Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

A/N: I forgot to mention before how excited I was when I saw on Teen Wolf that Stalia was actually a thing. Granted my Malia is a little more mild and I guess and she remembers more about being human than the one on the show but still Stalia is a thing! Who else loves that?

A/N: I'm probably not going to have many chapter in Malia's point of view more because I'm more comfortable with Stiles than Malia but this one will be Malia's point of view.

Malia had enough of her father protective act. She knew that he was just doing it to be protective but all it was doing was pissing her off. Stiles gave her comfort, made her feel better about the whole fact that was a knocked up 17 year old were-coyote. Her father only letting her see Stiles very little was not at helping her mood and was making her cranky, and cold. She had slowly been feeling less cold around him probably because they were usually touching. Even if it wasn't in any kind of sexual manner. Just touching improved her body heat that she lost by no longer having her fur coat.

She was going to make her father back off even if she had to scare him with her humanized were-coyote face. Okay, maybe not that, she didn't want to scare him away after all. He was her father and she didn't want him to leave her because he thought that she was a freak, which was why she still hadn't told him yet even though Stiles had told her that waiting wouldn't make it any easier.

Malia shook her head trying to clear it. She was nearly seven months pregnant now and her emotions tended to be all over the place. And she wanted Stiles there or be at his house, either one was fine with her, she just wanted Stiles.

It was a little surprising how much she cared for Stiles. Out of everyone Stiles was the only person she trusted completely with everything. Stiles knew she was a were-coyote, in fact Stiles had made her become human. Technically at first she had been terribly angry at him for that since she hadn't wanted to be human because guilt was a human emotion that she hadn't felt as powerfully when she was a were-coyote. Then there was the fact he was the first to know she was pregnant, granted that had been because he was the one that impregnated her, but he also knew about her biological father and the were-coyotes and were-wolves. Considering all the secrets she kept from various people there were few people that she could be perfectly honest with and not get a look like she was crazy.

Then there was his smile, his incredibly dorky at times smile. Malia wasn't sure when it happened exactly, but she knew that she cared for Stiles a lot and she was no longer going to let her Dad frighten him off. Not when she needed him the most. The last couple of months of pregnancy she was going to have Stiles at her side no matter what. She strode into the TV room where he Dad was watching something and put her body between the TV and her father.

"Malia." he said and jumped up a little sounding slightly irritated causing Malia to smile slightly in satisfaction, now he knew how she felt at least a little. "What are you doing?" he asked confused.

"I want to spend more time with Stiles.:" she said wrapped her arms around each other a little displeased that her arms were thicker than they used to be.

"Malia-" her father started and Malia's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Dad I want to be around him more." she said and he looked just about as angry as she did.

"He got you pregnant!" he yelled. Malia looked down at her swollen stomach, yes, as if she could forget that when all she had to do was look down to see the proof.

"I was there too!" Malia said even as her face flamed a little in embarrassment but she wasn't going to back down. Her Dad was going to cave at least a little on Stiles or she was going to move in with Stiles...or something. Honestly, maybe she hadn't really thought it through, but she was certainly going to argue her point.

"Malia I just don't think-"

"Dad being pregnant isn't exactly a cake walk especially at 17. I want to talk to Stiles I want to be with Stiles, please stop chasing him away." Malia pleaded earnestly grabbing her father hand.

"I just don't want you to get hurt." he said and Malia smiled. Stiles couldn't even hurt her if he wanted to, at least physically, she could kick his ass from here to San Diego if she felt like it.

"Dad I just want to be able to actually be with him. I promise that I would do anything...drastic." she said awkwardly. Even though until she gave birth it didn't really matter if she and Stiles did. Still, even though sex was how their relationship had started, it was different now if she wasn't entirely sure why. She liked him a lot, she liked kissing him but she also liked it almost as much when they weren't kissing. Her Dad was looking at her for a long moment like he was considering it, she hoped that he was because as much as she wanted Stiles, she didn't want to lose her father as well not now. It was the only reason she hadn't just disobeyed him to begin with even though she wanted to.

"Okay, but for now if you want to be with him you have to be in view of an adult either me or his father." Malia smiled, it still didn't allow nighttime togetherness out but she could live with that. For now.

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