Disclaimer: teen wolf is not mine. Anyways I remember an anon/guest wanting this so I finally got around to writing it, enjoy x probably be a few chapters x
"What... The hell... Is that?"
Kayla glanced up curiously at Stiles' disgusted tone, her brows furrowing from where she sat curled up on the end of the Stilinski sofa, Star Wars distantly playing in the distance.
"What?" She asked innocently, her hand full of food that was raised halfway to her mouth as Stiles plopped himself down next to her, still that horrified wide eyed look plastered on his face.
"What, or who, are you eating?"
She glanced down at the hotdog piled high with chocolate sauce, sour cream, cookie dough and sprinkled with grated cheese, shrugging a little because she saw nothing wrong with this concoction.
"It's food Stiles, people generally need it to survive" she smirked before taking a massive bite, all the flavours swirling together in her mouth, her tastebuds exploding in pleasure as she held back a moan of contentment - damn it was delicious.
"That's not normal" Stiles commented, screwing his face up as he shook his head, "seriously Kaylz, that is the furthest thing from normal, that is so unnaturally freakily un-normal"
She continued chewing but pulled the plate away from him, narrowing her eyes, "mine"
He threw his hands up in surrender, "oh trust me, no one will be wanting to steal that"
She rolled her eyes but held back her smirk as she swallowed, "blame your child, ever since I actually started eating again without puking it's only the strangest things but it's surprisingly nice... Seriously" she added at his disbelieving look, "try some"
He jumped back like he had gotten hit as she raised the plate to his face, his nose turning up, "ew, no thanks" he gently pushed her arm down, "I'll leave the pregnant woman to that task"
She grinned again, her mouth watering for more as she sunk her teeth through the layers of sauce and meat, letting out another delighted sigh before groaning under her breath.
"I remember when you used to make those noises for me" Stiles joked playfully, "well at any rate I'm just glad you're eating"
"Hmmmm" she took another big mouthful before she had even finished the last one, "sorry Stiles, food before sex"
He chuckled, settling down comfortably next to her on the leather sofa, his warm bare arm brushing hers, "so you're feeling better? There's not a chance you're going to puke all over me is there?"
"Oh there's still a chance, there's always a chance but it's minimal" she twisted her head to the side to stare at him, "but yeah... Loads better"
He grinned widely, "good, I'm glad" his arm snaked around her shoulders, pulling her flush against the side of his body, "allows me to do this" and with that he stopped her hand from going to her mouth with more food, instead he tilted his head forward and captured her lips gently causing her to let out a surprised gasp at the feel of his warm lips caressing hers. But holy god was it nice. Uber nice really.
Her skin tingled, her stomach doing flips as he moved a hand to tangle through her hair and pull her forward, the plate almost slipping from her grasp but luckily Stiles caught it, his quick but fumbly reflexes kicking in.
She felt her face flushing, which was a rare thing to happen after only kissing for a few seconds, the back of her neck getting clammy with sweat as she glanced at him in a cross between amazement and need.
Wow... Hormones alert.
He smirked, seeing her state of disarray and flushed appearance, innocently holding up the plate filled with food that he caught.
"Food before sex, remember?" He grinned cheekily with a hint of smugness at the fact she was unraveling in front of his very eyes.
"Screw the food" she dead-panned, discarding the plate to the coffee table, "screw me" and with that she threw herself against his chest, causing him to fall back and sprawl out over the sofa as she clambered onto his lap, straddling his hips and grabbing the sides of his face to kiss him fiercely.
He seemed a little shocked at her pouncing on him like this but took it in his stride, his large hands immediately landing on her hips and squeezing tightly causing her to let out a light moan against his lips. Her fingers disappeared into his thick hair, raking through the soft tendrils as she kissed him fervently and hungrily and gently grinding down onto his hips making his mouth open in a gasp.
"Uh... Kaylz?" He muttered in between kisses, his hands slinking down to stroke her bare thighs, "ease up on the throttle a bit huh?" He gasped again as she swivelled her hips down against his, one hand still firmly planted in his hair and tugging whilst the other was snaking down his chest to fiddle with his shirt buttons.
"Sorry" she panted breathlessly, not slowing down her actions as she got fed up with the trying to undo every single button and just ripped it open, "blame the hormones"
His cheeks flushed red, his blunt fingertips subconsciously digging into her thighs as she dragged her nails along his bare chest, leaving a line of light red marks.
