Beautiful Chaos - Liam Dunbar
Characters: Liam x Reader
Summary: Liam and (Y/N) thought that they were ready for the biggest change of their lives, but the unexpected is always unpredictable. Where are the girls when you need them?
Warnings: Pregnancy, labor, stress?
A/N: This was a lot longer than I expected it to be. XD, enjoy. Also, I know I’ve been gone for a while and I apologize!
“We’re not going anywhere, not while you’re eight months pregnant,” Scott said sternly. He was staring down at (Y/N), who was sat on the couch. Her belly was huge, like someone had blown up a beach ball in her stomach. Her hands were protectively around it, though, which was no surprise.
Liam was right beside her, as he had been this entire time. He hadn’t really taken her eyes off of her. When her parents were killed last year, having been caught in the crossfire of protecting their daughter from the Benefactor, Liam hadn’t loosened his grip on her. He felt bad that he had brought her into this crazy, supernatural side of the world. But how was he supposed to know that she was on the Benefactor’s list as well.
(Y/N) was a witch. She was one of the most dangerous creatures out there, and she only just learned about what she was. Sadly, her father wasn’t here anymore to show her what was what. There’s was no one around to help her, or so she had thought. Deaton was there, Scott was, Malia, Stiles, Kira, Lydia. All of them were there.
In more ways than one.
Malia was the first to find out about the pregnancy. She had smelled it on (Y/N) and that had especially scared her because, well, Malia had been weird about it. She had tried convincing Malia to not tell anyone, but not long after that, Stiles knew. And of course after that, everyone did.
Well, everyone but Liam had known.
Both Liam and (Y/N) were both trying to harness their abilities. Liam was a freaking werewolf who had anger issues, to put it lightly. (Y/N) could help him, as it turned out that she had a naturally calm aura around her. She had no idea where it came from, but it made since. To be a witch, she had to be very calm and collected, it took not only body but mind. She had to be one with her soul as well.
Telling Liam was the scariest thing that (Y/N) ever had to do. What would they do? She was an orphan and his parents didn’t even know that he was a werewolf. What would they do?
It turned out that Sheriff Stilinski was very supportive. He had taken (Y/N) into his home and given her the spare room. Hearing that she was pregnant, it broke his heart. To see someone so sweet as (Y/N) struggling through loss and the supernatural, now pregnancy, it was hard. He wanted to be there for her. She was grateful.
Liam was shocked, questions swirling and fear building. Beacon Hills wasn’t exactly the best place to have a supernatural baby at. The unknowing danger around every corner. Yeah, it was perfect.
He had to be there, though he didn’t know how. How was he supposed to tell his mom and step dad? How were he and (Y/N) supposed to finish school? Where would they go? How would they do this? Luckily, they had such a great pack.
That was the thing about a pack, they were like family. Scott was like the dad, he was tough because he had to be. He was protective of his family, which was what led them all to this point.
“I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) argued. She picked up her phone from beside her. “Sheriff is just a phone call away and so are you, Mr. Alpha.”
“(Y/N), we’re not leaving you alone,” Liam argued and looked at you. He had that lost puppy look in his eyes, and he reached out, putting his hand on (Y/N)’s belly. “Please, just let us stay here.”
She looked at him, then looked at Scott. “And if you all stay here, than who’s gonna go out there and take down the Dread Doctors?”
“We have that under control,” Stiles said from the side.
“Yes, whatever plan you-” she stopped halfway through her insult to close her eyes and swallow hard.
“What is it?” Liam asked, worried. He stood right up, but was close to (Y/N) for anything.
“Oh no,” she whined, shaking her head. “No, no, no.”
“What is it?” Scott asked, starting to slowly freak out.
“This can’t be happening. Please be a false alarm,” (Y/N) begged under her breath.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Stiles asked, rushing over. He had gotten so much closer to her in the last year. She was a sister to him now, not just that annoying little lowerclassmen that picked fun at him and he picked back at her.
“I think I’m going into labor,” she said, taking deep breaths. That calm demeanor she had was shining through as she was able to calm herself down. She couldn’t say the same for her three boys.
“What do we do?” Stiles asked, turning to Scott.
“I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to happen for another two weeks,” the alpha answered.
