"Do we have to tell them?" Liam had his hands perched on the steering wheel of his car, the anxious expression that had appeared that morning still not leaving his face. You sighed, rearranging your hair in his rearview mirror and nodding. He had been going on about this for the past three hours. You knew he wasn't ready- mostly because he also knew that your father was going to kill him whilst Stiles held Liam down- but you were ready. "I mean, we can always just go another day, right? A day wh-where I'm not susceptible to murder."
"Aw, look at you, using your big boy words," you cooed, leaning over to pinch your boyfriend's cheek. He pouted, glancing out the window toward your house. It was just after school, both you and Liam a few weeks shy of graduating, and you had called both Stiles and your dad home from work early so that you could break the news to them.
"I'm eighteen, I know what susceptible means," Liam grumbled. "Speaking of being eighteen, I'm too young die! It's a miracle I've survived this long, can't we just wait until after graduation? Please? I want to get my diploma before I'm killed by girlfriend's family." You pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Liam Dunbar, get the hell out of this car right now, before I tell them you cheated on me and are going to leave me to be with a thirty five year old named Rhonda." Liam huffed, shaking his head at your overactive imagination and opening his door and getting out, then coming around to your door to open it for you. You pecked him on the cheek, causing his skin to flush a little. Even after three years of being his girlfriend, he still blushed and got flustered and stuttered sometimes. "If we wait until graduation, I'm going to look like a whale, so they'll already know that I'm pregnant. Don't be ridiculous."
"Please," Liam scoffed, taking your hand and walking up the stairs of your house with you. "You could never look like a whale. He's just a little baby, you're still going to look beautiful to me," Liam smiled, slipping his other hand inside your own and moving the other one to your stomach, a prideful beam crossing his face. You leaned over to ring the doorbell, before Liam could drag you down the steps. "How long until he starts kicking?" He whispered, leaning in to gently brush his lips across yours. You grinned against his mouth.
"How are you so sure the baby is a boy?"
"Father's intuition?" He joked, his hands winding around your waist. Forgetting that Stiles or your dad could walk out at any moment, you kissed him sweetly, his cold hands skimming over your arms, over the area just below where your shirt stopped. Your front door opened then, Stiles ready to greet you both with a smile that was quickly replaced with a look of intense disgust.
"You guys act exactly like you did when you first started dating. Children," he shook his head sadly, but grinned all the same when you detached yourself from a red faced Liam and leaned up to hug Stiles tightly. "What'd you call me and dad in for, anyway? We're working on a case," he asked once you pulled away, giving Liam a hug as well. They were close, of course, and Liam really did not feel like damaging the good relationship they had by explaining that he knocked up Stiles' baby sister.
Your dad appeared at the doorway as well, and you pushed Stiles aside easily so that you could hug your dad. Liam stiffened visibly, barely masking his concern for putting pressure on your stomach. Stiles gave Liam a confused look when he saw how Liam looked about ready to pounce, but the younger boy shrugged, forcing a weak smile on his face. Stiles brushed it off with a shrug, following you and your dad into the house.
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Stiles and the Sheriff sat on the couch opposite you and Liam, staring at you both expectantly. You and Liam kept exchanging apprehensive glances, you kept twirling your necklace around your finger, Liam kept picking at his sleeve as opposed to saying anything. You crossed your ankles, then uncrossed them, then tucked your legs underneath you, then decided that was uncomfortable. Stiles blinked. Liam itched his nose. Your dad looked around at all of you sitting there awkwardly and sighed.
