Hey guys! Chapter Seven is finally here! Sorry for the wait guys! :/ Hope you like it!
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Chapter Seven: Danny and Wolfy Jr.
Stiles sat on the couch watching Transformers for the third time that day, a blanket covered him and a hand lay protectively over his stomach, his thumb gently caressing his skin under his shirt.
It was the first time in days that Stiles was alone; the pack had been smothering him for the past week and Stiles was sick of it.
A week without Derek was hard and painful but he never let the pack truly see how devastated he was inside. He didn't want them to worry which is why he was more than overjoyed to have the day to himself and be allowed to throw himself the pity party he needed.
He sniffled again, not bothering to wipe his wet cheeks anymore; it was pointless to keep wiping away the never ending stream of water. His nose seemed to have taken a permanent red hue to it and his eyes were red-rimmed and swollen.
"Don't worry Wolf Jr. we'll be okay without Papa…"
The doorbell rang and Stiles groaned in annoyance. Who the hell could be ringing the doorbell? The pack was at school—Stiles had been skipping school the last week giving his father the excuse that he was sick—and everyone knew his dad worked during the day.
Throwing the blanket off of him, he made his way to the door. "Who is it?" he yelled; hope bubbling in his chest that maybe Derek had come back.
"It's Danny." Stiles frowned, hope gone. Danny had returned to Beacon Hills from his trip yesterday but he was supposed to be at school right now. What the hell was he doing here?
Stiles opened the door to reveal Danny, his arms crossed over his chest, looking a little more than shaken up. However, once Danny caught a look of Stiles, his brown eyes widened and his shocked eyes turned into an expression of worry.
Damn…Stiles had forgotten how bad he must have looked.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school." Stiles stepped aside to let the other male enter the house.
Danny let out a sigh as Stiles closed the door gently behind him, "I know, Stiles. I know about the pack; Jackson shifted today in the locker room. He and Scott got into an argument over something and he shifted. They explained some of it but they thought it was best for me to come to you. I guess I took it too calmly and they are waiting for me to freak out."
Stiles let out a rush of air. Guess the wolf's out of the bag now, he thought. He was going to speak but a bout of nausea had him scampering for the bathroom in his room, groans of disgust coming from him as he threw up his small lunch.
He flushed he toilet, leaning against the cool wall with a grunt. "Ugh…this is your fault Wolfy Jr." He got up and washed his mouth out, ignoring his swirling stomach.
"Wolfy Jr.?" Stiles jumped…he really needed to quit talking to so loudly.
"I-I-I um…well…" Stiles clamped his mouth shut at Danny's facial expression. Danny wanted the truth. "Yeah, Wolfy Jr." He brushed passed Danny and sat on his bed, his head entombed in his hands. The brunette felt the bed dip next to him but didn't acknowledge the movement.
"So you're pregnant…how?"
"Apparently, it's a rare occurrence that happens between alphas and their male mates. Derek is the alpha of the pack, I'm his mate and I'm Stiles so I get pregnant."
"But Derek left? Jackson said he left about a week ago."
Stiles nodded stiffly, lifting his head to look at Danny. He bit his lip to the point of almost drawing blood. He didn't want to cry in front of Danny.
Danny stared at him. He had met Derek on more than one occasion, after the initial meeting when he was introduced to the man as Miguel. He had seen the way Stiles and Derek interacted, the love was plain to see so Danny couldn't fathom what could have possessed Derek to leave Stiles in his time of need. The boy was freaking pregnant for God's sake!
"Did he say why he was leaving? Did he say anything at all? Did he know?" The blatant look of distress on Stiles' face gave Danny his answer. Derek had known and he had fled. Bastard.
Stiles couldn't hold it in anymore and his body violently quaked under the force of his sobs. "I-Is it m-my fault? I didn't mean t-to get pregnant…I-I-I didn't even k-know it was possible…" Stiles managed to get out amidst his cry. He allowed Danny to hug him tightly as he drenched the goalie's shirt with bitter tears.
After that day, Danny had made it his responsibility to look after Stiles; he became super protective of him.
When they were at school Danny would follow Stiles around making sure he was okay. During lunch, he made sure Stiles always ate something and at lacrosse practice Danny, Jackson and Scott took it upon themselves to threaten the whole team into not hurting Stiles by any means.
Stiles hadn't appreciated that but he let it slide.
What Stiles did appreciate was the way Danny was behaving. He was a constant support system but he didn't smother Stiles the way the pack did at times. It wasn't that Stiles didn't like spending time with the gang but sometimes between the girls' constant obsessing over the baby and Scott and Jackson's uneasiness it drove him nuts.
