Chapter Fifty-Eight
Pain and Prepping
"Ugh," I moaned, turning over for the hundredth time that night. I couldn't get comfortable no matter how much I moved around or turned my body. It was like my babies hated me. I guess this is what thirty-three weeks pregnant feels like.
Scott sat up beside me, her eyes were glossy from sleep and his hair was a mess, at least he was sleeping. "What's wrong?" He slept enough to get morning voice? That's not fair. I sat up on the edge of the bed, throwing my legs over the side so I could sit up.
"My everything hurts," I whined, and it was true. Scott placed his hands on my back, soothingly rubbing it with his thumbs. I sighed and leaned into him, "I've been getting pains all night and Noah keeps pushing on my hips and Janie is in my back... I want them out, Scott."
Tears were in my eyes, but I wasn't sad, no, I was exhausted. "I haven't slept a full night in weeks. I'm so tired." Scott shushed me, placing a kiss on my head, moving his hands to rub my shoulders.
"What kind of pains are you having?" He asked, curiously. I sighed, "it's kinda like cramps, but a little worse. But, it only lasts a few moments and then I'm fine again." Scott's breath caught and I immediately knew what he was thinking.
I sighed, a smile on my lips, "don't worry, Scott. It's not baby time yet. We've still got 3 and a half weeks until they're full term. I'm keeping them in as long as possible." I turned around, Scott's hands dropping from my shoulders.
I placed my lips on his in a soft peck before pulling away, "now, go to sleep, you have the PSAT's tomorrow. I'm gonna go steal Stiles' bed, mine is not helping my back." Scott nodded, falling back on the mattress.
"Are you sure you don't want me to run you a bath or something?" Scott spoke through a yawn, his eyes were already drooping. I sent him a smile while standing up, "no, I'm fine. I love you." Scott hummed, "I love you too."
I smiled before walking out of my room, pillow in hand. Actually, I'm going to change walking to waddled, because that is literally all I can do now. My feet and ankles are huge and my belly is even bigger. I can't even see my toes if I bend forwards. It's horrible.
My feet padded on the hardwood floor and I slowly opened Stiles' room. Making my way in, I tried to make sure I didn't walk into anything. Thankfully Malia wasn't here tonight so, I could bunk with Stiles.
A smiled broke on my face as I took in my sleeping brother. His mouth was open with his arm cocked at a weird angle propping his head up. He looked so adorable. I poked his cheek, "Stiles." I whispered.
He didn't move. "Stiles," I said a little louder, shaking his shoulder. No movement. Usually I'd just climb in and call it whatever, but I'm huge and he's sleeping in the center of the bed. "Stiles," I said louder before pinching his cheek.
"Agh!" He woke up with a start, his glazed eyes searching around before they landed on me and he relaxed. Stiles wiped at his eyes, yawning. "Tori, what do you want?" I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder. "Scoot over, my bed is too uncomfortable."
Stiles nodded, grabbing his pillow and scooting it, and him, toward the wall side of the bed. I smiled kindly at him, "thank you." And with that, I climbed into Stiles' comfy bed and got comfortable. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.
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It was six o'clock at night, they should be back by now, but instead they're locked inside the school. Scott, Malia, Kira, Stiles, all of them are locked in the school and I can't call and ask them any questions. And Melissa isn't telling me anything, no matter how many times I call her and try to convince her that I'm fine, I can handle it.
I sat cross legged in the babies nursery, a pile of unfolded clothes in front of me. I really should have done this weeks ago. There's so many clothes that need to be put away. And I have to prep a hospital bag.
My anxiety spiked, I am so not ready.
My hands held my stomach and I tried to calm myself. In.... out.... in.... out. I nodded and went back to folding. I'm doing it now, that's what counts. Scott and the pack will be okay. Stiles will be okay. My babies will be okay. I will be okay.
I put the last of the clothes in the dresser, I had organized the clothes by size, color, and type. What? I had time to kill.
It was eight thirty. I picked up the phone and called Melissa while walking to my room. I have to pack my hospital bag and then a separate one for the babies. The line rang twice before she answered. "Victoria?"
I sighed in relief, "Melissa, is there any news? Are they going to be okay?" My voice shook as I spoke and I could feel my stomach tighten, I was getting one of my cramps again, and boy did this one hurt. I bit my lip in slight discomfort, but as soon as it came, it was gone.
"Deaton is working on figuring out a cure for Scott and the pack. Don't worry, they're just a little sick. Victoria, I need you to relax, okay? You need to calm down, you're only putting stress on you and your babies."
I nodded at Melissa's words, "okay. I'll try and relax." I promised before hanging up. Sick? They were sick? I thought werewolves didn't get sick. I took another breath, holding onto the sides of my stomach.
It'll be okay, everything will be okay.
After a moment I opened my eyes and walked toward my closet, grabbing a black duffel bag. What should I bring to the hospital? I asked silently, setting my bag on the bed. I'll need clothes, obviously.