"Your hormones are out of control" he noted, "like crazily out of control, maybe you need a leash on them"
She couldn't help but smirk, "a leash you say?" She teased before pulling him up and crashing her lips to his again, tugging the shirt down his arms and throwing it away, "Jesus Stiles... Why do you have to be such a sex God?"
He busted out laughing at that, breaking the kiss, "a sex God? Well... That's something I've never been called before but I definitely do not mind that nickname... Not at all"
She could barely concentrate on his words, too engrossed in the way her stomach was twisting in anticipating knots, her legs tightening around his hips as she not so subtly circled her pelvic bone against his, her skin heating up.
Stiles froze, his breathing momentarily stopping as she felt him coming alive under her touch and had to repress a smirk.
"You know, this is usually where you undress me too"
He wasted no time, ripping open the buttons of her own red blouse to reveal a lacy black cropped tank top underneath, slipping the red material off her shoulders and allowing it to get tangled in her arms as he started pressing soft but hungry kisses to her shoulder before working his way down to her collar bone, causing her whole back to arch and her hands to knot into his hair and start tugging, knowing how much he loved that. She was proved right as he let out a loud animalistic groan against her skin, sliding a hand up her thigh and underneath the hem of her denim shorts.
"Hey kids, I'm home" she distantly heard the front door slamming shut and a pair of keys hitting a wooden table, "I brought pizza, pepperoni and triple chee-oh" the sheriff cut himself off, staggering to a stop as he balanced the pizza boxes in his hands, his pale eyes widening as he soaked up the image of the two teens on the sofa clearly a little bit too preoccupied with each other to notice him coming in.
"Uh... Kids?" He asked again, his eyes still wide with shock before he started spluttering as his son started to pop open the button on his girlfriend's shorts, "hey hey hey, family living room, children please"
Stiles jumped back like he had been shot, his whiskey flecked eyes going wide as he dropped his hands from Kayla's body, flushing a dark red.
"Uh, oh... Um... Hey dad" he stuttered, "wh-what's up?"
The sheriff tried to keep his eyes cast sideways, "I have pizza... Though I guess if you're too busy-"
"Busy?" Stiles squeaked, "we're not busy, busy? Pffft" he waved a hand dismissively, trying to act calm and causal even though Kayla was still straddling his lap, her nimble fingers titling his head to the side so she could kiss the side of his neck, "nothing... We're doing n-nothing"
"Oh really?" the sheriff asked disbelievingly, "so doing what you're doing now isn't how you got your highschool girlfriend pregnant then?"
Stiles blushed and started to look flustered, a thin sheen of sweat building on his forehead but Kayla popped her head up, long hair sticking to her cheeks.
"Technically yes but we weren't in this position" she said bluntly, "I tracked my dates back and the baby was conceived between the 16th and 18th, he was on top those times"
"Oh my god, oh my god" Stiles spluttered, "Kayla, w-what-"
"What? He asked" she shrugged.
"He wasn't being literal"
The sheriff raised his hands, breaking up the bickering match before it could start, "never mind, I don't want to know how when or where my grandchild was conceived"
"Probably in the back of the jeep" Kayla said dismissively, "that's how I got the cramp in my leg for three days, obviously not enough stretching beforehand" the sheriff felt like taking his gun and sticking it in his mouth by this point.
"Kaylz-"
"What? It's true" she defended with a shrug, "you sure like to do a lot with my legs-"
"Okay" the sheriff interrupted, "time for pizza where there will be no sex talk, no birds and the bees and certainly no talk about how you conceived this baby, my heart is weak enough as it is"
"It may feel a little cool but that's just the gel"
Kayla nodded in understanding as the midwife lifted up her shirt and applied some ice like gel to her lower abdomen, squeezing Stiles' hand tighter.
"This is just insane" he was gushing, "the baby is the size of a peanut, how can we even see it? It's a little peanut with pin prick eyes and thread like arms, how it doesn't get lost in there is a miracle"
She shot him an exasperated look from where she lay on the bed, "such a loving description of your child Stiles"
"It's true, it's the size of my pinky"
"Actually-" the midwife corrected, her long blonde hair scraped back into a bun as she smiled at them, "-it's a little bit bigger than that"
Both her and Stiles' gaze immediately moved toward the monitor, seeing a thick grey and black mass that moved each time the midwife dug the sonogram into her stomach, "five point five centimetres long, makes you nearly twelve and a half weeks along"
Kayla frowned, her face screwing up, "I'm sorry, where? All I see is a black screen"
"Isn't that it?' Stiles leaned forward, pointing his index finger at a small grey mass, "that looks like a head... Or maybe it's a foot"
"Looks like an abyss" Kayla noted, "like a great big black hole of despair"
"Now who's being wonderfully descriptive about our baby" Stiles grinned before sobering up and shooting the midwife a thoroughly confused glance, "but seriously where is it?"
