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Malia shook Stiles' shoulder lightly, "Stiles," she whisper shouted, "Wake up! I think there's someone in the house."
She shoved him a little harder and he groaned loudly, "Alright, alright! I'm up," he huffed and got out of bed. "Stay here, okay?" He grabbed his lacrosse stick and peaked into the hall, he immediately slammed the door shut, "There is a god damned raccoon in the hall, Malia!" He joined her back on the bed and held her tight, "I'll call my Dad." He grabbed his phone and called his father who said he'd come and take care of it.
"God, I thought someone was coming to kill us," Malia sighed. She looked at the alarm clock and groaned, "We have to be up for school in literally two hours. I'm going to kill that stupid raccoon," she growled.
Stiles laughed softly and rubbed her arm, "You can go back to sleep. My Dad is going to take care of it, babe. Just be thankful that it wasn't an actual murderer." He leaned over and kissed her temple. Malia nodded and lied back down to go back to sleep. "I'll protect you," Stiles whispered to mostly himself.
Two hours later and the alarm was going off, Malia nearly threw it across the room. "That raccoon is so lucky it isn't here," she groaned as she got out of the bed. "We are going to have to cut back on sex, I'm so tired." She quickly kissed Stiles and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
Stiles frowned, "Cut back on sex? Can't we have sex at an earlier time? I like sex." He pouted against her lips and got up to get dressed as well. When they were finished getting ready, Stiles drove them to school.
The day was going pretty smoothly until they got to third period. Malia sat behind Stiles like usual and she stared at the back of his head like usual. Third period was math and she was no good at math, Half way through the class, Malia started to feel dizzy. She took a deep breath and tapped Stiles on the shoulder, "I..I don't feel so," she was cut off by vomit coming out of her mouth. Thankfully she turned to the floor and didn't throw up on Stiles.
Stiles stood up and grabbed her hair until she was finished, "I'm taking her to the nurse," he told the teacher and grabbed Malia. Stiles led her to the nurse and helped her lay down on one of the cots. "What happened? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
Malia clutched her stomach, "I didn't feel sick until just now," she explained softly. The nurse told her that she could go home and Stiles could take her. Stiles helped her to the jeep.
"Do you want to go to the doctor? Maybe Deaton?" Stiles pulled her seat belt over her before going to the driver's side. "I think we should take you to get checked out."
"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Malia looked at him with a raised brow. Stiles shook his head and drove to the animal clinic.
Deaton greeted them at the door, "Is there a problem?" he asked looks at Malia and then Stiles. He led them to the exam room and Malia got on the table.
"I just felt dizzy and I threw up. I hardly ever get sick, so I don't know what's wrong," Malia sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Even as a coyote, she rarely got sick. Even if she did it was usually just from eating something that was sick. Stiles grabbed her hand and gave her a kiss.
Deaton nodded, "I know this is going to sound a little intrusive, but...do you think it's possible that you're pregnant?"