date, I’ll take you.” Malia kisses my forehead.

“We have to go to class.” I extricate myself from their arms. “Just don’t tell the boys, okay? I don’t want them to make him feel guilty, and I especially don’t want Stiles to go berserk on him.”

“Our lips are sealed.” Lydia takes my hand. “Now, let’s get to class, Coach is apparently in a mood today, so let’s not piss him off more than he already is.”

“Oh god.” Malia sighs. “This should be fun.”

Allison takes my other hand. “And today is robot doll day. We have them for two whole weeks.”

“I’m excited, believe it or not. I love taking care of kids, especially babies. It’s actually pretty easy.” I smile. 

“So, if any of us struggle, call Kat!”

We walk into the classroom, and Coach grunts. “Partner list is on the back board. There will be no switching. You will be in your groups all day. Good luck.”

BABY PROJECT PARTNER LIST Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski Malia Tate, Garrett Vance Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey Jackson Whittemore, Peggy Carter Scott McCall, Ekaterina Stilinski Vernon Boyd, Danielle Larson Matt Donavan, Erica Reyes

“Just my luck.” I sit at the desk with my name on it. 

“So…” Scott takes his desk. “Partners, huh?” 

“Guess so.”

Coach stands up. “Alright. Treat these babies as your children for two weeks. I will get a report on how well you care for them. Discuss.”

“So, what should we name our little one, Katya?”

“Enya?”

“Kiara?”

I scoff. “Carolyn.”

“Mallory.”

“Althea.” 

“Vanessa.”

“No.” I think quietly. “What about Aylin or Ayla? They mean halo of moonlight, Turkish I think.”

“Aylin Claudia McCall.” Scott puts a hand on mine. “Beautiful.”

“Claudia?” I look at him in shock. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Scott smiles. “Remember growing up, we would always talk about what we wanted to name our kids, and Stiles and I would come up with Yoda or something? You always said that you wanted your daughter’s middle name to be Claudia, after your mom.”

“I can’t believe you remember that.” I take a deep breath. “Moving on, it’d probably be easier to just stay at one of our houses, so we’re together all the time, then we don’t have to switch all the time.”

“Works for me.” he pauses, listening in on my brother’s conversation. “Lydia and Stiles are going to stay at your house, so why don’t we stay at mine, I doubt my mom will care.”

I nod. “And we have the same schedule, so it’ll be easy to coordinate that too.”

LITTLE WOLF PART 7

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” I open my eyes to see my brother and Lydia in the hallway.

“I was napping, until I was so rudely awakened.” I groan, sitting up. “We all were actually.” 

“IN HIS LAP?”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up Meechie.” I take the wailing Oliver from him. “I’m assuming he’s been fed, burped, changed, and rocked?” Lydia and Stiles nod. “Poor baby.” I coo “Let’s get you snuggled up, and a lullaby.” I look at my brother. “Swaddle wrap?” Lydia hands me the wrap. “I know, I know Ollie. It’s okay! Auntie Kat is here, and we’re gonna wrap you up snugger than a bug in a rug.” I snap the final snap on the swaddle and Ollie immediately calms down. “That’s better, huh?” I hand him back to Stiles. “He should fall asleep on the drive home now. And if that doesn’t work, you could always try a lullaby with his head against your chest.” 

“Are you kicking us out now?”

I nod. “Scott and I have our own baby to take care of.” I walk them to the door. “Call me if you can’t get him down.”

Once they’re gone, Scott stands. “You are beautiful.” He kisses my nose. “I fed her while you were napping. I’m gonna go set stuff up in my room. Let me know if you need something.”

I take Aylin and head to the kitchen. “You really are the perfect baby.” I dance around the kitchen, humming, and laughing at the baby talk. 

“Scott? Kat?” Allison calls.

“Hey, Alli.” Scott smiles, taking Camden. “You fed him and changed him and everything?” I join them in the living room. “Do you have another swaddle wrap, Cariña?” I hand Isaac Aylin and grab a swaddle for Scott. “Oye gordito… You’re just sleepy, huh? You just need to be snuggled up before bedtime, yeah?” I smile down at the scene before me, as Scott murmurs to the doll. “There we go!” He hands Camden back to Allison, “He should be out like a light after a drive, and if all else fails, sing a lullaby.” He takes Aylin from Isaac. “Call if you need anything else.” 

I walk them to the door. “Have a nice rest of your night guys.” I walk back to Scott and sigh, taking Aylin. “I think it’s time for Maleńka to go to bed, how about you?”

“I think so.”

We walk to Scott’s room, and I smile at how he’s set everything up. “Look at this Maleńka! Your dad got everything all set up!” I look at Scott. “Thank you.” I start to sway, thinking of a lullaby when Scott starts singing.

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you And I'll stay there as long as you let me

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me I promise you do, you, you matter too I promise you do, you see? You matter to me

I smile, knowing right when to join in.

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say just might matter to someone All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me I promise you do, you, you matter too I promise you do, you'll see You matter to me

I take a deep breath, before continuing on.

"Dear baby I hope someday Somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight They don't pull away, they don't look at your face And they don't try to kiss you All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight Without an ounce of selfishness in it I hope you become addicted, baby I hope you become addicted to sayin' things Having them matter to someone"

Scott stands behind me, wraps me in his arms, and we sway as we finish the song. I look down and Aylin is sleeping soundly in my arms. I lay her in the bassinet and then go back to Scott.

“You and I make a damn good team McCall,” I look back at the bassinet. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be helping the others through this project?”

“Not our parents.” He rests his forehead against mine.