when i’m asleep in your arms
Malia blamed her raging hormones on her unrelenting urge to punch Stiles in the gut.
Just a mere six months ago, Malia could sleep through the night without any disturbances (minus the occasional jab from one of Stiles’ long limbs). Now, she had a baby kicking at her bladder every fifteen minutes without taking into consideration if Malia got any rest. All she was asking for at this point was some peace and quiet in her apartment so she could take a light nap before Lydia and Kira dragged her to the mall for some shopping for baby clothes. But it was Video Game Wednesday, which meant Stiles was in the living room, screaming at Scott through a headset for hours without stopping. Malia, to say the least, wasn’t very pleased.