So forgot to put this in earlier but, yeah better late than never. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed and followed. I'm about half way done with Ch.3 so I should be able to post it this weekend. It's being a pain though, so hopefully no hard feelings if it's a little late. Anyway, please enjoy the second part this M-Preg. Hopefully it goes over as well as the first.
Side note: This story is still currently unbeta-ed. If you would love to offer you beta-ing skills I would be much obliged. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of this Story. As much as I wished I owned Derek Hale, Sadly that is not in my reality. *sigh*
Stile woke up on Derek's couch. For a second, he had no idea how he'd gotten here. Then it all came rushing back. He sat up, pushing away the blanket that had been placed on him, looking around the newly rebuilt living room of Derek's newly rebuilt house. The work they, the pack, had put into this project over the summer had really paid off and Derek had spared no expense to make it really awesome. The living room was filled with plush furniture and homey little knick-knacks. He's even found a place for the horribly deformed ash tray that one of the betas had brought over. Stiles seriously suspected it was Boyd. It was probably something he had made as a kid in art class or something. Stiles smiled at the image of a little Boyd sitting in a room full of other kids clumsily crafting the little bowl.
Just as quickly the smile faltered, because there it was again, taking Stiles' thoughts full circle. Kids. Stiles buried his face in his hands, pulling his knees in closer to his body. How was this even possible? What was he going to do? Stiles was on the verge of a panic attack, when the couch bowed slightly and he felt a hand come around his shoulders. Stiles inhaled deeply, letting Derek's scent wash over him. He may not have been a wolf, but it did calm him down enough to finally pull his head out of his hands and look up at Derek. He really hoped he looked better then he felt. Going by the look on Derek's face, he probably didn't.
"Can you explain something to me?" he asked, his voice smaller than it had been in a while.
"What?" asked Derek in his usual gruff voice. His face was hard as he tried not to express any emotion, but stiles knew him too well and could see the worry shining in his eyes and making his brow crease slightly.
"Anything. Literally anything. I am at a complete loss here."
Derek's brow creased slightly more as he thought about exactly what he could tell Stiles. Stiles sighed, "How about you start with how Deaton even came to the conclusion I was p-pregnant." he stumbled over the word slightly as if saying it aloud made it somehow more true. He rushed on trying not to dwell too much on the fact. "I think I read somewhere that it takes like 5-6 weeks for doctors to detect a heartbeat or anything. Don't even ask me why I know that. I'm just always on Wikipedia and sometimes you just follow links and it takes you to strange corners of the internet so I kind of started by looking up things about trolls and I don't even know which link-" Derek's hand came up over Stiles' running mouth and Stiles finally looked up to meet his eyes only to find that he was smiling. A real smile that reached his eyes.
"Stiles calm down for a second. I was talking to Deaton about these things too. Though we don't know exactly how it will turn out, being as guys don't have to deal with this…kind of thing too often, but we think that this is going to be more like a werewolf's gestation than a human's."
Stiles gave Derek a questioning look, seeing as he couldn't say anything with Derek's hand still on his mouth and all, but Derek seemed to understand. What was a Werewolf's gestation like? Derek looked sheepish (or as sheepish as Derek could look) as a slight blush crossed his face moving his hand from Stiles' mouth to rub the back of his neck. "I seriously thought I was done with the sex talks when Erica went through her first heat." he grumbled, looking away from Stiles.
"You had to give Erica a werewolf sex talk. Ha, that's hilarious! I can't wait to-" Derek shot him a death glare "completely forget this part of the conversation ever happened and listen to what you have to say." Stiles finished quickly snapping his mouth shut. He also silently added 'Ask Erica about said talk at a later point' to his to-do list
"Anyway, as I was saying, a werewolf's gestation period is a lot shorter than a human's. It's about 12 weeks in all, closer to a wolf's. That's also how Deaton found out you were, well, you know. The heart beat was stronger and all." Derek looked even more shifty and uncomfortable as he tried to avoid eye contact with Stiles at any cost. Stiles being Stiles he didn't handle awkward situations well. Seriously, he had no tact what-so-ever. So, naturally, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. "So, what are we going to tell the rest of the pack?"
Basically, Stiles wanted to steer the conversation away from the whole baby thing and focus on something more familiar. The pack having to deal with another supernatural thing was as familiar as it could possibly get. Plus, he was kind of looking forward to the whole packs reaction when he said, 'Hey, guys guess what, we're having a baby!' Scott would die.
Of course, Derek had to go all sourwolf and ruin the delightful images in his head by saying, "The real question is what your father is going to say?" Stiles frowned, pulling out of his daydreams. Scott's shocked face turned into his dad's furious one. His dad knew about the whole supernatural thing and about Derek being a werewolf and considering that was all laid on him with a nice helping of 'Hey, I'm also Derek's mate' the sheriff had taken it all pretty well. (Meaning, that he'd only been grounded and under house arrest for about a month instead of buried in a grave in his back yard.) But this, this was way bigger than any of that.
"Yeah, so I'm dead." Stiles looked up at the burly mountain of muscles sitting on the couch next to him. Derek had a mixed expression on his face between thoughtful and worried. Stiles reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ok, let's handle this one thing at a time. First, we'll tell the pack. We'll see how they react and maybe Lydia will have some idea about how to deal with this. She's smart like that. Then, we'll tackle telling my dad." Derek let out a half hysteric burst of laughter earning him a strange look from Stiles.
"Since when did dealing with a pack of werewolves become less dangerous than dealing with your father?" Derek asked still laughing.
"Since this became my life." Stiles answered with a slight pout, but soon he was laughing too.
