Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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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.