I went over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of Scott's sweatpants, a pair of shorts, a couple of my t-shirts, and some of the underwear I got for postpartum. I folded the clothes neatly and put them in the bag. I'll also need shower stuff, I don't trust what the hospital will offer me.
In the bathroom I grabbed my travel shampoo, conditioner, and body wash bottles and filled them all up. I also grabbed a new toothbrush, toothpaste, some hair ties, and a hair brush. I went back to my room and put my toiletries bag in my big bag.
Oh, I should also pack the camera. I sighed at my stupidity before walking out of my room and toward the living room. I grabbed the video camera and it's charger along with a new SD card. I want to be able to record their first few moments as babies-- not necessarily the birth, but the after part.
I put the camera bag safely in the duffel and stood back for a moment, trying to think of what else I might need. Clothes, toiletries, camera.... Socks! I rolled my eyes at forgetting such a simple thing. Hospital floors are dirty and cold, there's no way I'm going without socks.
I threw four pairs of my thick socks for the bag and also grabbed my slippers to go in. I stood in my room, feeling as if I were forgetting something necessary, but I shrugged it off and decided to go pack the babies' bag.
In the nursery I grabbed the diaper bag and set it on the small changing table. So far, the diaper bag had preemie and newborn diapers, wipes, binkies, two swaddles, and a few burp rags. I went over to the dresser with a smile, they need something to wear home.
I ended up picking the two perfect outfits, they were going to looks so precious! I also packed a couple pink and blue plain onsies for them to wear until we went home, some socks to keep their feet warm, and I packed the two stuffed animals Stiles gifted them.
Once the bag was packed, I sat back and tried to think what I was missing. I had to be missing something. As if perfectly times, I crossed my arms over my chest and felt... something wet? I pulled my arms away and looked down to find that I was leaking. Oh god, not this. I've read about this and I don't want this... not yet.
I sighed, remembering what I was forgetting. Breast pads and my nursing bra. Yay.
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It wasn't until 9 the next morning that Scott and Stiles finally came home. Scott went to his house to talk with his mom, and I ended up staying home to check on Stiles, seeing as he came home with blood covering his face.
I stood outside the bathroom door, my back against the wall as I yelled through, trying to have a conversation. "Why won't you just tell me what happened? I'll find out eventually anyways!" I head the water shut off and Stiles sigh. Not long after, he popped his head out.
"Just, let me get dressed, and then we'll talk, okay?" I nodded, pushing off the wall and making my way to the kitchen. I was hungry. I waddled into the kitchen, already trying to decide what I was craving, but my footsteps were stopped when I saw Malia.
I felt relief wash over me and I didn't waste any time in rushing to her, "Malia, you're okay." I went to wrap my arms around her but she stepped back, confusing me. I mean, yeah she wasn't a big touchy-feely person but, she always let me hold her.
"Malia? What's wrong?" I frowned, tilting my head at her. She looked... tired and upset. I'd never seen Malia upset before. "Did you know?" She asked and I just rose a brow, "did I know what?" I crossed my arms, curious as to where this was going.
"Did you know that my dad is Peter?" I choked on my spit slightly, letting out a cough, my eyes going wide. "P, Peter as in Peter Hale, Peter?" Malia nodded, her upset fading slightly. "He's your dad?... H, how? Who told you? When did you find out?"
Malia sighed and shook her head, "I found the last dead pool in Stiles' pocket, it had Malia Hale written on it. Stiles knew and he didn't tell me." I put my hand on Malia's shoulder, squeezing it slightly. "I'm sorry, Malia. I didn't know."
She nodded, her gaze finding the ground. "Stiles is leaving the bathroom, I've got to go." Before I could say anything, she left. I ran a hand through my hair and then leaned against the counter, my palms supporting me. I let out a sigh, but my breath was caught short as I felt my stomach tighten again.
I gripped the edge of the counter tightly and tightly closed my eyes, I could feel someone walk up behind me. "Victoria, are you okay?" It was Stiles. I let out a breath and nodded, the pain vanished, no traces of it remained. "Yeah, I just got a bit of a pain."
I turned to my brother, raising a brow. "Are you ready to tell me what happened yesterday? And don't leave out the part about lying to Malia." Stiles swallowed thickly and nodded. Good.
A/N: Another chapter up!! I hope you guys enjoyed! I know it was mostly her packing, but I didn't want her at the school with the sickness as I felt that it would just stress her out too much, plus she has to pack the hospital bag at some point.
Comment what you think about what's happening with Victoria, she seems to be getting pretty uncomfortable.
We're coming to the end of the story, only about ten-ish more chapters left. :( Don't worry though! I'm going to be writing another book with Victoria! Would you guys like to see a sequel of this story being continued into seasons 5 and 6? Like would you read it?
Also, what is a good title for the second book? I'm taking suggestions!! I've got ideas for the new book but, I'm at a loss with the title.
I'll be updating again tomorrow or the following day. Until next time--XO