The midwife laughed as she turned the monitor towards them, "it's okay, the image can be quite hard to make out" she circled an invisible line around the top left hand corner of the grainy picture, "that's your baby's head and down here-" she moved her finger diagonally, "-is its feet. See them sticking up, like it's kicking a ball? But if I see correctly-" she moved the monitor again, gliding it over Kayla's side, "-it looks like your baby's tongue is sticking out"
"Wow" Kayla smiled, "that is..." She trailed off, screwing her face up again at the screen, "never mind, still can't see it, can you?" She glanced up at an equally confused Stiles.
"Nope nada zilch" he shook his head, "maybe we need our eyes checked"
The midwife patiently waited with them as she pointed to the screen, explaining calmly where all the little limbs were and showed them the grainy outline of their baby until, finally, they could make out the image pulsating on the screen.
"Oh my god" Kayla exclaimed, pushing herself up but still clinging to Stiles' hand tightly, "I can see it, Stiles I can see it" she was staring at the image in amazement, now seeing it perfectly clearly and holy god it was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. It was... There was no words. It was just honestly the most valuable thing in the world to her right now.
She felt Stiles squeeze her hand back which had suddenly turned clammy and sweaty.
"Stiles... Can you see it?" She whispered, not even registering the hot tears welling up in her eyes, "that's our baby"
The midwife stepped back, bowing her head and giving them some privacy but Stiles didn't answer, just continued to squeeze her hand like it was a lifeline, his breath sticking in her throat.
Finally she glanced up, blinking back the tears of happiness as she soaked up Stiles' expression - slack, shocked and amazed, his beautiful brown eyes shining with glassy tears.
"Stiles..." She paused, sending him a concerned frown, "... You okay?"
He finally broke his gaze away from the screen that he was transfixed on, his breathing rapid and irregular.
"That's... That's..." He gulped back a big mouthful of air, "that's our baby"
"... Yeah" she smiled, "little Stilinski"
His eyes widened as she said that, a look crossing his face that was something caught between daunting realisation and pure undiluted shock.
"Oh my god" he exclaimed loudly, "we're having a baby... I'm going to be a dad" He was breathing heavily by this point, his eyes so wide he looked like he was on crack, "I think I'm gonna be sick. How did this happen?"
"Stiles, calm down" she reassured with a small laugh, "we knew this... Relax" she soothed gently, moving her hand to stroke up and down his arm, "and the back of the jeep remember? we agreed to be chill about this babe"
"Chill? Chill?" He screeched, "that little thing that quite frankly looks like an alien-" he pointed to the grainy screen, "-is a baby... A baby. We made a baby"
"Yeah" she just nodded softly, "sometimes happens because of sex, you know, the sperm and egg thing" she chuckled lightheartedly, "I knew you were due another freak out soon enough"
"Freak out? Freak out?" He demanded, his limbs flailing about as he looked like he was trying to do the Mexican wave, "no no no, this isn't a freak out, this is me having an Antarctic scaled meltdown because we are having an alien baby. A real life living screaming crying alien baby"
"Hmmm" she agreed quite calmly, rubbing circles over his arm, "it all just became very real huh?"
Poor boy looked as white as a sheet. He was happy no doubt but the shock was clearly getting to him, that much was very very obvious.
"This is.. Is just-" he glanced at the screen once more, gulping audibly, "-never mind... I think I'm going to-" but before he could finish his sentence his legs gave way and Kayla couldn't even comprehend trying to catch him because in the blink of an eye he was on the floor.
"Really Stiles? Fainting?" She demanded playfully as she leaned over the side of the bed, shaking her head at the boy sprawled out over the floor, "that's an extreme even for you"
The midwife chuckled, sending Kayla an amused look, "happens all the time in here, I'll grab him an ice pack"
"Thanks"
She glanced away from Stiles back to the screen, her heart swelling with love she didn't think she would ever be able to feel, raising a shaky hand to trace her fingertips across the outline of her baby. It might only be small but it had already made such a big impact on her life, Stiles' too.
