Seven years ago

Stiles sat on her the lid of her toilet holding a box she had had to drive two towns over to buy. She'd been on the pill since she was 16 and never once had she missed or been late for her period. It had been four, four, days since she was supposed to start and there had been nothing; no cramps, no headaches, no PMS, nada nothing zip zilch.

Wiping under her eyes she stood and got the test out of the box. After she peed on it she waited for about ten minutes until two litter pink lines showed up on the screen.

Holding her mouth she slid down the wall staring at the test silently, unable to say or do anything. She must've sat there for an hour until she heard her father come through the door and yell her name. Shocked out of her stupor she shoved the box to the very back of the bathroom cupboard and put the test in her pocket.

Her dad was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich when he saw her and said,

"Hey there kiddo. I saw Scott on my way home Something about 'pack' business." She rolled her eyes and said,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll go over to his house. You planning on eating that?" She looked at his sandwich, dripping with mustard and mayonnaise and roast beef. He made a face as she raised an eyebrow but sighed, handing her the sandwich and responding,

"Don't know where you put it all kid. I'll just eat some…salad…I guess." He said the word like it offended him as she ate the sandwich saying,

"You know me dad. Hollow leg and everything." And the whole 'eating for two' thing she had going on, but who cared?

Finishing her sandwich she made sure her dad ate his salad before she left, driving over to Scott's house. His was in his living room when she got there, and looked like he was in the middle of a Halo marathon from the wrappers and empty bottles scattered around him. Plopping down on the couch next to him she stretched saying,

"What's up? My dad said something about pack business?" The Sheriff had been on the werewolf loop ever since the beginning of junior year, when he almost sent Stiles to a private boarding school to keep her from getting in trouble so often. That had been a fun conversation to have with her dad and the Pack, and it nearly gave her father a heart attack. Scott paused his game and said,

"Yeah, Derek needs to know where you're going for college. We're all trying to stay around LA and I guess he just needs to know." Stiles made a face before responding,

"About that…I'm not leaving Scott. I'm applying to the community college." Scott jumped up saying,

"What!? Stiles, no way! You've always wanted to go to UCLA. What gives?" Wringing her hands nervously she stated,

"Scott, I can't leave my dad. He needs me to stay with him. If I'm not here to bug him about what he eats who will? His health isn't great and I'm not going to risk anything happening while I'm away at college." Shaking his head Scott sat down and said,

"Derek is not going to be happy about that. Not happy at all." Narrowing her eyes she snapped,

"Oh yeah? Well Derek can go fuck himself. I'm not a piece of property. He doesn't own me, and I sure as hell don't have to answer to him." Scott sighed and passed her a controller, letting her take her frustrations out on the video game and not pushing the issue any further.

When she got home a few hours later her dad was sleeping in his armchair, the TV playing quietly on a murder mystery show. Sighing softly she took the bag of potato chips from his lap and switched the TV off.

Walking up to her room she flipped her laptop open and googled 'pregnancy'. She was not thrilled with what she found. If anything the sites and pictures made her anxiety even worse. As she read an article her window slid open and she hurriedly shut down her tabs. Without turning she said sarcastically,

"You know, I have a front door that is perfectly functional." Isaac shrugged and flopped down on her bed saying,

"Well I didn't want to wake your dad up. And I needed to talk to you." Stiles sighed and held her forehead as she said,

"Look Isaac, as much as I love our talks I have a college essay to write." The werewolf snorted and held up his phone reading off a text message,

"'Stiles said she isn't going to LA with the pack. Community college. Frowny face frowny face'. Why did you tell Scott that you're staying here? And I want the real reason. I'm not dumb, and I know it's not because of your dad." She looked at him for a minute, silently cursing the day they became so close. Letting out a soft sigh she walked over and took his hands, placing them on her now flat stomach as she whispered,

"I'm pregnant Isaac. That's why I can't go to LA with you guys. I am pregnant with Derek's baby." Isaac looked up at her saying,

"What? Stiles how the Hell did this happen?" She sat down next to him and recounted the story saying,