“Oh my god,” Liam said, putting his face in his hands. He was trying to not freak out, but how was he supposed to do that when his baby was trying to come into the world? He wasn’t ready for this, or at least he didn’t feel ready.
“We have to get her to Deaton,” Scott said.
“Stiles, go get the jeep ready,” Liam said.
“Wait, why my jeep?” Stiles asked, glaring at Liam. “We have to mess up my jeep?”
The three of them started to argue, trying to figure out exactly what needed to happen and what was actually going on. The three boys knew what had to happen, but the tension of the situation made them frazzled.
(Y/N) let out a yell of pain. She clutched her stomach as she took deep breaths.
The boys stopped everything and looked at her. “What are we supposed to do?” Scott asked.
“I don’t know,” (Y/N) said through deep breaths, trying to keep calm as her body wanted to spasm. “Lydia and Kira expected to be with me during this.”
“So in other words,” Stiles started, shaking his hands violently, “we don’t have a plan!”
“We need to calm down,” Scott said,” looking at them all. Stiles was clearly irritated, Liam was silently freaking out, and (Y/N) was coming down from the pain. “That was the first contraction. The next one shouldn’t be for a while.”
“You don’t know that,” (Y/N) said, looking up at him. It was like staring into the eyes of a wounded dog. She looked so helpless like that, Scott hated to even think that. He knew how powerful and strong (Y/N) was, she was wise and knew what to do. It was just the tension.
“Stiles, go get the jeep,” Liam begged the older boy. They needed to get (Y/N) to a doctor, specifically to Deaton. He knew what to do. He knew how to handle this.
Stiles didn’t question it again. He ran out the house like a cheetah on 5 Hour Energy. He was out the door in a second, though he accidently slammed the door. It made (Y/N) jump, which made Liam not too happy.
Scott looked at the youngest werewolf. “Help me get her up,” he said. He was on one side of (Y/N) and Liam was on the other. They had their arms under hers and around her back, pulling her up gently.
They led her to the car and Stiles opened the door for her. His car wasn’t really equipped for this, since there was only two doors. He pushed the seat up and Scott and Liam were forced into the back. Stiles then fixed it and helped (Y/N) up into the passenger.
“Stiles is driving?” she asked fearfully.
“We’re gonna be okay,” Stiles said before closing the door and walking around.
“This isn’t good,” she said and shook her head. “It’s not good. It’s not good.”
Liam leaned forward, taking her hand in his. “Hey, we’re gonna be okay.”
“Have you ever been in the car when Stiles drives?” she asked, looking at him. She looked honestly scared.
“Stiles wouldn’t do anything to put you or the baby in any danger,” Scott assured as his best friend was getting in the car.
“I may play around here and there, but this is serious,” Stiles said. He had already started the vehicle, so they were backing out of the driveway as soon as he was situated.
The car ride was smooth, even though there were car everywhere. It wasn’t ideal. The one day they needed the roads empty, everyone seems to have to be somewhere.
Stiles was honking the horn, trying to use it sparingly since (Y/N) looked to be very irritated. He kept glancing her way, especially when she would scream from her contractions.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Liam kept assuring her. She looked so distressed, he hated it. He kept wiping her forehead with his sleeve and was moving her hair away from her face.
She shook her head, looking down. “Oh no,” she groaned and bit her lip. She closed her eyes.
“What? What happened?” Scott asked. He leaned forward and tried to see what was wrong, but he could smell it. He shook his head. “Stiles, step on it.”
“Okay,” Stiles said, taking the risk anyway. He stepped on the gas and went around a few cars. He didn’t care if he got a ticket or was pulled over, his dad would understand and he was sure that any officer would too.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My water broke,” (Y/N) said. She took a deep breath as another contraction came.
“In my jeep?” the driver shouted.
(Y/N) let out her scream.
“We’re almost there,” Liam said as loudly as he could. This was chaotic.
Before they knew it, they were pulling up to the vets office. Stiles parked and opened the door. He let Liam and Scott out first, then he and Liam ran around to help (Y/N) while Scott ran inside.
“We’re okay, you’re gonna be okay,” Liam kept saying. (Y/N) grabbed him and slammed him into the side of the jeep. He looked at her, seeing that scary glowing purple of her eyes. Her powers were nearly limitless, strength was no different to her than spells were.
“Stop saying that. It’s not okay!” she shouted. Stiles shushed her, calming her down as they started making their way to the door. They got her inside and into the back room.