"My little bump" she whispered softly, raising a free hand to rest over her ever so slightly bulging stomach, "and I promise daddy won't ever call you an alien ever again"
"HALE" coach hollered as they stood inside the badminton court, making her jump, "this is the sixth week you've skipped gym class, what is your excuse this time? Broke a nail?"
"Um..." She glanced at Scott and Stiles and the rest of their friends all dressed in their gym clothes where as she stood there in a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt, "female problems"
She was fifteen weeks pregnant and still hadn't let anyone outside her friends and family know, and that included her school, hence why she started making excuses up why she couldn't take part in coach's classes - tennis, running, basketball, you name it she ducked out of but it seemed he was a lot smarter than he acted and smelt something fishy.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "female problems?"
Technically she wasn't lying, there was a baby in her womb after all. That could, in some circumstances, be classed as a female problem.
"Yeah" she nodded, "female problems"
"I don't buy it" he shouted, "the only way you are getting out of this class today is if you're dying or pregnant, you're not either of those are you?"
She was sure she heard Isaac burst out laughing at that and Stiles elbow him harshly in the ribcage, telling him to shut up.
"Um..."
"Well?" Coach demanded, "are you dying?"
"I hope not"
"Well you're certainly not pregnant, Stilinski isn't capable of that" coach waved his hand dismissively, "ass on the court Hale"
She rolled her eyes, knowing how wrong he was, "oh really?" She faced him square on, well aware the class had gathered around them, "then I guess this is just a little extra thanksgiving fat" and with that she lifted up her t-shirt, showing her small rounded bump that was growing more and more each day, the bulge that was once discreet and practically invisible now prominent and very obvious, especially when not covered up in a baggy t-shirt.
She didn't know what possessed her to do that. Her excuse had been for the last couple of months 'the hormones' but honestly she knew that wasn't it. Maybe she was just too impulsive, or maybe she was fed up with wearing baggy clothes all the damn time. She didn't care what people thought. She was pregnant, it wasn't the end of the world. It's not like she murdered someone.
Oh wait... Never mind.
She heard the whole class literally gasp, glancing between her and Stiles in something close to shock, amazement and slight judgement where as coach... Oh boy...
"Thats-that's not... No" he whispered, staring at her with wide eyes before looking over at Stiles who was standing as still as a statue, his jaw almost hitting the floor, "you did that?" He pointed at her stomach, "you were actually able to impregnate someone with your corrupted sperm?"
"Uh... Um... I don't-that's not... Oh my god-" Stiles cut himself off as Scott nudged his shoulder, "um... I-I guess so"
Kayla let her t-shirt drop back down, sending Coach a wide smile, "and yes coach, Stiles is more than capable of getting me pregnant - he has great stamina" and with that she flashed the flabbergasted class a sarcastic smile before taking a seat on the wooden bench, crossing her ankles in front of her.
Stiles still looked to be in shock at her sudden announcement, sending her a wide eyed look from where he stood, hands on his hips and cheeks flushing with an embarrassed heat as he appeared to be ready for the ground to swallow him whole.
"That was... Wow, real subtle Kaylz, that's... Yeah, thanks for that"
She grinned shamelessly, "no problem"
She had never seen an entire class so quiet before, even coach who was normally so loud and, well, exuberant, was speechless. Utterly speechless. It was actually kind of nice.
"Well..." Coach mumbled, his jaw still slack as he peered between her and Stiles, "you can be excused from gym class from now on then"
That was it? Wow... She really did do a number on him.
Except that perception changed as he walked up to Stiles and out of nowhere hit him upside the head before blowing the whistle really bloody loudly right next to his ear.
"Ow!" Stiles jumped like he had been shot, "Coach, what-"
"CONDOMS STILINSKI. CONDOMS. DO YOU WANT ME TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?!"
"Um... No" Stiles 'duh'd', "I've got an A in English"
"WELL OBVIOUSLY NOT IN COMMON SENSE. C-O-N-D-I-M-S"
"Actually coach it has a 'O' not a... Never mind" Stiles simmered down as coach's face turned bright red.
"NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO ENGAGE IN YOUR DIRTY LITTLE TEENAGE HORMONES PUT SOMETHING ON THE END OF THIS-" and with that he smacked Stiles right in the crotch so her boyfriend hunched over, his face screwing up in surprise and pain, "-ONE OF YOU IS ENOUGH STILINSKI"
"... Ow..."
