Here's the next chapter of this little fic.
Thank you all so much for your amazing feedback on the first chapter. It made me super happy to see that.
The pregnancy questions in this chapter are actually for real.
I googled some things and found this ridiculous forum/blog thingy and laughed my ass off. Let me tell you people are crazy XD
Someone asked me in a review how to pronounce Les' name.
I don't really know how to write that so I suggest you go to Google translate and type the name in while setting the language to Italian. Then click the little icon for vocalizing the input. I tried and it is completely accurate. I hope that helps :)
Again this is unbeta-ed so forgive all of my mistakes and again I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.
Have you seen Derek and Stiles make out yet? No? Well that means they are still not mine.
„So won't you please...be my little babyyyyy...say you'll be my darling…be my baby noooooooow!"-Stiles sang goofily as he bounced (well waddled but come on...like you could do any better with a 7 months old baby in your stomach) around the kitchen making his new favorite breakfast; a tuna sandwich with pickles and pineapples.
From across the counter his dad was eyeing and silently judging his food choices as Stiles finally settled down into his chair and bit into his rotten smelling breakfast with all the gusto in the world.
"Son…"-John started and Stiles looked up, mid bite, eyes bugging out and a pickle slice peeking from between his lips.
"Wha'?"-he asked and swallowed loudly; his bite barely chewed as he got caught unprepared for the interruption.
"What in the name of god is in that sandwich?"-John asked wrinkling his nose in distaste and frowning at his son.
"Tuna, and some pickles, and pineapples…and some mayo…and stuff…It's really nutritious. Want one?"-Stiles beamed and John held his hands up defensively.
"NO…please…PB&J sandwich is enough for me."-he rushed out and Stiles eyed him for a few moments before shrugging and digging back into his food.
John smiled softly and reached over to grab some milk, memories swimming behind his eyelids.
Memories of mornings with his late wife while she was pregnant with Stiles and convinced putting strawberries in soup was the best culinary idea since the discovery of fire and cooked meals.
And he was unable to say no to her and her big brown eyes so he ate the god damned strawberry soup like he was a death convict enjoying his last meal.
Stiles inherited her brown eyes but over the years John got immune to the power of the pout and was now luckily able to escape death by grossness.
"You know…your mom had the strangest food combinations while she was pregnant with you but that sandwich is a masterpiece."-he chuckled and Stiles stuck his tongue at him.
"Shut up. I'll have you know this sandwich is the perfect combination of omega 3 fatty acids, vitamins and minerals that's good for the baby AND junk food that's awesome for the baby daddy. So there."-he huffed and stood up to place his plate in the sink.
"If you say so."-John said but he remained cautiously unconvinced.
"What did mom eat when she was pregnant?"-Stiles asked all of a sudden and John wrinkled his forehead trying to remember.
"She'd put strawberries in her soup, olives in her ice-cream, she would eat bread with pizza and put chocolate sauce into her hamburgers. It was really disgusting."-John said aiming to make Stiles realize that what he was eating was just plain yucky but as he looked up he found his son staring at him wide eyed and delighted.
"My mom…was a freaking genius. Can we get an olive ice-cream after the check up? Please dad? PLEASE?"-he pouted.
"I never should have said anything."-he grumbled standing up "Yes we can get YOU the olive ice-cream. I am not eating that shit."-he said standing up and walking towards the door.
"Watch the language."-Stiles said placing his hands on his belly to cover Les' ears and walking behind his dad.
"Stiles…you now that she can't really hear you right?"-John asked.
"She wants you to know that, yes, she can and she resents your skepticism."-Stiles translated the faint kick he felt.
"Your unborn child wants me to know that she, and I quote, "resents my skepticism"? Really?"-John rolled his eyes.
"She's very smart for her age."
"Especially since she doesn't really have an age just yet."
"You suck."
"Language, Stiles."
"All right Stiles. You know the drill."-Dr. Ryan smiled warmly and patted the chair.
Clumsily, Stiles unbuttoned his jeans and hopped onto the chair and lifted his shirt up revealing his swollen belly.
Settling into the chair and finding a comfortable position he nodded to the doctor that he was ready.
Dr. Ryan put on his gloves and squirted some gel onto Stiles' stomach rubbing it in and touching the probe to the clear liquid he spread around.
"Okay so today we'll basically just take a quick look to see if everything is as it should be and I'll print out some pictures of your baby at this stage of the pregnancy. Anything you wanted to ask?"-the young doctor asked and chuckled when Stiles jumped a little from the cold feeling the gel caused on his skin.
As the probe swiped across his stomach the screen came to life and there was a small, roundish, blurry but definitely there, shape of what Stiles knew was his little baby girl.
