Hi everyone...
This is my first venture into the TW fandom.
I am a huge Sterek shipper and after reading a lot of amazing stories I decided to try and write one myself.
Since I have a few Klaine stories going on I am posting this for the sole purpose of seeing if you'd be interested in reading this.
So check it out and let me know what you think.
English is not my first language and this is unbeta-ed so any and all mistakes are mine.
Also I obviously don't own TW because if I did Derek would have healing sex with a certain stubborn, ADHD, big mouthed guy instead of that teacher but what do I know right -_-
Let me know if you like this :*
Italics are flashbacks.
„I think that's the last of it. Well not the last of what we'll have in our new home but the last thing I brought with us from my old home and unpacked. We still need to buy a lot of stuff but that's gonna have to wait until dad comes around to help. What do you think?"-Stiles rambled as he turned his protruded belly to face the still empty living room, not feeling silly at all for talking to his unborn baby girl and asking for her opinion on their new living arrangements.
He had done his research and all the books said it soothed the baby to hear the voices of the family so Stiles did what he did best.
He talked.
He talked to her about everything that came to mind.
The movies he watched, the books he read (out loud so they could discuss them together before going to sleep), the new video game he was developing that earned them enough money to buy a tiny little house that Stiles fell in love with, the merits of having pulp in your orange juice versus not having it…the usual stuff.
He consulted her about the color of her new room and interpreted the faint kicking he felt as "don't you dare paint my room pink just because I'm a girl" and decided his child was the most badass kid ever.
He also talked to her about her name.
She absolutely refused to be named after his first crush even though he told her the name Lydia came with a legacy of beauty and intellect.
She disagreed so fiercely she kicked his bladder all night long making him have to get up and pee every 10 minutes.
He offered some fierce names of his favorite fantasy characters, thinking it would be a great idea to name her Arya or Arwen.
He couldn't see her but he swore she was rolling her eyes at him with disdain behind the thin stretched skin of his stomach.
She was way too sassy for a 6 months old fetus.
After she murdered his hopes of having a fantasy named baby he gave up for a while trying to come up with something that the both of them would like and that would hold some meaning to him.
Then his birthday rolled around and he realized that he was turning 25, he had a baby on the way and he was in love with the baby's father that so obviously didn't want him back.
He snuggled in his bed with his pregnancy pillow, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pretend that the gentle caress of the pillowcase were fingertips dancing across his skin again.
Blaming it on the hormones he let a few tears drip down his nose and he felt a gentle push of a small foot in his belly.
Tracing the small bump with his hand he sighed into the dark.
"Don't worry Les. Daddy is okay."-he said and froze when he realized he just named his baby without even thinking about it.
Les.
Alessia.
Alessia Laurel Hale.
She didn't move a muscle nor did she smash any of his inner organs.
He figured it meant she liked her name and smiled softly drifting to a restless sleep.
Now, a week after his birthday Alessia was kicking away in his stomach happily at the sight of their fairytale home.
"And this is your room, where, you will notice, we are missing a few key furniture pieces such as a bed and a wardrobe but the walls are a pretty green color as per your request and you have a pretty cool crib where you are right now so a real crib can wait for another month and a half until you decide to move out. How does that sound?"-he asked as he patted his belly and went on to show her the rest of the house.
"Aaaan this is daddy's room where you will be sleeping for a few more weeks so I made sure the bed was all soft and plush and the sheets are pretty high quality too so you…"
"Stiles!"-his rant was interrupted by his father's voice coming from the kitchen.
"In my room dad!"-he called out and lifted one of the boxes creatively marked "My room" on the bed and started unloading piles of clothes and trinkets he packed from his old house.
"Are you talking to the baby again?"-his dad leaned against the doorframe and smirked at the blush covering Stiles' cheeks.
"I was just showing her around, no need to mock the pregnant dude."-he said in a small voice hating his hormones for getting him emotional over everything.
"Not mocking son. Just wondering if she liked it?"-his dad said and Stiles lit up like a firework crossing the room in a few gigantic steps and throwing himself in his father's arms.
"She has some reservations about the living room furniture but she loves the rest."-Stiles winked and turned back to unpacking.