"COVER UP NEXT TIME"
"Duly noted"
"GOOD" coach hollered, nodding in approval before frowning, "WHY AM I STILL SHOUTING?"
'Because you're nuts' Kayla felt like piping up but held back her smirk - she definitely wanted Stiles to deal with this one.
"... Because you're still shocked I got my girlfriend pregnant? Maybe? Just a guess" and with that the coach slapped Stiles upside the head again, a lot harder than before.
"DON'T REMIND ME WHERE YOUR BALLS HAVE BEEN STILINSKI. I'LL BE SIXTY WHEN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR LAW BREAKING OFFSPRING. SIXTY. THAT'S TOO OLD. AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING RID OF ALL OF YOU PATHETIC HORMONAL TEENAGERS YOU GO AND MAKE ANOTHER ONE? THIS WILL KILL ME I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. MY DEATH WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS"
"Little dramatic coach" Stiles winced, raising his two fingers and pressing them together, "like a smidgen"
"ASSES ON THE COURT, ASSES ON THE COURT BEFORE I GIVE YOU DETENTION"
"For what?" Stiles asked, affronted, "having sex?"
"I THOUGHT I SAID DON'T REMIND ME. ASS ON THE COURT"
Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes but dragged his feet over to the badminton court, Scott and Isaac behind him laughing their asses off, teasing Stiles under their breath.
Well... Safe to say that went well.
"Okay this isn't even funny anymore" she grumbled under her breath, "I'm seventeen weeks pregnant, I should not look like a big fat walrus"
"You don't look like a walrus" Stiles laughed from his sitting position on the bed, lowering his phone to smile at her, "seals are cuter"
"Shut up" she groaned, almost breathless at how much effort she was putting into trying to button her jeans up, "these are even early maternity jeans. They have stretch. Why won't they tie?!"
"Well... Uh... You are um..." Stiles trailed off wisely as she raised her eyebrows in demand, her stare turning hard, "you're... Expanding" he added delicately.
"Expanding?" She clenched her teeth, "what do you mean expanding?"
"You know... Um..." He gulped, raising his arms out in front of him, "getting bigger"
"Bigger?!"
"Bigger but totally in a good way" he rushed out, "you used to be like this-" he raised a single long finger, "-but now you're like this-" and with that he bent it over so it doubled in width, "-bigger"
"So you're calling me fat?!"
"What? No" he exclaimed wildly, quickly shaking his head back and forth as he sprung forward so he now kneeling on the mattress, "you're not fat, you're no where near fat, you're just... You're just-" he glanced down at her bump, "-growing" he sent her a small smile, one corner of his lips quirking, "now there's two of you to love"
"Hmmmm" she hummed, pretending to think it over, "sap"
He grinned when he realised he was out of the danger zone, "you know you love it"
"Either way I'm not going to admit it" she joked lightly, standing at the end of the bed as Stiles shimmied forward, the grin still plastered on his face.
"You're going to have my baby in a few months, I'm sure admitting you find my sap adorable and endearing isn't a very big step" he joked, his brown eyes gleaming.
"Who says it's your baby?" She questioned back deadly seriously and had the pleasure of watching his face pale and his eyes widen, his breathing stopping momentarily in shock.
"Stiles" she laughed, "I'm joking... I thought you knew my sick sense of humour by now" She teased lightly as he loosened up, a relieved expression crossing his features.
"Jeez Kaylz, way to give me a heart attack" he murmured but he smiled lightly at him.
"Awwwww, sorry baby" she cooed, raising her hands and threading them through his thick gelled hair, "but yes, this baby is undeniably yours if the way I'm eating is anything to go by"
He hummed in response, hands landing on her hips and pulling her forward against his chest but she couldn't get as close as she wanted because her bump bounced off his stomach and they both glanced down.
"Now you mention it, you are pretty big for seventeen weeks" Stiles said thoughtfully, "maybe you're having twins"
She snapped her head up at that, her own eyes going wide with shock and fear at that sentence - one baby was bearable, just, but two? What? No... That was impossible, they had the scan, there was one baby, one, one as in singular. Except there was cases where babies hid behind one another and oh my god- wait...
