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Sugar and spice and all things nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Tally had been something of a shock to say the least. He’d felt the call of the Nemeton exactly a year and one day after he and Peter had bonded. Looking back he knew that he should have been somewhat suspicious about it, but at the time he had just followed his instincts to the Nemeton with bare feet.
Of all the things you think he’d remember about that morning bare feet was probably not one you’d think of.
It had been one of the those mornings, the kind where the sky was awash with pink and leaves had crunched under his feet from the frost from the night before. Maybe that was why he remembered not having shoes on.
The clearing that the Nemeton was the centre of had been as still as always. He didn’t know if it was the tree’s magic or his own or a combination of both. But even today the grove was quiet and serene.
Finding a baby wrapped in a several fabric shawls, though, had been the last thing he’d expected. Whoever or whatever had left a child there, had taken great care to ensure that she wouldn’t die of the cold swaddling her carefully and placing a weather ward to keep the area round the child comfortable.
There had been signs of an offering and the feel of a ritual just in that small space to the side of the tree stump, but not enough that he could have worked out what the ritual had been. One thing he had been sure of though was that there hadn't been any intent to harm, if anything there had been a slight feeling of desperation and a lot of sadness.
At the time he had the feeling that leaving the baby had been the last thing the person who left her there had wanted to do.
Peter, surprisingly, had just shaken his head when he’d come back with a baby muttering something about the Stiles effect. Which had become something of an inside joke to describe anything odd and possibly magical that happened to them or around them, the pack, his Dad, or their wider family.
Several of the parents in the extended pack were now suggesting that it might be catching even. Along with Tally he was teaching four others about magic and suspected there would be two more added to that group soon.
And he wasn’t even thinking about why they might have a need for a coven.
Tally had just seemed to slip into their lives as if she’d always been there. Though the sudden shock of night feeds and diaper changes were not the exact anniversary present he’d been expecting, not that he would have changed it.
The paperwork of adding Tally to their family had not been easy. Proving that a child without any kind of birth records actually existed was more difficult that you might think, even if said child was in your office screaming at the top of her lungs. But they had got there eventually. A private adoption used to explain her presence outside of family and pack.
Though only immediate family knew that Tally had a true naming that her birth certificate had glowed gold as she was officially named. Tallulah, Claudia, Jamie Stilinski-Hale. Claudia for Stiles mom and Jamie for Peter’s Dad they had both been drawn to those names, probably by the magic that had needed a true naming. Again with the Stiles effect.
Tally’s birthdate was listed as a year before he’d found her. So, Tally's birthday followed his and Peter’s anniversary by one day.
A double celebration was always a good excuse for a party.