So, third chapter already. Thank you all for the reviews. They have all been lovely. Be sure to tell me if there's a certian Pregnant!Stiles situation you'd like to see and I'll try my hardest to fit it in. Also, I would like to apoligize for the lack of quality in this week's post. It was homecoming and the person who usually gives my work a once over was a bit busy so yeah I'm sorry.
Disclaimer:I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. Just the plot of this story.
The blue jeep sat in the driveway of Stile's childhood home. Derek sat in the passenger seat and, for once, wasn't bleeding. Their lives weren't in any immediate danger and the town was in a relative state of peace. Hell, the sun was out and birds were still chirping and it was actually a decent temperature outside. So how could it possibly be that this was the worst day ever?
Derek looked over at Stiles with a look on his face that told him that they'd spent enough time avoiding the house and it was time to go in. Stiles knew this. His dad had been peeking out the curtain spastically for the past twenty minutes. Of course they'd just been sitting out there for a while longer so it made sense that his dad was starting to worry. He had to give credit to him for not just rushing out and for giving Stiles this much needed time to prepare.
A short nod to Derek signaled that he was ready. They made their way up to the porch and Stiles saw the curtain move one last time. His dad was probably rushing to the living room to appear casual, like he hadn't been spying on his son the entire time. Stiles' gloomy shell was almost cracked enough to break into a grin, but instead he just continued walking. He hesitated slightly at the door, but a firm hand on his back pushed him forward. He reached out, opening the door at a snail's pace, but eventually it was time to face the music.
And of course he stumbled over the first beat.
Seriously, the first thing out of his father's mouth was "Where did you hide the body?" And, well, yes that was just his life now. That his dad's first assumption is that he killed someone… and he was with that. His father's face was hard-set and serious.
"Dad, There's no body." Stiles said trying to find some semi-balance of normal in his life. "Really, how is this my life?" he asked, more to himself than anyone else, before walking past the sheriff and plopping down on the couch in the living room. Derek followed quickly behind, still not saying anything and nothing betrayed on his stone carved face. He seated himself on the cushion next to Stiles and his dad opted for his favorite chair a little bit over.
"So I don't have to cover up a weird string of murders that seem to have no connection to the Hale house again?" his dad asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow in Derek's direction.
"Not that I know of." It was the first thing that he had said since they got there.
"Right, so why were you sitting in the driveway for the past hour and a half?"
Stiles shifted uncomfortably, which was a bad move because his dad's attention zeroed in on him like the fucking Eye of Sauron or something. He didn't do anything but stare at him but it was like that gaze could reach right into his soul and find his darkest secrets.
"Yeah, so no one is dead, but there is some supernatural stuff that's been going on." Stiles sighed, bracing himself for whatever reaction was coming his way. "So, remember the other night, right after I got back and I came home late because we were all hanging out and catching up and stuff?"
His father just nodded so he took that as his cue to continue.
"Well, the reason we were out so late is because before that we had been gallivanting through the forest hunting some witches and that had taken a really long time. And when we finally found her, it turned out to be a them and they were trying to do… well, something to Isaac and so Derek ripped her throat out… with his teeth. So I guess there is someone dead, but nothing that you have to worry about. And it was really cool and you should have seen it. Anyway," Stiles continued with his story from the getting thrown into a tree to when he had finally gone to go see Deaton, all the while searching his Dad's face for any sort of reaction. There wasn't really any, just a slight nod now and then when he faltered, encouraging him to get to the point. A point which Stiles was literally talking circles around, wasting as much time as possible before getting to it.
Finally his dad had had enough. "Will you just get to the point already?"
Stiles sighed because yeah it was now or never. "Dad, when I went to Deaton's he found something. He says I'm pr-"
There was a sudden knock at the door. His Dad held up a hand halting Stiles' speech mid-scentance. "Hold up, let me get this." He said as he stood up making his way to the door, but Stiles was on the verge of spilling everything and it's hard enough to stop him when he's just spewing the normal drabble of words let alone when what he's saying actually has weight. "No, Dad, I really need to tell you-"
"Not right now. Who knows who's at the door, just-" The Sheriff was saying at the same time.
"No, Mr. Stilinski, don't open-" The fact that Derek spoke at all worried him since he'd been perfectly fine so far letting Stiles do all the talking, but the expression he wore, a mix of wanting to turn tail and hide and maim whomever was at the door, was really worrisome to Stiles.
Not as worrisome, he found out, as what was actually on the other side of the door. The first thing they saw were a bunch of pastel pink and blue helium balloons and a bunch of flowers and signs with sayings ranging from 'congrats' to 'you're having a baby!' In between, stiles could just make out the faces of his 'friends' as they screamed "Surprise!" His dad just turned and looked at him with a shocking blankness and an "Um, Stiles?"
