*This is set a year after twin boys Cade and Scott have been born.*

Y/n POV-

The last year was probably the hardest time of my life. During my pregnancy I stayed off school so Stiles could finish his A levels. Then I went back to school for the last year to complete my GCSE's. Which was hard. Not just the schoolwork, catching up etcetera side of things; it was the people. I got so many nasty comments and hate that I began to sink into a depression.

I remember it oh so well...

"Stiles I'm home." I say quietly as I walk into our house as I know Cade and Scott have just gotten off to sleep; plus Stiles' best mate Scott has been asleep for three hours.

Our parents both put forward and bought us our own house, it's in Stiles' name as he is eighteen and I'm sixteen. When I'm old enough I'll be put on. As soon as me and Stiles have got a proper job and money we will pay our parent's back. They let us pick the house and shared the cost equally.

"Hey baby! How was school?" Stiles says with a warm smile.

I grumble a response but he doesn't hear me so I repeat it: "Great, just great."

"Y/n I know when something is wrong," He kisses my forehead then looks into my y/e/c eye's, "So please tell me." I give a weak smile.

"I need to talk to you alone then." I say.

I'm going to tell him, tell him about what's been happening at school and my depression.

"Allison!" Stiles whisper-shouts, "We're going out, look after my boys." He then says quieter to Allison who's just walked into the hallway from Stiles calling her.

"Of course. Text me on your way back please Y/n as Stiles will be driving of course." I nod.

"Let's go for a drive in Rosco, then I'll park after ten minutes then we can talk okay baby?" Stiles asks me ever so gently.

He's nervous and he's also getting protective. We do as Stiles says and we end up pulled over at a quiet layby. The car is silent and Stiles unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face me.

"Y/n? You know you can tell me anything, you know that right?" Stiles says and asks calmly.

But me being me breaks down in tears and Stiles jumps into action: he gets out his black Jeep he called Rosco, comes to my door, opens it, unbluckles my seatbelt and I turn to face him and open my legs. Stiles slots himself in between my open legs and hugs me confortingly, letting me dribble all over his shoulder onto his black leather jacket because of my sobs in the process.

"Now," Stiles says pulling away, tilting my chin so I have to look him straight in his beautiful chocolate eyes, "Tell me what's wrong, I hate to see my girl so upset. I'm always here for you."

"See that's the thing Stiles, I'm putting you in pain, I'm causing you pain. You deserve better than me, I'm just some teenage trainwreck who got herself pregnant at fifteen. I'm stupid, ugly and fat! So fucking fat. I hate myself and you have to let me go, I'm not good for you." I say quickly.

Stiles' face is unreadable.

"One, you are not causing or putting me in pain, I'm upset on my own grounds because I didn't know you felt like that. Two, I deserve better than you okay?" He tucks a couple of strands behind my ear and continues, "Thirdly you are not a trainwreck. Next thing on the agenda, it takes two people to make someone pregnant. I'm the one who iniated you being pregnant. We made love because we wanted to, we love each other. Forever. It was our decision. You gave me children. We created two lives Y/n. The boys and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me alright? You're not stupid at all. You're the brightest star, you certainlt light up my life. You're not fat," Stiles cups my head in his large hands, "Y/n you're the most beautiful and stunning girl there is and will ever be, not unless we have a daughter then you are tied. I find you so attractive and Y/n you are so fucking fit, it takes you to look at me to turn me on." He kisses me gently then continues, "Okay? Y/n you are not fat. Any extra you think you have is rubbish. You're looking so fine for saying you had twins the natural way at fifteen. You shouldn't hate yourself. You should love yourself. I love you. I'm not letting you go. Never, I almost lost you once when you had that accident on that train, you have no long lasting damage thank fuck. And even if you did that wouldn't change how I think and feel about you. You are good for me. Baby you are the closest thing to perfect for me. I'm the bad influence not you." Stiles finishes then kisses me passionately before I could respond to his little speech.

Then I told him about my depression and the bullying. Two months later it was sorted. Stiles saved me in every way possible. In that train terrorist attack too.

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You wouldn't believe how quick three years can go. Stiles helped me through my depression without the hindrance of pills. It dissolved after six months. I became a childminder so I can work at home and still see my boys grow up. They start school next week; they grow up so fast. Stiles works as a paramedic. Although, at the moment my Stiles is off on paternity leave with our little girl just been born. I'm still working as a childminder so he's at home alongside me for the next six months. Our little girl has a full head of y/h/c whereas adventurous Cade and sporty Scott's hair is the same gorgeous dark brown hair as Stiles. Our little girl is called: Abigail (Abbie) Sofia Stillinski. In four months me and Stiles are getting married. Did you know Stiles' real name is Mieczysław Stilinski? He couldn't pronounce Mieczysław as a young child so he got nicknamed by his mother Claudia and dad Noah Mischief. Stiles is a mix of his last name and his paternal grandpa's name. I'm mentioning Mischief in my vows. Stiles' mother Claudia died when he was a young boy but Stiles says she will always be with him. At the wedding we've reserved a seat for her.

"I love you baby!" Stiles randomly yells to me from our cozy lounge.

"Love you too Mischief!" I say genuinely walking into the lounge with Scott who I've just had to supervise him going for a loo; Stiles chuckles gently.

"Daddy is uncle Scott and aunty Allison coming tomorrow still?" Cade asks excitedly to Stiles who's rocking Abbie.

"Yeah. Grandpa Nee-naw is coming in an hour too." Stiles responds.

Grandpa Nee-naw is what we call Stiles' dad. He's a cop. A cop car goes nee-naw. It's easy and we both agreed Grandpa Noah sounds a bit rude.

"I love you mummy and daddy and Abbie." Cade and Scott says stimutanously.

I swear to fucking god they have twin powers and telepathy too.

"We love you three kids too." Stiles says happily, pulling me into a side-hug on the sofa.

Sorry it took so long!