She narrowed her eyes as he started smirking, his eyes glinting with amusement, "oh my god Stiles don't do that to me" she smacked his shoulder lightly as he burst into laughter, "my bladder is weak enough as it is thank you very much"
"I thought you knew my sick sense of humour by now" he quoted her perfectly, that adorable smile tugging at his lips, "nah, it's just a big baby is all, no worries"
"No worries?" She smirked, "of course the guy would say that, you don't have to push it from your vagina"
"Which is something I will always be grateful for" he laughed, "it looks painful"
"It feels hellish" she corrected with a smile, "how long till school?"
"Half hour... Why?"
She stared up at him flirtatiously, "well... Do you think you can satisfy your pregnant girlfriends' needs in that time?"
He grinned widely, "is that a challenge?"
"Do you accept it?"
The way he kissed her was definitely a yes.
When she first expected to feel her baby kick it was definitely not in the middle of Scott and Derek verbally almost tearing each other apart.
Who knows how it started or what it was about. All she knew was the tension was high and their shouts and growls reverberated off the loft walls.
She stood against the pillar, Stiles a little in front of her as he tried to break up the verbal boxing match but it did no good, the two werewolves were tearing each other apart - not literally thank fuck.
She just rolled her eyes as Derek's eyes flashed and the next thing she felt was a kind of tug from the side of her stomach and a kind of pop. At first she just thought it was her stomach rumbling for, no doubt, more food despite the six hotdogs she ate beforehand but another stronger movement fluttered inside her and she jumped.
What? Was that what she thought that was? She was almost twenty weeks, it could well be.
She gingerly placed an open palm against her bump, not even registering the still constant arguing, Stiles' voice joining in with them, her own expression changing into one of awe as she felt, again, that little kick but stronger, like her baby was reacting to her touch.
"Stiles... Stiles come feel this" she said quietly, still staring down at her bump but the shouting just got louder and louder.
"Stiles..."
Another little kick hit her open palm and she felt eyes welling with hot tears of happiness. Although before she knew it was real, she had the sonogram pinned to Stiles' bedroom wall, but this just made it even more real. Like realising your dream had come true.
She glanced up, witnessing Derek and Scott standing almost nose to nose, both fuming and Stiles trying to break them up but she didn't care about that right now. Her baby was kicking, that overtook everything else.
"Stiles" she practically screamed, so loudly all three males look up in shock, "your baby's kicking... Come feel it"
It looked like Stiles didn't register her words, his eyes confused and apprehensive, his head tilting forward like he was silently asking her to repeat the request but she just smiled lightly, ignoring Scott and Derek's flabbergasted expressions.
"Seriously?" Stiles asked, "for real?"
"For real" she confirmed, "so very real"
He stumbled, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to move forward, his large hands flapping about as he fluttered around her, mumbling under his breath.
"Here" she gently took ahold of his hand, guiding it just a little to the side of her bump that was now big enough that if she looked straight down she could only see the tops of her feet. She placed her hand over his, holding it against her bump and just as she did a series of stronger and more active kicks started hitting against his palm and he either looked ready to be sick or start jumping for joy she couldn't tell.
"That's... That's..." He was gazing down at the bump in complete fascination before looking up and meeting her gaze, "... That's so weird"
She let out a burst of laughter, holding his hand tighter, "I know right"
"Does it hurt?" The question spilled from his lips in concern, his eyebrows furrowing.
"No" she whispered, shaking her head, "it just feels like... Like popcorn popping" he cocked an eyebrow at that explanation, his eyes dazzling with amusement, "what? It does"
He smiled again, glancing down and looking completely fascinated by the flutters underneath his touch, "It's amazing" he whispered so quietly she had to strain her ears to hear him, "there's an actual baby in there"
"... Yeah. Ours" her palm came to rest over his cheek that had turned pale with shock, "you okay?"
Her voice was gentle and soothing, taking it slowly because although he was great at dealing with the situation he was prone to having mild freakouts at times.
Oh who was she kidding, mild didn't even cover it, extreme was more like it.
"Totally" though his voice was a few octaves higher than normal, his eyes wide and staring, "totally fine, everything is chill here, why wouldn't it be?"
"Because you look ready to pass out" she observed with a chuckle, "but she likes you" she gripped at his hand tighter, holding it to her expanding belly, "she's kicking a lot more now"
"She?" He squeaked loudly, eyes bugging from his head.
"I dunno, just a feeling" she shrugged, "we can't keep calling it an it forever can we?"
He turned paler, his wide eyes landing on her bump again and gulping noisily.
