Chapter Sixty-Five

Home Coming and Bonding

I woke up to the sunlight shining through the hospital curtains. A yawn left my lips as I stretched. I finally got to sleep a solid 4 hours, thankfully. I sat up on the bed, my eyes scanning the room. Stiles refused to leave last night and was stretched across the other bed, sound asleep still.

Scott was sitting in the recliner, fast asleep and I couldn't help but awe at the sight. Olivia was curled up on his chest, fast asleep and Noah was sleeping contently between Scott's legs. I quietly moved to grab the camera, knowing that I just needed a photo of this.

The flash woke up Scott with a start, his grip on Olivia tightening slightly and his free hand going to protect Noah, his eyes flashed red for a moment before he calmed down and settled into the chair.

"You scared me," he whispered, checking on Olivia and Noah quickly before finding my gaze. I smiled at him, "sorry, you guys are just so cute. I couldn't resist." Scott sighed contently, his eyes falling onto Noah with a smile.

"Are you ready to go home today?" He asked, looking back up at me. I nodded, crossing my legs so I could sit up. "I miss my bed." I ran my fingers through my hair, "are you staying over tonight?"

Scott nodded, "if that's okay with you. I'll sleep on the floor--" I cut him off with an eye roll. "Don't be ridiculous, Scott. You can sleep in the bed. I'm not mad anymore, I mean, sure I don't entirely forgive what happened but, I'm not mad."

A smile lit up his face, and he went to respond but, was cut off by Stiles. "Don't go to the valley.... no..." I threw the remote at Stiles, successfully waking him up. He jumped awake, looking around quickly with his sleepy eyes.

He looked over to the crib and sat up quickly, eyes wide, "where's the babies?" I laughed lightly, feeling appreciative that my brother cared for my children so much. "Scott has them, calm down." Stiles visibly relaxed, laying back on the bed with a yawn. "When do we get to go home?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes on Noah as I noticed him beginning to wiggle around and open his mouth. His dark grey eyes blinked open for a moment and I knew he was going to be hungry.

"The doctor said around 2? So hopefully then." I got up from the bed and cradled Noah to my chest. He was so perfect... I had no idea that I could love someone as much as I loved him and Olivia. It was insane. "Good morning," I smiled at him while climbing back in bed, holding him in front of me, close enough, so he could see me.

Hie eyes blinked open and he stared at me, taking in my face. I smiled widely at my baby, kissing his chubby cheeks that were just so perfect. As I kissed him, his hand reached up to grab my face, his fingers spread across my cheeks as his nails lightly scratched against my skin.

I love him so much.

After signing the last of the paperwork (most of it ensuring that I knew how to not kill my babies) I was able to go home. Melissa took a lunch to drive us to my house, which I was thankful for because there was absolutely no way I was putting Olivia and Noah in the back of Stiles' jeep.

Roscoe was going to have to get checked out by a mechanic before either one of them would be put inside. Stiles reluctantly agreed. I carefully dressed Olivia and Noah in their going home outfits. Olivia wore a white onesie, baby pink pants that had a sparkly tutu on the waist band, and a pink jacket that had white polka dot hearts and zipped up to keep her warm.

Noah was in a white onesie as well, with blue pants, and a baby blue jacket that had a little tucks on the pockets. They were both wearing hats and mittens that were in corresponding colors and they both had thick white socks on their feet.

I had a going home outfit on too but, it wasn't as fancy. I was in leggings and an oversized, knitted grey sweater. I finished buckling Olivia into her seat as Scott did the same with Noah, both of them were sound asleep, which was a blessing. I hadn't fed them since 10 and I don't want them getting fussy until we get home.

Stiles grabbed Olivia's car seat while Scott grabbed Noah's, I grabbed our bags and got in the wheelchair. Apparently it's a rule, or something, that the nurse has to wheel me out. Once we were outside, I stood up and sent the nurse a smile.

I just wanna get home.

Stepping into the house was like a breath of fresh air. I felt like a huge wave of exhaustion hit me though, and all I wanted to do was sleep. My thoughts were broken by a pair of arms wrapping around me tightly, squeezing me to their chest.

I breathed in the familiar scent and wrapped my arms around him, dropping the bags on the ground, not caring if anything fell out. Oh my god, he's here. I felt tears build in my eyes as I held onto him tightly. I felt him kiss my hair, "hey, V. Miss me?" Danny joked lightly and I pulled away to glare at him slightly.