Stiles grinned sheepishly, a blush creeping up onto his face. "Yeah, as I was trying to say before THIS, Dad, Deaton says I'm pregnant. Apparently Derek and I are having a baby. Congrats, grandpa." Stiles gave a light punch on his dad's shoulder because this was Stiles and he just loves poking at the sleeping bear.
"Yeah, we're here for a baby shower," called Scott's voice from among the horrid amount of balloons and flowers. Stiles just shot a glare in its general direction before turning back to his dad. "I honestly didn't plan on this. I'm so sorry, I'll send them away. I'm sorry." He repeated as he started to shove them back out the door.
To his surprise, he his dad just started laughing. Stiles turned around to Derek with pure horror on his face. What did his dad find funny exactly? Stiles actually started to get angry. "What part of this is so funny?!"
"Your pranks just keep getting better and better. I've got to hand it to you. You even got the pack in on it." The sheriff was laughing so hard at this point he was almost doubled over.
Stiles stopped his struggle with the ever changing mass of balloons and walked over to his dad. "Dad this isn't a joke. I'm not kidding. There is an actual living, growing being inside me right at this moment."
His dad looked up at him, sobering a little. "That's not actually possible," he said.
"Heh, yeah, well neither is my life, but hey."
His dad's brow furrowed a bit, which was a relief because at least he was sort of taking this seriously now. "So, no joke? This is actually a thing that is happening? There's no anti-spell or anything?
"Nope." Stiles says simply because he honestly hadn't even thought to look for one.
The sheriff looked deep in thought for a long while before he sighed and straightened completely. A quick nod and he turned away towards the dining room and bee-lined for the liquor cabinet. He pulled out two glasses and filled both, one more than the other. Taking the fuller one, he pushed the second glass towards Derek. "I guess congrats." And he downed the entire glass.
This was not one of the options. Stiles had gone through everything from happy congratulations (not too likely) to completely being disowned and a bunch of yelling (much more likely), but this, the whole calm acceptance was not one of the options.
"Dad," Stiles said slowly moving the bottle a little farther out of his father's reach. "What are you doing? Why aren't you yelling or getting angry or telling me that this is a bad mistake or at least giving me a lecture about the proper care of a child? Or how I'm totally not ready for this? Seriously, anything." Stiles was almost pleading for a punishment of some sort. This whole quiet acceptance thing was just too unlike him. But instead of yelling at him, his dad just smiled.
"Son, I don't need to do any of that. Honestly, I'm really surprised because I'd written off having grandkids after I saw how you were with Derek, but this, this is…. Wonderful? Shocking and weird and impossible and unexpected and wonderful. As for a mistake, I don't think so. I could not think of a better pair to raise a kid. You are going to make a wonderful parent and I want you to know I will always be here if you need help." He pulled Stiles into a big hug. "I am very happy for you."
Stiles could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Wow, dad, that's just, wow, I didn't th-"
"That being said you are on complete Probationary Lock-Down. I can't believe that you would tell the entire pack before you told your own father. I thought we were over this whole not telling me things after you came out to me about the supernatural thing. Especially right after we'd started rebuilding this trust and you go and hide something like this from me?"
Stiles was a bit shocked at the sudden burst of restrained anger. "Well, I wasn't actually hiding anything I was just told yest-"
"No. No more excuses. You never hide anything from me again. I never want to be the last to know about something. Especially when it's something this big. Do you understand?"
Stiles nodded. The sheriff echoed the nod and took a step forward, closing the gap between them, and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you, dad." Stiles whispered as he tightened his own grip on his father.
As they pulled away, Lydia cleared her throat from where she was standing in the door frame. "If it's still ok with you Mr. Stilinsky, we've already set up for the shower." Lydia wore a big grin like she knew that his dad (read: anyone) could say no to her. Over her shoulder Stiles could see that they really had set up an entire party in their living room. Stiles wondered vaguely how she did it so fast, but this was Lydia so yeah not much mystery there. Magic was involved before any of this ever started. Stiles shot a glance over at his dad, trying to gauge his reaction.
The sheriff only nodded again. As Lydia left the room his dad moved to follow her into the living room. He didn't miss the fact that he grabbed the amber bottle off the table as he passed or the less subtle way he got into Derek's face and said, "And you. I'll be watching you. I still blame you for knocking up my son." A strange look passed over his face as if he realized exactly what he said before he added. "Yeah, that is still a pretty weird concept to get used to." Then he moved on into the living room leaving Stiles and Derek to stand there giving each other equally strained looks.
"So, I guess we should get in there." Stiles sighed before taking a step towards the sounds of music that had started drifting from the other room. Derek caught his arm before he could move any closer. Derek just pulled him into a hug that made all the tension he hadn't known he was holding in just release from his body. "I think you did really well today. I'm proud you faced your dad and, and don't worry, everything will turn out fine. I promise. I'll be here for you," Derek said holding him close.