"Well that's good then. Okay, make me busy!"-John clapped his hands and regretted his eagerness half an hour later when he found himself hauling the sofa up the short flight of stairs and into the house, sweating and grunting about being too old for this shit while his son sat with his legs propped up, sipping lemonade and acting like a navigation device for the sofa.
Positioning the furniture proved to be more than just physically straining.
Since the kitchen/dining room/living room area was actually one big room it left Stiles two walls to place his furniture against.
Stiles wanted the sofa to face the window but then he realized that the shelves and his TV won't fit under the window.
They turned the sofa to the opposite side making it look towards the empty wall connecting the living room with the part of the house where the bedrooms were but he felt like it wasn't feng shui so they moved it again but then Stiles didn't like it again which made him cry and conclude that his lack of sofa positioning skills meant he was gonna make a horrible father to his baby girl resulting in her becoming an internet porn star.
His dad stared at him for about 15 minutes before just pushing the sofa under the window and placing the armchairs around it making Stiles look up tentatively and smile while hiccupping that he liked that idea.
They unpacked slowly, taking breaks every half an hour because Stiles got tired fairly quickly and resorted to taking naps whenever he felt like it.
They finally dragged the last box out of the pickup truck and unloaded the kitchen utensils in the cabinets before diving into the sandwiches his dad brought with him when he came around.
"O 'y go' this's so 'ood!"-Stiles said, mouth filled with food and hid dad cringed at the crumbs flying from between his lips.
"Eat with your mouth closed Stiles, please I don't need to actually see the digestion process."-the sheriff sad and Stiles stuck his tongue out showing off his chewed food lewdly.
He was pregnant; he could get away with whatever he wanted. Which is why he finished of his food and then wiggled his toes while he pushed his legs onto his father's lap whimpering pitifully.
John gave him an exasperated look but Stiles could totally see the soft smile and fierce love behind his mask.
He was fooling no one.
He gave another wiggle of his toes in his dad's direction and the older man placed his hands on his swollen ankles, digging his fingers gently and trying to ease up some of the tension and soreness.
"Oh they should be handing out medals of honor for this. Like seriously. John Stilinski, world's most greatest ankle masseur. If you ever get dumped from the force you could like…open a salon for pregnant people. You'd make some serious cash and…"
"Stiles…."
"What?"
"Would you shut up for a second?"-John laughed at his overly excited son.
"Pfff you love my rambling. It's a part of my charm. Now stop slacking. I've got another sore calf waiting for your attention."
John chuckled and resumed his task.
Truth be told he loved helping his son.
He loved doing whatever he could to make it easier for him.
And the part where Stiles never asked for help was what made him even more determined to open his eyes and pay more attention to what he needs.
Every once in a while he would pick up the groceries for him making a lame excuse that he bought too much since he wasn't used to buying for just one person.
He would check on Stiles' jeep and make sure it was in perfect condition.
Somehow he ended up being miraculously free for every doctor's appointment even if Stiles protested, saying he was fine going alone and that he didn't have to waste his free days on him.
But John wanted to.
He saw the way Stiles' eyes would mist over when he saw other pregnant women and men in the waiting room.
None of them were ever alone.
Their partners holding their hands and handing them cups of apple juice and helping them get up from the chair when their bellies grew too much for them to do it alone.
The love shining in their eyes killed Stiles every time but he would plaster a grin on his face and babble on about whatever he could think of trying to hide the longing.
John would pretend to believe him and would listen to him prattle but he knew he ached for someone to be there; for Derek to show up and hold his hand as they listened to the accelerated heartbeat of their unborn child.
He would pretend to believe Stiles when he said he was happy on his own but in secrecy he would do his best to be there for him and not let him feel alone and abandoned.
It's what dads were for.
He sighed and dug hi fingers into the tense flesh of Stiles' other calf trying to breach the subject of Derek once again.
"You should tell him about this."-he said quietly and he felt the muscles in Stiles' legs tense before he smiled lazily.
"I'm fairly sure Dr. Ryan knows about my swollen ankles dad."-he chuckled forcefully but there was a hysterical note in that laugh that showed John his son knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Stiles!"-the sheriff warned and Stiles' face clouded over darkly.
"No!"-the boy got up from the couch clumsily, picking up the scattered wrappings and tossing them into the bin with just a tiny bit more aggression then strictly necessary.