"It was a few weeks ago. He came over for something; research I think. Somehow things got really heated, really fast. I was up against the wall and then we were making out and all of a sudden we were naked." He cut her off suddenly, eyes flashing and teeth lengthening as she snarled,

"Did he force you to have sex with him? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him!" She wrapped a hand around his wrist and said quietly,

"No Isaac. Everything was very consensual, I promise. And he was gentle with me too. Almost like he cared about me." Smiling ruefully she laughed saying,

"Cared about me. How stupid was I? He was gone before I was even asleep." The wolf next to her whined and said quietly,

"You need to tell him Stiles. He has a right to know that he's going to be a father. Maybe he'll change his mind and we'll all stay in Beacon Hills." She scoffed saying angrily,

"Come on Isaac. He doesn't want me. He's already made that perfectly clear, hasn't he?" Please don't tell him; I'll call and tell him, I promise." The werewolf nodded and lay back on her bed. Sighing she followed, curling into his arms and letting him hold her.

That was something that had rubbed off on her from the wolves. Whenever there was a werewolf in her room they needed to cuddle. Especially Isaac. He loved the pack and how close they all were, but he loved Stiles the most.

She had become his anchor, a motherly figure in his life, and whenever they weren't together it was almost like they had a telepathic connection.

Her father was used to seeing various werewolves in his house, mainly in Stiles' room, so it wasn't a surprise for him to see Isaac and Stiles spooning on her bed. Shaking his head at the two he pulled her blanket over them before he want to his own bed.

It wasn't until after the Pack had left in late August, around her one month marker that she decided to tell her father. He nearly fainted and had a heart attack all at once. When he finally came back to her the first thing he said, quietly as if he couldn't believe it, was,

"I'm gonna be a grandpa?" With tears in her eyes she smiled and said,

"Yeah dad. Future granddaughter or grandson in here." She smiled again, getting teary-eyed and the Sheriff hugged her tightly saying,

"Hey, hey there sugarpop. You know that I love you, at your best and your worst and everywhere in between. I'm happy Stiles, I'm really happy for you, and I promise I will babysit whenever I can." She laughed and wiped her eyes saying,

"Thanks dad. I was scared that you would be mad at me and freak out all over the place." The Sheriff shook his head and hugged her again saying,

"No Stiles, I could never be mad at you; not for something like this at least. I'm excited, and I can't wait to my new grandbaby. He stopped talking for a moment before continuing quietly,

"Can I ask who the father is?" She sighed and shook her head saying,

"I'll tell you eventually. I just know that it's going to upset you, and I don't want to upset you. Not today at least." He didn't push the issue again until the day before the baby was born and he asked her,

"So Isaac is coming in tonight?" She nodded happily and he pursed his lips continuing,

"Isaac is the only one who knows. He's the only one coming back for the baby. Is Isaac…?" Stiles shook her head furiously saying,

"Oh my God Dad no! Ew Isaac is my brother. Gross! Don't make me hurl, my gag reflex is really sensitive these days." The Sheriff shrugged but said no more on the subject.

Isaac came into town that night, beat up old pickup truck puttering loudly into the driveway. Stiles, nine months pregnant and counting, waddled out the front door and into his arms, sobbing with happiness. He laughed and smiled joking,

"Man, I know that you love me and all Stiles, but this is way too much." When he pulled away she was still crying but she said,

"I'm very high on pregnancy hormones right now Lahey. Don't mess with the emotional pregnant woman, unless you have a death wish." He smiled and shook the Sheriff's hands before following the two inside. Her father gestured to the table saying,

"Stiles had been cooking up a storm for two days straight. If you're not hungry just pretend you are." The werewolf waited for the Sheriff and Stiles to serve themselves before taking his own food as a courtesy of being invited into their home. After dinner the John cleaned up the plates and said to Isaac,

"I'm pretty sure you won't use it, but we made up the living room for you." The werewolf smiled but shook his head, following Stiles up the stairs to her room. It was a mess, with baby clothes and toys scattered all around the floor. Raising an eyebrow he said,

"Damn Stiles. Your room is a mess. You sure you're not having twins? Jesus, how do you expect one baby to wear all this shit?" She stuck her tongue out at him and carefully sat down on her bed and rubbed her stomach as she said,