And that is how Scott and Allison find them. Collapsed in a pile of blankets and limbs and laughing at the seemingly impossible-ness of how their lives have turned out.
When Derek had reclaimed enough of his usual poker face to talk again, he instructed Scott to call everyone here for an emergency pack meeting and he refused to answer any questions until everyone was here. After placing the calls out to everyone, who promised they'd be there as soon as humanly (or in humanly in some cases) possible, Scott placed himself next to Stiles to wait for everyone. "So, what's going on?" Scott asked. "I heard from Isaac about the whole witch thing, but that was weeks ago. Is that why you smell funny?" Stiles pulled his eyes from where he was watching Derek pace across the room only to roll his eyes at Scott and shoot a hopeful expression at Allison to distract her love-sick puppy of a boyfriend. Thankfully, she got the hint and pulled him away to a conversation about the latest hunter treaty.
It was exactly twenty-three minutes after that that the rest of the pack had gathered. Derek had moved over to sit on the arm of the couch next to Stiles and everyone was looking at the two of them to say something, to explain why they were all called here. But now that they were all here, it was a lot harder to start.
Derek was the Alpha so technically he should have been the one to say something, but he also had the social graces of a slug. So, the job was left to Stiles, who had the social graces of a slightly friendlier slug. Should probably just get this over with, Stiles thought to himself, as he stood and the focus of the room shifted uncomfortable to him.
"Right, so, um, I'm sure you've all heard about the, ah, whole witch thing in the forest and we're pretty sure this is the whole cause of this thing, but with all the supernatural stuff going on, well no, it's got to be the whole forest witch thing. God I hate witches. Nothing against you Lydia , it's just witches in general and-"
"Will you please just get on with it?!" Erica huffed from where she was seated between Isaac and Boyd on the couch. He glanced quickly around the room to see the sentiment was shared that he should really just get to the point and so…
"I'm pregnant."
The initial reaction from everyone was, well, shock. After that they all morphed into different emotions ranging from disbelief (Scott) to adoration (Allison) and even some mild disgust (that one was Jackson ). Lydia was of course the first to speak.
Well. More laughing than speaking, but there was an undeniable "Are you kidding me?" suck in there somewhere. And, yeah, that kind of broke the mood. The tension kind of flowed out and everyone was smiling and laughing and congratulating and even Derek lost his sourwolf face for a moment and cracked a grin. There were a million and one questions, most of which they did not know the answer to. How had this happened? Is the Baby going to be a werewolf? Was it going to be a boy or girl? Did Stiles want twins? What were some names they'd picked out? Was there going to be a Baby Shower? (Lydia answered that one. Yes there most defiantly was.) And was there going to be food at said Baby Shower? (Shut up, Scott!)
They answered them to the best of their ability. Of course it was Scott who had to ask the one question that'd been avoiding because Scott is just that special little cupcake that does those kinds of things. "What do you think your dad is going to say?"
Stiles' good mood instantly deflates. "Yeah, about that guys, I really think this is something he best hear from us, so if you can keep it on the down low until I get a chance to talk to him it would be great." Stiles looked around the room for the confirmation that yes they could have this one seceret and not spill it to the entire world for a few days (because let's be real, It's amazing the whole world doesn't know werewolves exist at this point). Allison and Scott nod understandingly, Erika, Boyd, and Isaac all glance at Derek before giving their own sign of agreement and even Lydia gives an indifferent shrug. Jackson looks like he is about to say something but a low growl behind him makes him thing differently about that. God, sometimes it's great being the mate of an Alpha.
The rest of the night was just all of them hanging out. Derek made some killer BBQ chicken and Lydia and Allison never left his side talking about baby showers and names and all the other things apparently expecting mothers do. (I mean Stiles had already been jokingly referred to as the 'pack mom' even before he started going out with Derek, but this was taking that a step further than was needed.)
By the time everyone left it was so late it was almost early. Stiles shot off a text to his dad saying he was just going to stay at Derek's because it was really too late to be driving. He felt bad for bailing on his dad because for the past few days he hasn't spent much time with him and now he was going to have to drop this bomb shell on him, but Stiles really needed some time to talk to Derek about how exactly they were going to breach this subject. They climbed into bed, Derek wrapped his arm around him under the blanket and Stiles snuggled in closer so his back was pressed flush against Derek's broad chest.
"I think we should blame the witch." Stiles sighed, a slight exasperated tone to his voice. "I really don't want him to kill either of us." Derek just murmured sleepily into his shoulder so Stiles continued. "I mean what if he does get angry? What if he gets a heart attack? You know his heart is not so good anymore and I'm sure he's been skimping on his diet and I can't even imagine him not getting angry. Remember all that time he knew I was lying to him and he didn't trust me at all and then I finally told him the truth and he has just now started to trust me again and then I'm going to just throw this in his face. Oh god, what if he doesn't want me to keep the baby? What if he disowns me unless I get rid of it and-and…" Stiles' breathing was becoming more labored and he could feel the edge of a panic attack starting to creep up on him.
And then Derek, Derek was there. Looking into his eyes and rubbing intricate patterns on his stomach. "Stiles," he soothed in his deep, rough voice. "your father will not disown you. He loves you and even if he does get angry at you for a little bit, he will always love you." Then Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head and settled back down behind him, pulling him closer and still rubbing intricate patterns on his stomach. It was quite for a while before Stiles asked in a low voice. "You don't want me to give up the baby, do you?" Derek merely huffed out an annoyed breath and growled out, "I'm not dignifying that with a response. Go to bed you idiot." In his gruff Alpha voice and fell silent again. Stiles was still smiling when he drifted off to sleep in the arms of his Mate.