Because, yeah, sometimes Derek has these moments that he says the perfect thing and Stiles falls in love with him all over again. Stiles pulled out of the hug just enough to tilt his head up towards Derek's and steal a kiss. "Come on Romeo, we don't want to be late to our own party, now do we?" Derek just pulled back a little more, keeping one arm wrapped around his waist, and they walked in.
The party was amazing. Of course it was, Lydia had planned the whole thing. The playlist was a mix of fun upbeat songs and songs that just made him want to cry. (God, Stiles hoped hormones didn't affect guys the same way they affected girls. He'd seen some pregnant women and no, just no.) The food was great because Allison and Erica had made it and there were way too many balloons because that had been Scott's job. Even the gifts (and how they got gifts already, stiles had no idea) had a theme. Everything had to do with wolves. Blankets with wolves, stuffed wolves, even a crib with a wolf carved into the top. By far his favorite thing given to him was the little red hoodie given to him by Ms. McCall whom had turned up an hour or so after they had gotten started (because of course Scott couldn't keep a secret for one night, but Stiles really couldn't be mad because Melissa was just smiling and laughing and hugging and just overly glad for them.)
But of course the night wasn't truly perfect. Every time he looked over at his dad, the glass he was carrying never seemed to get any emptier, but he could tell his dad had been drinking quite a lot. Stiles tried hiding the bottle, but his dad always seemed to find it when he wasn't watching. He tried talking to his dad, but all he got was a "I'm really happy for you," before he wandered off to some other place. Stiles was getting exasperated and he didn't know what to do. He wanted his dad to be happy for them and be a part of everything that was going on. Ever since Stiles had told his dad about all the supernatural stuff that was going on, his dad had had trouble dealing with the facts. At first he was really over-protective, but he got better over time and even came to accept the fact that Stiles was a part of their team and they needed him. That was also around the time Stiles had come out to his dad about being Bi-sexual and his 'thing' with Derek, so that might have played a role. The point was, Stiles had honestly thought that his dad had come to accepr this part of his life and all the crazy shit that came with it, but it seemed now that he'd managed to find the one thing his dad couldn't come to terms with. Derek had sensed his unease and, after he'd finally gotten Stiles to tell him what was wrong, had told him to just give him time and that this was a big deal and he would need time to come to terms with it. The night seemed to drag on and go by far too quickly all at the same time. Before he knew it the party was over and everyone had left leaving Derek, Stiles, and his dad to clean up the mess. Even after Stiles had urged his dad to go get some sleep and that they'd get this all cleaned up, his dad had insisted on helping . The evening passed in a relative silence that none of them felt like breaking. They were almost done when his dad finally spoke up. "Stiles why don't you go finish the dishes. Derek And I can finish up in here." The tone in his father's voice gave no room for arguing, but Stiles still looked over at Derek silently asking if it was ok. Derek nodded a simple yes and Stiles left the two alone.
It didn't take long to do the dishes, so Stiles ended up cleaning the entire kitchen up to the point where he was actually sorting through the silverware when Derek and his father finally came in. Some of the agitation that had been present on his father's face had been erased and Stiles was glad for that. Derek even looked slightly better for wear after their talk, a not quite smile brightening his face even. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. Stiles nodded and looked over to his dad.
"Thanks." It was simple as partings went, but he hoped that it projected all he was really thankful for. The fact that he hadn't gone overboard when Stiles had laid all this on him, for putting up with all the crap over the years, for everything. Stiles was just really thankful that his dad was his dad and that would never actually change. He brought his dad into a familiar hug.
When they parted, his dad gave one nod and stepped back before clapping him on the shoulder and giving him a genuine smile. "Keep me updated. I'll see you later."
Later on, after they had gotten back to Derek's hose and were getting ready for bed, Stiles' curiosity couldn't be subdued anymore. "So, are you gonna tell me what you and my dad talked about?"
Derek actually looked genuinely stunned. "Wow," he said "that took you a lot longer than I thought. I seriously thought you were going to bombard me with questions back in the car."
Stiles just pushed him playfully on the shoulder. "No really, come on, what did you talk about?"
"Mostly he was just worried if I was serious enough about all of this and about you and that I would be sure to make sure that the kid was going to be taken care of."
"And what did you tell him?" Stiles inquired, climbing into bed and snuggling in close to Derek.
"I told him," Derek declared, "that family was the most important thing to me and that I would do anything and everything I could to make you both really happy."
"How did I get so lucky?" Stiles asked, punctuating his remark with a kiss.
"And then I agreed to go to a weekly dinner at your father's house so we could keep him updated on everything that is happening starting tomorrow," Derek revealed.
"Right, Of course you did," Stile said forlornly, but it was ok because Stiles really didn't mind at all. He just cuddled up next to Derek and fell asleep.
Also in case anyone would like to know, I did start a new story as well. It is also a Sterek. It is titled Letting Go of What You Never Had. Just in case you might like to read it.