"A-A girl..." He mumbled in thought, "that sounds nice... Scary-" he nodded "-but nice"
She thought her face would stick like this if she kept grinning so damn much but she couldn't help it. Out of her entire shitty life this little being inside her womb was like the light at the end of the tunnel. She/he or whoever they wanted to identify themselves as was hers and Stiles' baby. A baby. As in they were going to be parents. It was mindboggling.
He still looked a little pale, his normal jittery demeanour still and calm but his eyes were frenzied which only meant one thing.
"You're going to pass out on me aren't you?" She asked knowingly, unable to stop the smirk pulling at her lips.
"Wha- no" Stiles mumbled, "... Maybe..." And less than a second later his knees buckled and he crumpled in a heap on the loft floor, completely out of it.
"Thought so" was all she said, smirking to herself as she gently nudged his body with her foot, "but just so you know, if you do that in the labour suite then I really will kill you"
She traipsed down the stairs of the Stilinski household one morning at the sound of her friends voices. She didn't even bother changing out of her bed shorts and sports bra which meant the main focus point of her body was, no not her boobs, though the size they were now with the pregnancy made it hard not to look, but her bump.
Being almost eight months pregnant was hard to hide after all.
She yawned as she entered the livingroom, rubbing at her grungey eyes with her fist.
"Uh... Morning" she greeted, "man I could really do with a coffee"
"No caffeine" Stiles perked up, like he automatically just tuned into whatever she said, "you know what the doctor said"
"She also said to go easy on the sex but we didn't do that"
Scott spluttered, choking on his juice as he tried to swallow and Isaac just rolled his eyes and she could already see him mentally tuning out, obviously not wanting details of their sex life where as Lydia and Kira just eyed each other up knowingly.
"Again with the subtlety" Stiles muttered sarcastically.
"I'm sorry but I really have to ask this" Kira piped up, "how?"
Kayla frowned, "how what?"
"How can you, you know... When you're, well-" her friends eyes all zeroed in on her huge bump that was so big it looked like she could crush a man with it.
"It does look difficult" Malia observed thoughtfully, "in the wild mating was only used as an act of reproduction, never for pleasure"
"Well kids, here's a little biology lesson for you-" she started sarcastically, clapping her hands together.
"Oh dear god" Stiles muttered to himself, face palming himself.
"-this here-" she placed her hand over her crotch, "-is a vagina. A sex organ. This-" she raised her hand and placed it directly over her bump, "-is my bowling ball of a belly that is only this size because a baby is growing in my womb, which is here" she lowered her hand a little so it was resting between her hips, "and in no way does it compromise the entrance to my vagina for oral or penetrative sex, capiche?" She asked bluntly, staring at each of her friends in turn.
"Bit too much information there Hale" Isaac smirked, looking exasperated at her explanation.
"Well that and I'm still really flexible" she added, "just because I can't touch my toes it doesn't mean I can't grind pretty damn well"
"Grind?" Malia frowned, "like gears do?"
"Oh sweet sister-" Kayla smiled in faux sympathy, "-we have a lot to teach you"
"Kaylz maybe, uh, ease up talk on our sex life huh?" Stiles mumbled in embarrassment, "some people may want to eat breakfast without imagining us... You know..."
"Coming from the guy that insists on only one position because it's 'safer' for those 'with child'" she quoted in a deep voice before rolling her eyes, "so dull"
"Kaylz-"
"What? It's true" she defended, "I'm fed up of lying on my side while you do your thing"
"You're the one that can't bend over things anymore"
"Pfft" she dismissed his argument with a wave of her hand, "there's so many more positions that doesn't involve me bending over things, try again"
"Okay" Scott interupted, his face still a little red from choking on his juice, "can we please stop talking about bending?"
"Yes. Please, yes" Stiles exclaimed loudly, "no one is bending over anything"
"Unless they're getting spanked"
All eyes swivelled to Kayla and she just rolled her eyes, "okay okay sorry, blame the hormones"
"That's been your excuse for the last six months" Isaac observed with a laugh.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm the one with the Eiffel tower sized baby in my belly sucking me dry of energy and making my back and ankles hurt like the son of a mother fricking bitch, not to mention how damn irritable I am all the fudging time so yes I will milk it up if I wish" she nodded after her rant with a satisfied nod before shrugging, "what? The hormones" she defended loudly.
Isaac was the one that laughed at that, his eyes glinting mischeviously like he was about to wind her up, push all her buttons.