"I…I do have some questions but would it be okay if…if I just looked at her for a while?"-he asked as his eyes misted over and the doctor smiled, turning the volume up and pressing the probe to the correct spot making the fast thumping noise reverberate through the room.
Les.
His little girl.
Her heartbeat.
It was strong and quick and he knew it was the way it had to be but he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows questioningly at the doctor who just nodded at him, reassuring him that everything was perfect with his baby.
He stared at the screen for a few minutes, feeling his eyes fill with tears and his dad squeeze his hand in comfort.
He knew it was his dad.
He knew his hands and the calluses on them.
He knew the thick scar his dad earned when he was chasing a burglar down a blind alley then ended with barbed wire.
He knew the hands that put him to sleep when he was a kid and held him as he cried when his world crashed down around him.
But in that moment there was nothing there to stop him from wishing the hand holding his was broader, skin softer and less wrinkled, scars nonexistent and blood running warmer and faster through the veins.
He could pretend that it was Derek there with him, watching their little girl, kissing his forehead and whispering promises of a family home and a life together.
He gave his dad's hand a soft squeeze forcing himself to stop thinking about the man who used his feelings to satisfy his temporary itch for a warm body in his bed and then threw him away breaking his heart and leaving him to deal with everything on his own.
Shaking his head he pulled himself out of those thoughts cursing Derek and convincing his own heart that he deserved nothing from him; not a single tear or nightmare or crack on his soul he left behind.
"She's perfect already."-he whispered and thumbed his tears away from his face smiling at his dad.
"That she is son."-John smiled back and the doctor printed the photos and handed them to Stiles.
"Want one for your wallet?"-Stiles asked and John nodded enthusiastically taking the picture and placing it next to the ones they took when Stiles was two and 4 months along.
"I can't wait to have a picture of her where she actually looks like a "she"."John teased and Stiles scowled at him.
"She's the most beautiful "she" ever. No doubt about it."-he said and sat up on the chair refastening his pants and wiping the gel off his skin.
He could hardly wait to get home and shower. The stuff was disgusting when it dried.
"Stiles you said you had some questions for me?"-Dr. Ryan prompted and Stiles nodded pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.
"Yeah I do and please don't think I'm ridiculous. But everybody says I should read some stuff and inform myself about being pregnant and all and so I figured I should do that. And so I did. And I know the baby has nails and there's eye color almost visible at this stage and that her lungs are developing right now and that even if she was born right now she would survive because she could breathe outside and everything. But there were some things I saw on line that make no sense and I don't think they are true but I don't really want to risk it so I thought I should ask…to be, y'know…safe."-he shrugged and the doctor nodded.
"There are no stupid questions Stiles. If it's bothering you then it's better to ask then to do something wrong. So shoot."
"Okay well…I read that I shouldn't be flying during my pregnancy. I'm not like…planning to go anywhere but what if there's like a huge, natural disaster, zombie apocalypse thing going on and we need to evacuate and I have to fly. What then?"-he flapped his hand around trying to convey the seriousness of the potential situation to the two men who stood gapping at him and clearly thinking he was out of his mind.
Well he didn't care.
If there was an apocalypse he wanted to make sure he knew what transportation devices were safe for him to run away by.
"There's no medical reason for you not to be able to fly while pregnant. It's not recommendable in the last stages of pregnancy purely because of the possibility of you going into labor while flying which would be more then inconvenient. Other than that flying is perfectly safe. So if zombies attack you are free to fly away to safety."-the doctor answered kindly.
"Phew…that's a relief…okay what about sushi?"
"What about it?"
"Can I eat it? 'Cause I love it and it says it's bad for the baby."
"Sushi is also fine. Try to avoid swordfish and tilefish but sushi is okay."
"And hot dogs?"
"Hot dogs too."
"Okay. Good…that's good."
"Anything else?"
"Oh let me just check? Ummmmmmm…Oh…it says I should only sleep on my left side. Is that true? I tend to starfish across my bed and flail around a lot in my sleep…well in my awake time as well but I could try to…I dunno…barricade myself with pillows or something…"-he finished rambling and looked up to find his dad and his doctor laughing their asses off silently.
"What?"-he asked offended "You said no question was stupid."
"Well that one kind of was. Where on earth did you find that information?"-Dr. Ryan asked still chuckling.
"Pregnancy forum."-he mumbled and the doctor huffed out a laugh.
"Can I see that list?"-he reached for the paper and Stiles sagged his shoulders and gave the paper over to him.
