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Chapter 6

The last few months have dragged on and on. They were never going to end. A lot has actually happened, but I've been left out of all of it especially after Isaac opened his big, fat mouth. I'll get back to that though. Last week, it was official, Isaac Lahey was in my custody. Legally, he will never be my son, just my foster child, but to us, he is more than my son. This kid means everything to me. For reasons I can't quite understand, I have connected with him and feel the urge to protect him. I'm not the only one who feels it though. Isaac has confided in me and has bonded with me as much as I've bonded with him. Derek and the rest of the gang have taken notice to our relationship too. Erica told me it was real cute what I was doing, whatever the hell that means.

On a larger note, the beast problem has been solved. Turns out the creature was something called a Kanima. It was that Jackson who is always giving shit to Scott and Stiles. I don't even know what the hell happened there because Derek only told me, "things are taken care of." Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. I swear he is so frustrating. He never wants to tell me anything, and with everyone being so afraid of him, no one else will inform me of anything either. Anyways, the story I have gathered is that Jackson fixed his demons, is now a werewolf, and Lydia is now tangled a little more in this web of crazy. Not only that, but apparently, Scott has some elaborate plan to take down Gerard behind Derek's back (which pissed him off), and now Gerard is missing. I think Derek may have been forced to give Gerard the bite and that went south, but I'm just guessing there. Like I said, I'm told nothing!

The crew informed me of this mess the morning after it happened. I'm still disturbed by the fact that I was in my hotel peacefully sleeping while this madness was taking place in my town. That morning though, Isaac opened his fat mouth and told everyone something I wasn't ready to share. Damn him. Little did everyone know, but I was four months pregnant and Isaac just threw it out there like it was nothing. "Oh, hey, why didn't you tell us you were pregnant?" Yeah, that is exactly what he said too. I was mortified with him. After those words tumbled out of his mouth though, everyone began to connect the dots. Scott said something along the lines of he knew I smelled funny. Yeah, I didn't know how to take that either.

Derek was an interesting person to watch too. He paced around for a moment, babbling to himself in confusion. "You… We… How… But…" Was all I could make out during his rant. Then he got angry. He was pissed off that I didn't tell him. "Why didn't you tell me?! This is big fucking news that you kept from me! Why the hell didn't you… I can't believe you…" He started off making sense, but it went downhill from there. After his pissed off stage, he began the ecstatic phase. He walked over to me, picked me up with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye, and asked me, "Are you for real? Are you really preg-preg…"

He couldn't say the word. So I did it for him. "Yes, I'm pregnant! Now put me down!" He knows I hate when my feet aren't planted firmly on the ground. I hate being picked up by other people. Then the snowballing occurred.

Derek started rambling again. "How are we going to…Where are going to… Oh! Got it! Isaac, let's go." And they were gone…

Gone every day for the next three months. I stayed stuffed up in the hotel while they were out doing something. Don't ask me what because it was some huge secret that I wasn't allowed to know about. Everyone knew about it too. Isaac, Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, and Derek were all keeping some huge secret from me that I was not allowed to know about. It was freaking annoying on every level, but after all this time, today was the day that I was finally going to figure out what the hell the big secret was.

Derek picked up my fat ass from the hotel in his freshly washed Camaro. He was smiling a smile I'd never seen before. He opened the doors and acted very gentlemanly. He'd never been so nice in all of the time we've been together. When my ass was comfortably placed in the front seat, he tied a blindfold around my eyes. "Why the hell do I need to wear this? Come on Derek! Just tell me what the hell is going on. Please."

"No. This has been a secret for the past three months, and I'm not blowing it now. Be patient." Derek sounded all giddy. The door shut, another opened and closed, the engine roared to life, and the tires began to roll. The further down the road we got, the warmer my ass got. He had my seat warmer on. I was getting rather comfortable too.

"My seat warmer? How sweet of you honey." I commented.

"You've been talking about your back hurting lately so, I figured that would help ease the pain baby." He picked up my hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed his firmly and whispered, "I love you guys so much." I smiled. What I would give to see his face right now.

We drove on in silence from there, the only thing I could tell was that we went from pavement to gravel road. After that, the car came to a stop and Derek shut it off. He asked me if I was ready, but didn't give me a chance to answer. I was ushered out of the car and lead away. I was then abruptly stopped and told to stay still. Standing there in anticipation was the hardest thing for me to do, but eventually I was told to remove the blindfold.

The most beautiful sight in the world stood before me, and I wasn't talking about Derek this time. It was a house. The outside was painted pure white with black trimmings. It was two stories, located in the middle of the woods, and… It was… I gasped. "Derek. Your house… It's… beautiful." I looked around to see where he was, and he was standing off to the side with Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Allison, and Lydia. They were all beaming. "You guys did this? Oh my god…" I started crying as I stared at the house.

Derek moved towards me and grabbed my hand. He lead me towards the front door as he said, "When I found out you were pregnant, I didn't know where we were going to raise them. I didn't want them living in a half burnt down house or a hotel. So, I figured that raising them in the house I grew up in would mean a lot. It's the perfect location if they turn out to be werewolves and I also know I can protect them here."

"It's perfect. I can't believe you did all this." When we walked inside, I realized the way it looked now was probably how it looked a long time ago. The whole group followed us inside and the chatter began. Allison and Lydia picked the décor while the boys built the place. Apparently, Stiles' dad helped out too. I tuned out the chatter and just looked around. I was so happy. These people were my family, and they did all of this for me and the bundles of joy in my oven.

I wandered around the house and was impressed by how updated the house is. The kitchen has granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, white cabinets, and a beautiful backsplash. The living room has two brand new couches, an oversized television, a glass coffee table, and a large rug. The dining room has a large twelve person table, a rug that matched the living rooms rug, and a small chandelier. The bedrooms were homey feeling, but nothing impressed me as much as the nursery. The room was painted a pale green, with two cribs, a changing table, a rocking chair in the corner, a book shelf full of children's books, and cute baby toys everywhere.

"Do you like it?" I turned around and saw Derek leaning on the door jamb. He was looking at me hopeful. All I could do was smile and throw my arms around him. I couldn't form the right words to tell him how I felt about what he'd done for us.