“Get her on the table,” Deaton said as he walked over to the group.
Scott and Liam got her up and comfortable. She wasn’t all that comfortable, but it would have to suffice.
“How far apart are your contractions?” Deaton asked as he pulled on gloves.
“Seven minutes,” she answered. She took a deep breath.
“Help me get her pants off, Liam. Scott, get a blanket,” he ordered.
“What can I do?” Stiles asked.
“Get a sink of water ready, warm, sanitary,” Deaton told him. Everyone was at work, all for (Y/N).
Lydia, Kira, and Malia were coming into the office when they heard a scream. The place was deserted on the front, but they knew better. They were almost ready to go back into the room, but Lydia stopped them.
“They don’t need a full room in there,” she reasoned. She looked at the other two, hoping for the best. They all were.
The door opened behind them and Scott was there in a medical smock. “What took you so long?” he asked.
“There was traffic,” Kira said, as if it was the obvious answer. She walked over. “How is she?”
There was a scream behind Scott. He shrugged a bit. “As well as you would expect a teenage, untrained witch to be,” he said.
“How close are they?” Malia asked. Scott looked at her.
“It’s almost here,” he said and then looked back as his name was called. “Wait here.” He left them, the door closing behind him.
It was another twenty minutes before everything calmed down. The door opened again and Stiles came out. He was dressed in a smock as well, but the front of him was wet with water and soap.
He smiled at them. “Come on,” he said and walked them to the door, opening it for the girls. He walked in after them.
(Y/N) was on the table, a pillow had but put behind her. She was sweaty and out of breath. Her eyes were barely open, but she was still holding onto Liam’s hand tightly. He was hot too, but he looked a lot more awake.
He kissed her head and smiled at her. “You did so good,” he told her.
“Yeah?” she asked, looking up at him. He nodded to her.
“Scott, towel,” Deaton said. He and Scott were at the sink. They were blocking the view of the baby, but everyone knew that the little guy or girl had to be okay.
(Y/N) and Liam hadn’t wanted to know the gender of the baby. It had to be a surprise to everyone. That was part of the magic of it all.
After a moment’s time, Scott was walking over with a bundled blanket. The baby had obviously been wrapped up with care in a cute yellow blanket. He was smiling down at the child, gently rocking it as he made his way over.
“What is it?” Malia asked. She was trying to see, but of course she couldn’t as the baby was handed to its mother.
(Y/N) looked down at the sweet child. Pink face, a tuft of brown hair, and a toothless smile.
Deaton stayed back, watching the pack welcome their newest member. It was sweet, and he smiled gently as they were all in awe.
Scott leaned forward, as if about to tell some big secret. He smiled. “It’s a girl.”
Liam smiled wider and kissed (Y/N)’s head. He was so happy. A little girl, his baby girl. He looked at her, reaching out and touching her little cheek. She giggled, cooing at her father. He couldn’t stop smiling.
(Y/N) could only watch, suddenly wide awake. Holding her little baby girl in her arms, just watching her. This was the magic.
“Why don’t we give them a little time,” Deaton suggested as he walked by. He walked to the door and turned, looking at the pack. This was their moment, too, of course, but the new parents should have their moment as well.
The pack cleared the room, leaving (Y/N) and Liam with their new addition. The family was together, oh so happily. He sat on the edge of the table, looking at his two girls. He couldn’t believe it, even after all this, that he was a father.He figured that most guys felt that way, though, when they had a kid just brought into the word.
“What should we call her?” he asked her. They had discussed names, of course, but they hadn’t decided on anything. Nothing had been made concrete. He had left it up to her, honestly. He knew that anything she chose would be beautiful for their little girl.
“I don’t even know,” she said and chuckled. She laughed softly and looked down. She looked down at the baby in her arms. “Liam, look.”
The new father leaned forward, looking at the newborn. Her eyes had turned from pretty blue to a burning yellow. He felt his mouth fall open as he didn’t know what to say. He now didn’t know, truly, what to expect.
“My little were-girl,” he said, chuckling softly. He kissed her head and then kissed (Y/N)’s.
“I know what to call her,” (Y/N) said and looked up at him. Her eyes were shining purple, like they did when she was especially happy. It was magical. “(Y/B/N).”