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-Two Duct Tape
Music played from my stereo, cancelling out any noise that may or may not be coming from Stiles' room. I thought it'd be best to be safe rather than sorry. I was doing my creative writing homework, writing a short story based on any genre of my choosing. Of course I decided to do paranormal and write about werewolves, it's pretty easy writing out my visions. It'll be an easy A for sure.
My writing stopped, however, when I felt a kick against my stomach. I froze for a moment, wondering if she'd move again. She did. I felt another kick that was directed at my belly button and I laughed slightly.
It felt so weird, the feeling of her moving inside me. I set my computer next to me and rolled up my shirt so I could see the movements from the outside. I gently pressed against where I knew she was resting and then moved my hand away and waited.
After a moment, she kicked back right where I'd pressed. I laughed lightly and pressed again, this time where my baby boy was sleeping. Maybe if I make it to where they both wake up at the same time, I won't be woken up at midnight and then again at three a.m. because they have opposite moving schedules.
I dunno if that's actually a thing but, it feels like it might be?
On my skin, I could see it bubble up slightly as he moved. I wondered it it was his foot or maybe an elbow or knee. Or hand. I could feel tears clouding my eyes and I didn't fully understand why I was getting so emotional.
I rested my hands on my belly, one hand over my baby boy and the other over my baby girl. I could feel her kicking against my hand and tears escaped my eyes. I love them so much that its overwhelming.
My heart almost hurts with how much I care about them. I hope they feel the same. I want to be a good mom for them, I want them to be happy and to always feel loved. I thought back to earlier today with Ashley and I.
Oh god, I couldn't even console a crying girl and I'm supposed to be a mom to two babies? If I can't handle a crying teenager how and I going to handle these two? Ohmygod.. I'm going to be a horrible mother.
I can't do this. What made me think I could do this? They deserve so much better than me...
I was full on sobbing when I heard my door open. Stiles had wide eyes but then he frowned, "why're you crying?" He asked, worry lacing his words. I sniffled, bringing my hands to my face to wipe away my tears.
"What if I can't do this? What if I'm a horrible mother?" The tears I wiped away were soon replaced with a new set of tears. I couldn't stop crying. What's wrong with me? "Why is she crying? Stiles, what'd you do?" Malia's voice carried into my room and soon after hearing her, I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders.
Stiles let out a sigh, which gained my attention as I sniffled, trying to stop crying. "I didn't do anything. Victoria, did Scott call you?" I shook my head, trying to calm my breathing as a hiccup left me. "N, no."