"How about I get you pregnant and see how well you do? I'm under an assload of stress." The man sighed and shook his head before he kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her belly and asking,

"Do you know the sex yet?" Stiles shook her head saying,

"Nope. I wanted a surprise. Can you tell what it is?" He leaned forward and snuffled at her stomach for a moment until he nodded and started,

"Yeah it's gonna be a-" She smacked him lightly saying,

"Isaac! Surprise, remember?" He shook his head and smiled, crawling up onto her bed. Sighing she slowly leaned back with him, wincing as the baby kicked particularly hard. The werewolf nuzzled her and said quietly,

"Derek has been really hard on all of us lately. I think you should call him." She shook her head and said angrily,

"I've called him, texted him, Facebooked him, even emailed him. I've reached out in literally every way possible, short of getting on my car and driving to LA. If he doesn't want to talk to me then that is not my fault!" Isaac held up a hand and said soothingly,

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm not throwing blame around. I just think he's a lot more angry then he usually is and that you and this situation might, might, have something to do with it." She shrugged and sighed, turning to snuggle into the werewolf. He wrapped an arm around her, being careful of her large belly.

They were only asleep for a few hours, because the werewolf was woken up by a strangely pungent, musky odor that came out of nowhere. Glancing down he saw a wet stain on the mattress and felt Stiles seize up. Shaking her as gently as he could he said,

"Stiles! Stiles! Your water broke, come on and wake up." She was grimacing in pain and holding her stomach as she said,

"Go get my dad. He knows what to do." The werewolf woke up the older man, only just being able to point and say,

"Stiles…contractions…baby!" The Sheriff moved quickly, grabbing a suitcase and telling Isaac,

"I'm gonna get the car, help her down the stairs." They both worked quickly, and it seemed like no time had passed before Stiles was in a gown, holding her stomach as her contractions started coming faster and faster.

When the doctor deemed her dilated enough The Sheriff told Isaac to stay with her. He wasn't good with the room, not after seeing Stiles' own birth. The werewolf was glad for his healing ability, seeing as Stiles broke one of his fingers with her crushing grip as she pushed.

Her face was covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead as she pushed. The breathing exercises and classes she had paid all that money for were really pointless now, because how was she supposed to concentrate on breathing and staying calm when she was pushing a watermelon sized baby out a hole the size of a walnut!?

Finally, two hours after she had gotten to the hospital, at 3:08 in the morning on April 14 Lillian Rosalee Stilinski was born. She came into the world screaming her little lungs off and Isaac smiled, kissing Stiles on the forehead saying,

"Well she definitely has your lungs." Stiles laughed and held her arms out for the little pink bundle. Lily's face was all red and squashy, with a small shock of dark brown hair resting on her soft head. She yawned widely and opened her eyes to look at her mother and Stiles gasped. Looking up at her were two light gray eyes, completely identical to Derek's. She smiled with tears in her eyes, kissing the baby's forehead gently before holding her out to the werewolf.

Isaac accepted her from Stiles, who felt close to passing out and the nurses let the Sheriff in to meet his granddaughter. When the Sheriff held her for the first time he had tears in his own eyes until she opened hers and peered at him with a wide, questioning gaze.

Seeing her eyes, which were identical to the Alpha's, John sighed deeply and looked at Isaac with knowing eyes, but held the small bundle closer to his chest, only handing her off to the nurses when it was completely necessary.

Isaac sat with Stiles in her room as she dozed, accepting Lily from the nurse when she brought her back into the room. The nurses all thought he was the father which was why he was ever here, so he wasn't going to correct them.

Holding Lily close to his nose he sniffed her deeply, eyes mellowing to gold as his wolf sensed the newest member of his pack; the most vulnerable member. She was only a pup, but he could smell the wolf in her, wild and strong. It was only expected. Derek was an Alpha after all, and when Alpha's mated it was usually to reproduce. Lily wasn't an accident, or a chance. She had been biologically intended to be born.

She gurgled and looked up at him, a chubby hand hitting his face gently. She recognized the color in his eyes and she made a happy cooing noise as her own eyes bled to a bright blue.