Unexpected

TWENTY-FIVE

Chapter Twenty-Five

Crazy

"AHHHHHH!!!" I jolted awake with a start, my mind still slightly foggy from sleep. Another scream echoed through the house, immediately sending me jumping out of bed. I opened my door only to see my dad running past my door and into Stiles' room.

I followed closely behind, entering the room just as my dad was bringing Stiles into his arms, "you're okay." He soothed and my brother instantly went from screaming to crying. I felt a frown form on my face as I looked over my brother, he was uncontrollably crying while holding onto my dad's arm for dear life.

My eyes went from my brother to my dad, both of us had the same look in our eyes; worry. This was a new constant, him having these dreams. "I'll get him some water." I spoke before turning from the room and nodding.

A yawn left my lips as I made my way down the hall and into the dimly lit kitchen. The sun was barely rising and I knew it had to of been only about five in the morning, way too early for me to be up. I should still be sleeping, at least for another hour.

I grabbed a cup from the cupboard before turning on the water and filling the cup. Another yawn left me as I looked over at the clock on the microwave; 5:38. Yup, too early. Unfortunately, it's late enough, that I won't be able to fall back asleep.

"Great." I mumble before setting the cup down and quickly starting the coffee pot, knowing my dad would appreciate that. It's moments like these, where I wish I could drink coffee... or any sort of caffeine really.

Once the coffee was brewing, I picked up Stiles' glass of water and made my way back to his room. I passed my dad in the hallway, stopping him. "I started the coffee pot for you, figured you'd need it." I tried to pull a smile, but it didn't meet my tired brown eyes.

My dad gave me a small smile before giving me a kiss on my head and walking back through the house, probably going to his room to get an early start on the day. I padded back into my brother's room, he's now sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

I knock lightly on the door while leaning on the door frame, I pull a small smile for Stiles when he looks up. "You okay?" I asked, walking in and handing him the water. I sat beside him, placing my hand on his back and rubbing up and down his spine, trying to offer some form of comfort.

Stiles shook his head. "No... the dreams are so terrifying that I don't know if I'm awake or not. I'm screaming myself awake, Victoria." My mouth pulls into a frown as I mull it over in my head. "What if it's from when you died... what if it's still affecting you?" I suggested, leaning back on my hands.

Rather than responding to my idea, Stiles simply looked over to my stomach, which was visible through my t-shirt. He pointed at it before looking at me, "you're getting.... I can't believe you're pregnant." He sighed.

I frowned before pulling myself back on his bed so I could rest my back against the wall. "Me either, my stomach looks so weird." I giggled a little before pulling my shirt over my bump and showing my brother.

His brows knit together in a mix between surprise and bewilderment. "I can't believe my future nieces or nephews are in there..." He trailed off, trying to get used to the idea. A smile formed on my face and a laugh bubbled from my throat.

I dropped my shirt and sat up with my legs crossing under me. I can't believe the idea hadn't come to me before, how I hadn't even thought about it before Stiles pointed it out. "Oh my god, dad's gonna be a grandpa."