spamalot } { of release dates and new life

[wildkingdom]

Malia: [She's already sitting there, as standing up a lot does not agree with her, this late in the pregnancy. But when he comes in she moves her feet so that she's sitting up more and can give him more room] Hey.

Isaac: Hey. How are you two doing?

Malia: We're okay. You're not. [Isaac hasn't been this fidgety in a long time. Something was obviously up]

Isaac: [he shook his head, his teeth dragging on his bottom lip a moment in thought] Um, Stilinski took me aside when I got off duty because he um... he had to give me notice. About my dad.

Malia: [sits up a little more at that, protective instincts kicking in easily] What about him?

Isaac: He... he made parole. He's getting out ninety days. And Melissa signed me up for this warning program that I would get notified when it would happen. Apparently he's made a lot of progress in prison and earned it.

Malia: [yep, nope, she is not okay with that. She shifts a bit, reaching forward to brush her hand against the back of his head] It'll be okay. You don't have to see him if you don't want to.

Isaac: I know. [he nods, leaning into her touch] And, I mean, I don't know right now. I want to think he's better. I really hope he is. Cam would want me to at least try, but I don't know.

Malia: [she nods a bit, fingers continuing to stroke through his hair] You have time to think about it. You don't have to decide anything right now.

Isaac: [nods] I just want to focus on us right now. I mean, it's three months from now. We've got a lot more important things to be thinking about than this. I just... I wasn't expecting it, you know?

Malia: Yeah, I know. I wasn't expecting it either.

Isaac: But he can't really hurt me anymore, even if he tried. So I'm not worried about that. [at least physically]

Malia: Just because you heal doesn't mean he can't hurt you. He's still your dad. There's still ... power there. I know my mom didn't have to put a hand on me to hurt me.

Isaac: Yeah, I was thinking about that. I'm just don't want to think about it right now.

Malia: Good. You don't have to. [her hand moves down to tug on the lapel of his jacket, pulling him closer so that she can kiss him]

Isaac: [he shifts, but yeah, that is a good distraction. She always knew that it worked as a distraction for him.]

Malia: [hums softly into the kiss, brushing a hand against his chin] I love you. Whatever you do, I'll have your back.

Isaac: I know. I know, and I love you too.

Malia: [there's a small smile before, leaning back in the couch] But I did not make dinner because my back is killing me and my feet hurt so you may have to fend for yourself.

Isaac: [goes to lift her feet into his lap to rub them] I can make us hot dogs and try not to explode them in the microwave.

Malia: [a happy hum as she leans back into the couch] That sounds perfect.

Isaac: [rubs her feet a bit more, then gently pats then and goes to stand] If we have easy mac, I'll make you a side of it.

Malia: [nods, shifting on the couch a bit, so that she was stretching out more] I think there's some in the closet.

Isaac: [leans down to kiss her] Then you two are very lucky and you're getting mac and cheese with your hotdogs.

Malia: [she grins] Lucky us.

Isaac: [and off he goes to make a dinner full of sodium and fake food]

Malia: [mmmmmmm sodium and fake deliciousness. But she will close her eyes for all of a second and find herself taking a nap. She's been taking a lot of those lately - the cost of growing little tiny organs]

Isaac: [and he will go to bring hers out and see her napping and just let her do that while he sits at the table and eats his.]

Malia: [eventually she will stir at the smell of food, smiling a bit when she sees it and struggling into a sitting position, but that ... isn't working so well] .... Help.

Isaac: [gets up to go and help her sit up] You know, we may need to serve him with an eviction notice soon.

Malia: I don't think it's that easy. [sighs as she settles into a sitting position] He's on his own schedule.

Isaac: I guess he takes after me more already in being lazy.

Malia: [she laughs softly] I guess he does.

Isaac: Because he would be right on time if he took after you.

Malia: I wouldn't be sure about that. I'm still pretty stubborn about getting out of bed.

Isaac: Except when your dad wants you out of it.

Malia: I still drag my feet.

Isaac: True. [hands her dinner] I just want to hold him. I feel left out half the time.

Malia: [takes the food from him with a sigh] You will. He's coming - I'll kick him out if I have to.

Isaac: And then we get to see if we're actually prepared for this whole parent thing.

Malia: [reaches over to take his hand] I think we are.

Isaac: [interlocks his fingers and squeezes] Me too. I mean, if Scott can do it, anyone can.

Malia: [she laughs a bit before she feels a bit of a twinge. She frowns, before her hand moves to her stomach]

Isaac: [his eyes narrow a bit] Malia?

Malia: [her brow furrows, more confused than anything else and she just lets it sit for a moment, until it happens again and she tightens her grip on his hand] Oh.

Isaac: [nope, he felt that too and he's concerned] Is that what I think that is?

Malia: I think? Maybe?

Isaac: Okay. Well, we should... get you to the hospital then.

Malia: [nods a bit, before gripping his hand so that he can help her up]

Isaac: [and that suitcase was already in the car like, a week ago, and he's just going to help her get to the car]

Malia: [And off they go to the hospital! Where they will have a baby!]

Isaac: [and he will have send a pack group text message as they were getting in the car that just said BABY because that was what Scott and Laura had done]

Malia: [they'll figure it out. And after a good long amount of labor, because as they've already mentioned, the child is stubborn but eventually a baby is had and Malia's sitting in the bed, holding him in her arms]

Isaac: [and Isaac is recovering from the headache from hell because he couldn't explain why he was near tears at every one of those contractions, but no, hello little baby he’s going to be smiling and looking over her shoulder at him] He's perfect.