"I didn't think you were coming," I sniffled, wiping away my teary eyes as I looked into the eyes of my best friend. Danny frowned slightly, breaking his happy smile for a second as he grabbed my cheeks. "Victoria, I wouldn't miss this for the world. I've been hiding out here waiting for you to come home, I didn't want to bombard the hospital room."

I slapped his chest slightly, "you don't bombard me. I would've loved to see you at the hospital." Danny sighed, "well, I'm here now. Do I get to meet my niece and nephew?" Excitement bubbled on his face and I couldn't help but smile as I nodded.

The door closed behind us quietly and I turned to see Melissa carrying one of the baby bags and my pillow, while the boys were carrying one car seat each. Danny smiled at the boys and held up a hand, "I'm gonna wash my hands and then I'm gonna get my baby fix." I laughed as he left the room quickly.

Scott and Stiles set down the babies on the couch and began to get them out carefully, Stiles with Noah and Scott with Olivia. I turned to Melissa with a small smile, "how long can you stay?" I asked quietly, my tiredness showing. "I have an hour."

Melissa put her arm around me, rubbing my back in comforting circles, I leaned into her embrace, resting my head on her shoulder as I felt an unwelcoming wave of sadness wash over me.

Tears slipped through my closed eyes and I tried to stop them, but it was too late. Melissa pulled back slightly and moved in front of me with a concerned look as she held my face, similar to the way Danny did but, more delicately.

"Tori, honey, what's wrong?" She questioned softly, rubbing my cheek carefully, wiping off my tears that fell. I felt as a sob shook my shoulders and at that moment Melissa wrapped me in her arms tightly, holding me to her chest as I clutched tightly onto the back of her scrub shirt. "I wish my mom was here..." I choked out.

Melissa rubbed my back and pressed a kiss to my head, "I know, honey. I know." I continued to cry, not quite understanding why this feeling hit me so randomly, so suddenly. I pulled back from Melissa and saw Stiles standing next to me, no baby in hand.

My eyes flashed to the couch where I saw Danny holding Noah and Scott holding Olivia, his eyes on me. I sighed before turning to Stiles, who wrapped an arm around me, "are you okay?" I shook my head, honestly. I sniffled, "I miss mom."

Stiles looked to Melissa quickly, "I got her." He then led me back to the rooms, taking me to my room so we had privacy. We both sat on the bed, I instantly leaned into my brother's embrace, sniffling as I did so. "I miss her too," he spoke after a moment, his arm tightening around me.

"Will it ever get easier?" I asked quietly, knowing that we had moments like this every so often, especially when something big happened. Stiles leaned his head on top of mine and sighed. "I don't know, Tori. I hope so."

I wiped my tears and sighed, "I just wish she was here, to meet them..." I picked at my nails for a moment before speaking, telling Stiles something I probably should've told him way long ago. "I, uh, I should've told you something a long time ago, Stiles."

He pulled back and turned so we were facing each other, his eyebrows were creased slightly, "what is it?" I rolled my lip between my teeth, my gaze falling to the blanket as I picked at it, nervous.

"A couple months ago, I went out to the garage and went into mom's journals..." I began.

So, I sat there, explaining to Stiles how mom had been communicating with me through the journals, how I read her words of the future, now the past, and how I felt guilty for not sharing it with him but, I wanted to keep her to myself... for awhile at least.

"I know it was selfish, Stiles. I know it was, but I guess part of me just wanted to hold onto her before I had to share her... I don't know." Stiles sat quiet for a moment before he brought me into a hug. "It's okay, Tori. I get it."

He then leaned back and scratched his neck for a second, "wait here." I didn't get a chance to respond before he left my room, coming back a couple minutes later with something in his hands. It looked like a photograph.

"Last year, when I was in the jeep, I found a picture in the visor." He looked down at the photograph with a small smile, "I didn't show you because, I wanted to keep it to myself too, but, I guess it's time I share it."

Stiles handed me the old photograph and I gasped. It was an old photograph, the color slightly orange and stained but, the image was clear. It was mom and dad, stood in front of the house with wide smiles on their faces. Dad was holding her in his arms and she was laughing, with her head tilted back and her hands were holding onto her gigantic stomach.

She was pregnant in the photo.

A tear fell from my eyes, but a smile graced my lips as I traced over her face. "She was so beautiful, wasn't she?" Stiles hummed in response, wrapping his arm around me again. "I love you, Stiles."

"I love you too, Victoria." I smiled before holding up my pinky, "forever?" He wrapped his around mine tightly, "always."