They constantly surrounded him almost as if expecting him to break down in front of them. It had been two weeks since Derek's departure and Stiles had yet to show his pack the extent of his pain; he wouldn't show them. After Derek left, Stiles had been made the Alpha. They listened to him and Stiles thought it made sense since he had been Derek's mate. That was exactly why he didn't want to show his pain; he needed to be strong for his pack who were also mourning their alpha's absence. The only one who saw him at his worst was Danny. Scott had never seen him cry over Derek since the first night. Stiles vowed to keep it that way.
At the moment, Stiles grabbed his keys off of the table, and left a note for his dad in their wake.
He opened the door and almost walked into Danny who had a hand raised ready to knock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Danny! You scared the crap out of me!" Stiles exclaimed as he tried to regain his balance.
Danny smiled guiltily, "Sorry, I didn't mean to." He paused slightly, shifting his weight to one foot, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go with me to the movies and made have dinner afterwards but you're obviously headed somewhere. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. Deaton wants to give me a 12 week ultrasound. You know, make sure Wolfy Jr. is alright," Stiles said as he closed the door behind him. He looked at Danny and saw the conflicted look in the brown orbs. "Do you want to come with me?"
Danny smiled widely and followed Stiles to the baby blue Jeep.
"Nervous much?" Danny asked observing Stiles' continuously bouncing leg and fiddling hands.
"That obvious huh?" Stiles chuckled dryly as he tried to stop his hands from moving but it was a pointless effort.
Danny nodded and grabbed a hold of Stiles' shaking hand. The brunette gripped the larger hand tightly, glad for the comfort. His brown eyes scanned the vet's examination room and he licked his dry lips, "Who would have thought I would be pregnant and getting an ultrasound done by a vet?"
"The same person who thought all of my friends should be part of a werewolf pack and one of my male friends should carry a baby," Danny retorted, smiling when Stiles let out a small chuckle.
"Who's this?" Deaton asked as he hauled in a large machine into the private room he had prepared specifically for Stiles.
"He's Danny, a new pack member." Stiles waved over to Danny.
Deaton regarded the teenager and eye-balled their linked hands, he internally frowned. If Derek decided to come back and reclaim his position as alpha, the apparent new relationship could cause problems for the pack.
But it wasn't any of his business anyway. He wasn't a member of that pack and as far as he was concerned Derek should have never left so any problems that could arise would be his fault.
"Well, nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Deaton." He offered the younger male his hand and shook it firmly. "Let's get started shall we?" He turned and smiled widely at Stiles.
Stiles was still in a daze as Danny led him into the living room. The ultrasound had been a success. Deaton confirmed that he was about twelve weeks and that the baby seemed to be perfectly fine. The vet had told him that his nausea should start to go away—something Stiles was grateful for—and that he would start to show soon. That was worrisome for the brunette because it meant he had to tell his father and once he was showing he wasn't sure how he would be able to go to school.
He would have time to reflect on those issues later, right now Stiles was still in shock. He had seen his baby for the first time and that image had awakened a torment of emotions. He was overjoyed and excited when he saw the little blob inside him; it didn't even look like a baby. But that flood of happiness was overshadowed by the agony that Derek had not been there to share such a moment with him.
Once he was sure Stiles would be okay without him, Danny left the room to go fetch a glass of water; he had to admit he was a little worried. He had never seen Stiles so quiet.
As Danny made his way back to the living, a cool glass of water in his hand, he hear light sniffling and sighed. There was the breakdown he was expecting.
He sat down next to the teen, placing the glass on the table and with an understanding look, placed his arm around the kid's shoulder, pulling him close. Stiles desperately clutched onto Danny's shirt, Derek's name falling from his lips like a broken mantra.
Danny hated seeing the normally bright and happy Stiles being reduced to a crying mess. It wasn't right.
When Stiles started to pull away from the embrace, Danny released him. The goalie's eyes amplified in shock when a pair of chapped lips were pressed firmly against his, trying to coax his mouth to respond, and a warm weight climbed onto his lap. Danny grabbed Stiles' shoulders determinedly and pushed him away.
"Stiles stop. You're emotional right now; you're not thinking straight."
Stiles shook his head furiously, the tear tracks on his cheeks glinting as they caught the light and a droplet of a tear landed on Danny's tanned cheek. The brunette tried to kiss Danny again but the elder leaned away.
"Please…" Stiles let out a pathetic whimper, his lip trembling under the weight of his emotions.
Danny looked at him, eyes locked onto the vulnerability and pain plainly seen in the brown orbs.
"Please," Stiles begged again, hand fisting Danny's light colored t-shirt. He moved one of Danny's larger hands to grasp his upper thigh and the other to cup his cheek.
Danny caved.
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