"Okay…let's see…you're free to pet dogs and cats as long as you wash your hands, the position of your stomach cannot tell you the sex of your baby, even though you don't need that since you already know it's a girl, and going out during an eclipse will most certainly not give your baby a cleft palate. My god this is ridiculous. Someone should take it down from the internet to avoid scaring the crap out of young mothers and fathers."-the doctor said giving the list back and clapping Stiles on the shoulder " You're doing everything right and that baby inside of you is really really happy to have you as her daddy."
At that exact moment Alessia kicked his ribs as if to say she completely agrees with her doctor and Stiles nodded and smiled gratefully.
She only had one daddy.
But he wanted to be the best he could possibly be for her.
"Thanks doctor Ryan."
"Any time Stiles. And one more thing. I am giving you an appointment three weeks from now. We'll check the baby out one more time and then set up a date for your c-section. After you enter your ninth month we can get the baby out at any time. So we'll talk about that. That okay?"
"Sure thing. I can't wait to finally meet her in person."
"It's not too long now. See you in three weeks."
"See you."-Stiles and John greeted back as they walked out into the sun.
The day was beautiful and Stiles felt happy at the thought he would have a summer baby.
She would always have her birthday on a sunny day and the warmth would be like a safety blanket.
She would meet this new world when it was in the most beautiful coat it could wear and he was grateful for that.
Squinting against the sun he glanced at his dad.
"Olive ice-cream now?"
"Ugh I hoped you'd forget about that."-John whined and Stiles smirked.
"It's like you don't even know me old man."-he smiled as they walked the short distance to the ice-cream parlor missing the faint glint of red eyes gazing at them and sniffing the air hungrily.
Soft fingers were carding through the fur on the back of his neck.
The scent surrounding him was warm, sweet and so familiar it made him whine happily any lean into the touch as the last remains of the magic caused by the full moon left his tired body.
He didn't have to shift.
He could control himself.
But it made it easier.
It made him happier and more grounded.
And Stiles let him; encouraged him even.
Pleaded for him to shift and run and make his wolf happy, waiting for him in front of his house when he came back and staying by his side until he came back to him completely.
He had never felt safer than when he was with him.
And nothing had scared him more.
Stiles was human.
Stiles was breakable.
Stiles was fragile.
"DEREK! DEREK WAKE UP. COME ONE MAN WAKE UP."-there was someone screaming in his ear and he snapped up, wide awake as the last traces of Stiles' scent faded back into his dreams and away from his reality.
"What the hell Isaac? What is going on?"-he asked eyes blazing red and skin crawling with the anxiety that wafted from his second in command.
"Cora and I…we were running and…there was a smell…"
"What smell?"-he asked looking at his baby sister.
"I don't know what it was. It…it kind of smelled like an alpha but…"
"But?"
"There was something off about it. Like…there were almost no traces of a human scent. Like…like it was a pure wolf."-Isaac said and Derek's heart froze in his chest.
"Are you sure about this?"
"I…I think so…Derek what is it?"
"Take me to where you smelled it."
"Derek?"
"NOW ISAAC!"
The beta shrunk and scurried out of the room running through the woods while his alpha trailed after him fear emanating from his skin and into the air around them.
Derek ran as fast as he could praying to god it wasn't what he thought it was and thinking of nothing more but Stiles and how to find him and keep him safe if his prayers weren't answered.
"Alright Les. Bed time. Feet tucked in. Check. Pregnancy pillow adjusted to a position that should be comfortable for at least 20 minutes. Check. Window cracked open so your daddy doesn't suffocate to death. Check. Glass of water. Check. Aaaaand we're good to go."-Stiles rambled as he got settled into his bed finding a comfortable position for himself and his belly.
Sighing into the pillows he rested his head down staring at the small ultrasound photo he got that day.
"You've gotten pretty big baby girl. Daddy's really proud of you."-he caressed his baby bump softly smiling at the picture.
The soft breeze was whispering through the window making the hot night pleasantly chilly and he turned his face towards the coolness.
Just as Stiles closed his eyes and relaxed a pained, angry and desperate howl echoed around him and the baby kicked at his stomach wildly.
Jumping up in surprise he covered the trace of a small foot on the left side of his belly smiling sadly.
"I know baby girl. I miss him too. Your other daddy is a big, fat, okay maybe not fat because he's all like ripped and hot and…well you don't really need the details…but he's a big, broody idiot and he said some mean things. But…but I still miss him. Every single day."
Another faint kick and Stiles settled back into his sheets turning out the howls reverberating through the sleepy town.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite Les."-Stiles whispered interpreting the kick as "sleep tight daddy".
His baby was really chatty.
And polite too.
Best baby ever.
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