"Jeez Hale, you definitely are about the size of a house" he commented with a playful smirk which made her turn her glare to him, her eyes narrowing, "actually-" he added, glancing down at her rather obvious huge belly that probably was about the size of a house, "-make that two"
"I will skewer your testicles over an open fire and roast them like chestnuts"
Isaac chuckled, totally underwhelmed by her threats, "can you even see your own feet?"
"I can't see three feet in front of me" she replied truthfully, "that's why Stiles classified me as a walking hazard and is following me about like a lost puppy"
"Hey" Stiles exclaimed, "not 'everywhere'... Just-some places"
"Every time the baby presses down on my bladder, which is a lot, he follows me to the bathroom. I can't even pee in peace anymore"
"Well that's... Not... It's for..." Stiles trailed off awkwardly, looking lost for words as everyone's gazes settled on him in astonishment, "I'm just worried"
"That I'll what? Fall down the toilet" she sassed with a roll of her eyes, "someone please kidnap him for the next month, I don't think I can deal with his fussing anymore"
"Actually-" Lydia piped in with a small smile, "-because you've almost hit the eight month mark he's probably going to be fussing more because you can go into labour at any moment. There's a reason women go on maternity leave three weeks before their due date"
She glared at Lydia as she felt Stiles snap his head up at that, could feel his franticness from where she stood and was just about ready to fucking scream.
"She's right, maybe you should start thinking about finishing with school, at least until the baby is born. I mean it's a lot of walking and the corridors get so busy, what if you fall? Or someone pushes you? Those seats in chemistry are really high, what if you slip off? What if-"
"Did you just imply my ass is big?" She demanded, "my ass is not big and if it is blame your child"
Stiles looked like he didn't hear her anger, just raised his hand and formed a circle with his thumb and index finger, "your ass is fine babe, now where was I? Oh right, the seats-"
She groaned, clapping her hand over her face as she heard Isaac chuckle in amusement next to her, his hand playfully and lightly nudging her, "out of all the guys you could get to inpreganate you, which is no doubt a lot, you just had to choose the neurotic one didn't you?" He was holding back his laughs as she turned her fiery glare to him, "actually, on second thoughts-" Isaac muttered as Stiles started suggesting wearing bubble wrap armour underneath her clothes, "-neurotic doesn't even cover it"
"You're telling me" she groaned, not that she didn't appreciate his concern but she was sore, achey, tired and moody, the last thing she needed was Stiles hovering around her twenty four seven.
"-what do you think? Sound good?" Stiles was grinning somewhat hesitantly as he stared at her, no doubt having just come up with some major and in depth master plan to keep her safe from fresh air or something - knowing Stiles.
"No" she deadpanned, "now I need to go pee, again, because your child just loves to play keepy up with my bladder-" Stiles started forward but she held up her hand, "-alone" emphasising the word.
He skidded to a stop, "come on Kaylz, you don't have to be embarrassed"
"I'm not embarrassed, it's a little something called personal space" she snapped, "stay here"
"I'll keep my back turned"
"Stay. Here"
"Or I could wait outside" he offered, grasping at straws now, "just in case"
"In case of what exactly?" She asked rhetorically, "I don't need you chattering through the door when I'm trying to pee, it's distracting. So just stay here"
"But-"
"No buts" she interrupted, pointing her finger at him and ignoring the others amused hearty laughs, "if I see you within ten feet of that bathroom door I will push you down the stairs, do you understand?"
He gulped but nodded in understanding but just before she could turn around fully he jumped forward, his eyes going wide, "but-but the stairs, what if-"
She let out a frustrated and aggravated noise, sending him such a strong glare he wisely shut his mouth.
"Now listen up and listen closely-" her index finger pointed at him and he jumped like electric beams shot out from her fingertip and electrocuted him, "-I am pregnant, not dying, not a liability, not a ticking time bomb, let me pee in peace for the love of fricking God" she exclaimed loudly, pushing last her friends and making her way to the stairs.
"Well" she heard Lydia mutter, "a baby could drop out of your vagina any moment from now on, I'd say you were a ticking time bomb"
Damn them all.
A/n) I will defo write more if people like, maybe another few chapters with the birth and everything so please please review and I shall see u next time.
Also I HAVE CHANGED MY FANFICTION TUMBLR TO - fanficanatic-tw. That is my official fanfic one, not the other one, good day X.