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Scott, Stiles and Isaac were in the locker-room getting changed after lacrosse practice was cut short. Danny, already changed and ready to go came over to them heading for Stiles.
“Hey Stilinski, we should get a head start on our English project. Meet me at the library when your done.”, he told him then promptly turned around and left.
Stiles stared after him before he turned around to Scott and Isaac hurriedly packing his bag. “Sorry guys. I think we need to postpone our big Wii-Sports Olympics again. I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Man, Stiles is whipped. And he's not even in a relationship.”, Isaac shook his head.
Scott snorted at that, “So, what are you doing tonight? Now that training is over and Stiles canceled? You're going to meet Alison?”
“Nah. She has some Mother-Daughter thing planed for today. I'll probably stay at home. Do some homework. Read. You?”
“I don't know. I should probably do some studying but I can also do that tomorrow. Come on, let's go home.”
Home. After half a year of living with the McCalls Isaac truly felt at home there (at least most of the time). And tomorrow in two weeks when they had their appointment with the judge to finalize the adoption it would officially become his home and Melissa and Scott his official family. Thinking about it always gave him a giddy feeling.
Twenty minutes later they were home.
Melissa was sitting at the kitchen table staring intently at something in her hands and hadn't yet realized that the boys had entered the house.
“Mom! We're home.”, Scott called from the kitchen entrance.
Melissa flinched, suddenly becoming aware of their presence: “Scott, Isaac you're home early.”
“Yeah, coach let us out early.”
“Greenburg hurt himself and had to be taken to hospital. Again.”, Isaac added, going straight for the fridge.
Meanwhile Scott had frozen next to his mother gaping wide-eyed at the object between her fingers. “Mom, what is… Is this a pregnancy test?”
Isaac choked on his glass of milk while Melissa flinched even more and put her hands over it. But the damage was already done. The Cat out of the Bag.
For what felt like half an eternity nobody said anything, or even moved.
Scott was the first to break the silence. “How did this happen?”, he sounded a bit hysterical.
Isaac didn't know what to say or even think about this whole situation but couldn't help himself: “You know, Scott, if two people like each other very much…”
“I know how babies are made!”, Scott snapped, “But Mom you're not seeing anybody! How? Who?”
“I was… It just happened.” Melissa sighed dejectedly, still staring at her hands that now covered the positive test.
Suddenly Isaac felt like he had intruded on a private moment he had no business sharing: “I'm just gonna go over there. Yeah I'm gonna go over there and watch TV.”, he mostly told himself as he went into the living room and sat down on the couch staring at the black screen and still listening in to everything that was going on in the kitchen.
“Oh my God!”, Scott exclaimed, “And what about condoms? How many times did you tell me to use protection?”
“I thought we used one!”, Melissa shouted back before getting quiter: “There was an open wrapper in the morning. I never thought I could be…”
“You thought? Oh my God! Were you drunk? You were drunk! Oh my God! My Mom had a drunk one-night stand! And now you're pregnant!”, Scott was in full hysterics now. “Oh my God! I'm getting a little brother! Or sister! Oh my...”,
“Scott! If you say Oh my God one more time, I swear this baby will be born an only child!”, Melissa cut him off. “Now calm down. Take a deep breath. Use your inhaler. Good.”
“Do you even know who the father is?” Scott asked.
Melissa gave him a withering look. “Yes Scott I know who the father is. And no, I wont tell you. At least not until I talked to him first and we decided what to do.”
“But...”
“No but. And until then you tell no one about this. Not even Stiles. Especially not Stiles. The same goes for you Isaac. Understood?”, her tone really allowed no argument.
“Yes Mom.” Scott replied grudgingly.
“Yes Miss Mc… Yes Melissa.” Isaac concurred from the living room.
“Now I have to go to work.”
“But you only start in two hours.”, Scott objected.
“I just… have to go.”, Melissa abruptly got up put the pregnancy-test in her purse and fled the house.
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Isaac was laying on his bed hollowly staring at his French homework for the second hour now without being able to concentrate or getting anything done. His mind was swimming with What-Ifs, with possibilities and worries and fears when Scott tentatively knocked on his open door.
“So my Mom is gonna have a baby. I'm gonna be a big brother.”, Scott opened with badly put upon nonchalance
“Yeah”
“Who do you think is the Father? Do you think I know him? Perhaps it's somebody from her work?”, he wondered aloud
“Yes, you definitely know him, no it's nobody from the Hospital.”, Isaac answered a bit exasperated.
“How can you be so sure? Oh my god! You know who it is! Tell me! How do you know?”
“If you can't figure it out by yourself, I'm not gonna tell you.”
“Is it that slimy Peter she went on a date with a few month ago?”, Scott was working himself in a frenzy again. “Oh god it's not Coach or one of our teachers? Please tell me it's not Mr. Harris! How sure are you?”
“It's not Harris but I wont tell you any more.”, Isaac tried to calm him down, “And I'm ninety-five to ninety-nine percent sure.”
“Oh my God! I have to call Stiles!” he proclaimed.
Isaac quickly snatched Scott's cell away from him. “No! You can't tell Stiles. You promised. Remember? You promised not to tell anybody, especially not Stiles.”
Scott pouted at him and prodded Isaac about the probable father, but Isaac didn't even heed him. He had other things on his mind. Like where exactly this new development left him. Where would he go, now that the guest-room would be needed for a new baby?