Peter: [totally pacing in the waiting room, and will stay there until he's called for]

Malia: [sorry dad, you're going to have to wait. She glances up at him with a bright smile and nods] Yeah, he is. Ten little fingers and ten little toes and ... perfect.

Isaac: [kisses the top of Malia's head as he goes to caress his son's cheek with a finger] He has your nose.

Malia: [she smirks a bit] And your eyes.

Isaac: Yeah, yeah he does.

Malia: [she moves one finger and watches as his tiny hand curls around it. She can't take her eyes off him - he was every bit worth the wait] We should probably let my dad see him soon so he doesn't have an aneurysm.

Isaac: Yeah, probably. Though just maybe a minute longer? [because nope, this was the three of them - okay, no there was like two nurses too but still]

Malia: [nods a bit, before looking up at him] Wanna hold him?

Isaac: Yeah, please. [totally wants to. He would be afraid but he's held Scott's kids so he's good at this part]

Malia: [nods as she shifts her arms to hold Cameron out to him. Once Isaac takes him, she'll inch over so that he can sit on the bed next to her]

Isaac: [holds the baby and is totally in love, rocking him a bit]

Nurse: Malia, we should get you and the baby cleaned up. You have a lot of guests in the waiting room, and they can meet you up in the room when you're ready.

Malia: [glances to her, then Isaac, then back to her again] Can we have a few more minutes?

Nurse: [nods] Sure.

Isaac: Thank you. [is going to just smile down at his son, checking him over and taking in the baby scent that was a mixture of him and Malia]

Malia: [just lets her head rest against Isaac's shoulder, watching the two of them together]

Isaac: [goes to kiss Cameron's forehead, and then leans down to kiss his wife]

Malia: [kisses him back] I love you.

Isaac: I love you too. So much.

Malia: This is gonna be good.

Isaac: And it's just the beginning. It's going to be great.

Malia: Yeah, it is.

Nurse: [coming back] Are you ready now, Malia? Isaac can take the baby out to the group outside while we get you settled first.

Malia: [glances over to him and nods] Yeah, that sounds good.

Isaac: [nods and kisses her one more time] We'll come find you when you're done.

Malia: [she smiles] I'll see you soon.

Isaac: [and he's going to go out and bring the baby out to present Cameron to the pack] Everyone, meet Cameron Lahey.

Peter: [is up on his feet, going to hover over his grandson smiling]

Talia: [will let Peter have his turn because it's his first grandchild, but she's totally there and waiting] He's beautiful, Isaac.

Peter: [takes the baby carefully from Isaac, smiling down. He looks completely in awe] Hey there, little one.

Stiles: Welcome to the world of parenting, Isaac.

Scott: Yup. No turning back now.

Talia: I think he'll do just fine.

Scott & Stiles: [just smirking like best friends do] Uh huh.

Isaac: Thank you for the support, Talia. Obviously my best friends are enjoying the moment too much.

Talia: They're thinking of the nights of minimal sleep ahead of you.

Stiles: And the diapers.

Scott: And the puking.

Stiles: Teething.

Scott: First time Cameron is going to be peeing during the change and it gets in Isaac's mouth.

Isaac: I hate you both.

Peter: [just chuckling, moving to go to his sister]

Talia: [hopefully it's to give her the baby because she's going to take him, with a wide smile as Cameron starts to blink his eyes open, making a sleepy noise] Hi, there.

Peter: [of course, but he's going to hover because baby]

Isaac, Scott and Stiles: [ribbing Isaac while he's wondering just why he's friends with these two]

Cameron: [is just going to stretch out his little arms and squirm a bit in Talia's arms but otherwise he's quiet. He knows whose boss.]

Talia: How are you doing? [to Peter]

Peter: I'm good. Happy. [he's all smiles as he looks up at his sister, reaching to give his grandson his pinky finger]

Cameron: [and he's going to latch onto that. His now. Not getting that back, sorry Grandpa.]

Talia: Good.

Peter: [smiles and wiggles it a bit] How about you?

Cameron: [HE'S STILL GOT IT. IT'S IS NOW, STOP IT.]

Talia: [nods with a warm smile] Good. Really good.

Peter: You know, for being a few hours old, you're very strong little one. You get that from your mommy. [smiles at Talia] You remember how hard she used to hold onto me when I first got her?

Talia: [nods a bit] She didn't want to let you go.

Peter: I didn't realize how much I would miss that.

Talia: Well, I'm sure you'll have it again with yours in a few months.

Peter: I'm sure, but it will give me just enough time to spoil this one.

Talia: [nods a bit] It will.

Peter: Sure you don't want one more of your own?

Talia: [laughs a bit at that, before shaking her head] No. I'm fine with spoiling the grandchildren and then giving them back when I'm done.

Peter: How you can hand them back, I still don't know.

Talia: It's an exercise in self-restraint.

Peter: Well, you know me, I pick my moments when not to bother with that particular skill.

Talia: Well, you'll have to take up any kidnapping of your grandson with your daughter.

Isaac: [coming over] Yeah, good luck with that. No offense, Peter, but this one's mine.

Peter: [raised eyebrow]

Talia: [hands him back to Isaac with a smile] He'll learn.

Isaac: He better. Your daughter will bite you.

Peter: I'm well aware of that.

Isaac: [goes to take Cameron back]

Talia: [hands him over happily, placing him back in his father's arms] It'll be fine.

Peter: [well, except for the hand still holding onto grandpa's finger] Alright, little one, you have to let me go now.

Cameron: [makes a tiny noise of protest at that but as Isaac pulls him back, Peter's finger will slip out of his grasp]

Isaac: [and gives his son his own finger in place of it, snuggling him close] I'll come back and get you when Malia's up for company.

Talia: [nods in agreement] We'll see you then.