"Son, he deserves to know he's going to be a father. No matter what he did he deserves…"-John said as he barricaded Stiles' exit from the room.
"He deserves nothing from me!"-he screamed and placed a protective hand over his stomach "Dad…he…he used me…he…."
The young man broke down in tears and his dad kneeled in front of his son hugging him tightly.
"Shhh, I'm sorry I upset you…it's okay."-he tried soothing him but his sobs were still wrecking his body.
"I…I thought he loved me."
His head filled with cotton and his legs gave up from underneath him when Derek pinned him to a wall and attached his lips on his.
Soft, damp flesh gave up the fight and allowed the Alpha to consume him, to devour him, to own him like he so desperately wanted for years.
Clawed hands griped his hips and iron-like arms wound around his lithe body, keeping him from falling apart.
His every dream was coming true and he was losing all semblance of sanity as he wrapped himself around Derek, trying to take as much as he could before waking up because this was obviously a very elaborate dream his mind pulled him into.
"Derek…"-he moaned as sharp teeth dug their way into his neck and he shivered all over from the most amazing kind of pain and who knew he had a pain kink…surely not him…huh.
He clutched at those ridiculously toned shoulders and rocked his hips forward before Derek panted and moved away from his lips, but still holding him in place with his body.
Having access to oxygen made Stiles' mind clear a bit and he looked up to find Derek's eyes blazing red as his heart pounded against Stiles' chest.
"Wha…why did you do that? I mean…not that I mind because well…obviously I don't but why would you…"
"Because I wanted to."-Derek said pining Stiles' flailing hands between their bodies.
"Right…yeah that sounds like a good reason to do something…most of the stuff I do I do them because I want to…it's…it's good…"
"Stiles…"
"Huh?"
"I'm gonna kiss you again."
"Oh…yes that's good too…"
He melted happily into the kiss never even suspecting that that one little kiss that set him on fire would make him crash and burn only a few weeks later.
"It's okay son…I've got you…"
"I thought he would stay dad…I th-thought he wanted me…"
His sobs broke John's heart and he held him tighter cursing himself for ever mentioning that son of a bitch.
But he really did think Derek deserved to know.
Asshole to his son or not he had the right to know he had a child and he had the obligation to do the right thing for his baby girl.
"Dad?"-Stiles' broken voice rasped from his lap.
"Yeah?"
"I know what you're thinking. But it's my choice. And I'm not telling him. I'm not giving him the chance to hurt Alessia by deciding he doesn't want her. I…I can do this alone…with a little bit of your help I can make it. Just please dad…please don't tell him about us."-he stared at him with those huge brown eyes of his and John couldn't do anything else but nod and hug him again.
"You know I'm always here for you."-he pressed a kiss to his damp temple helping him back to his feet and keeping him steady when his balance gave up on him.
"Thanks dad. Now help me find some pajamas and grab a blanket for yourself. I know you think you're sneaky but I know you ask for days off for my doctor's appointments."
"I…"
"No…don't even try to deny it. Sheriff or not you are amazingly transparent."-he winked and for a second John could pretend it was his old, happy boy standing in front of him.
"Blankets and pillows are in the hallway closet. See you in the morning old man."-he turned for his room with his shoulders hunched and John knew his old son was no longer there.
Instead there was a tired but brave, resilient and determined man who was a fighter and there was nothing John could do but feel a little bit of sadness and a whole lot of pride for the man he helped creating.
In his room Stiles changed into his pajamas slowly and clumsily, nostalgic for the days when he was still able to see his feet.
Wobbling tiredly he slid under the covers and sighed when the cool sheets eased the burn in his worn body.
The pregnancy was taking a toll on him and he was a bit anxious for his daughter to get bored inside of him and decide to come out.
He was dying to finally meet her.
Hugging his stomach he ran his palms over the warm skin and grinned when he felt a soft kick against his ribs.
"Love you too Les. Get some sleep baby girl and whatever you do, don't wake daddy up before sunrise."
Turning onto his side he glanced out the window and caught sight of the full moon.
Heart throbbing with pain he thumbed the crinkled photo under his pillow.
"G'night Sourwolf."-he whispered and if his mind decided to take the random howl of a stray wolf in the woods as Derek wishing him sweet dreams then that was only for him to know.
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