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Chapter 7

Being eight and a half months pregnant is bad enough as it is, but Derek makes it even worse. Tonight is a full moon and Derek is antsy. I guess his animal instincts have kicked in or something because as I'm trying to sleep, he just keeps pacing the bedroom. It's rather annoying. "Derek! Enough! You're being annoying!" I yell at his silhouette at the foot of the bed. That's a pretty ballsy thing to do too. Not many people would try to piss off an Alpha werewolf on the night of a full moon, especially being almost nine months pregnant with twins. However, I trust Derek with my life, even when he is battling his werewolf form. Anyways, Derek stared me down with his piercing red eyes. I sighed and said, "Come here baby." I gestured him to walk towards me. He was hesitant for a second, but he walked towards me and sat on down. I turned towards him and moved to grab his hand. He pulled away for a moment, but I stopped him. I could tell he was nervous about touching me or even being near me in such an unpredictable state of mind. Through the haze in his red eyes, I could see Derek. The real Derek I fell in love with. I smiled softly and gently placed his claws on my large stomach just in time for him to feel one of the babies kick. I held his hand on my stomach and quickly fell into a deep sleep with the comfort of knowing he was right there next to me.

It felt like I was only asleep for a few minutes before I was woken up by an uncomfortable pain in my stomach. It was almost ten thirty, the moon was high, Derek was gone, and I knew the babies were coming soon. When the pain in my abdomen faded, I screamed Derek's name as loud as I could hoping he was in ear shot of me. All I heard was the echo of my own voice. Dragging my ass out of bed, I walked across the room to find my phone. The first number I called was Derek's. No answer. Then Isaac. No answer. Then Boyd, Erica, and Scott. Same thing. No answer. Then I called Stiles. "Hello?" He sounds groggy like he has been sleeping.

"Where's Derek?"

"I don't know." Stiles yawns loudly. "I've been sleeping."

"Stiles!" Then pain hits me again, and I cover my mouth to muffle the scream. My distress must have startled him because he now sounds fully awake. He frantically asked me what was wrong. When the pain went away again, I said, "Find everyone Stiles. The babies are coming. Tonight." I didn't give him a chance to answer. I automatically called Dr. Deaton. It didn't take too many words for him to figure out what was going on.

While I waited for Dr. Deaton, I paced around the living room of the recently rebuilt Hale house. I called Derek's phone every once in a while, but I was typically screaming at the top of my lung for him. After about ten minutes of labored breathing, pacing, and screaming I heard the front door open. "DEREK!"

"It's Deaton, Jazzlyn." Dr. Deaton then appeared in my living room with his medical case in hand. "How are you doing?"

"Oh well, you know. I'd be better if Derek was here though." I answer honestly sounding out of breath.

"I don't know if that is a good idea, Jazz. It is a full moon and…" Deaton tries to reason with me, but I don't want to hear it.

"Deaton. Derek will be here for the birth of our children. He wouldn't want to miss this. Plus, I trust him with my life. I know him. It'll be fine." I smile, but that is interrupted by the next contraction. "DEREK!" I shriek so loud, the whole town must have heard me.

"Make you feel better?" I smile at Deaton and shake my head yes. "Good. Let's start timing your contractions. Having werewolf babies can get real tricky so I want to be extra careful with you. I don't need Derek trying to kill me." Deaton laughs a little, but my attention is caught by the sound of tires pulling into the drive way.

Derek walks in looking like a hot mess. He is half shifted and covered in dirt and sweat. Then Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison flood the living room. The next half hour passes slowly, but finally, Deaton tells me it is time to go change and get ready to have the babies. The only problem? I have to get up the stairs. I'm up about three steps before a contraction stops me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Deaton and Derek look at each other. I guess Derek understood the unspoken words because he effortlessly picked me up and carried me to our bedroom. He is careful with the placement of his claws, but the contractions hurt too badly and I'm too focused on breathing that I don't even feel his arms around me.

"Go change into this and then we can check how dilated you are. Hopefully it is time to get started." I take the medical robe from Deaton. I don't have the energy to spare to ask him where he even got the stupid robe, and I'm not sure I want to k now.

As I lay on the bed, Dr. Deaton sets up his supplies. Between contractions, I watch Derek act strange outside the bedroom. He disappears and reappears from sight as he paces in front of the half closed bedroom door. I observed quietly. Derek was half shifted. His claws were out, his teeth were sharper than normal, his eyes glowed a brighter red, and his elongated ears were slightly twitching. Derek was also making these weird clicking noises. I guess Deaton saw my confusion because he let out a light laugh and began explaining what Derek was doing.

"It's his instincts kicking in, Jazzlyn. The animal inside him knows that this is a vulnerable time for you, his mate, and he will protect you with his life. The clicking is a form of communication. Not only is the clicking sending him signals about how you are doing, but it is also warning others to stay away. I wouldn't be surprised if Isaac was acting the same way downstairs. Oh, and you see that?" Deaton points to Derek leaning against the wall clutching his face and shaking his head. I shake my head yes, and Deaton continues. "That is the human side of him fighting the animal instincts. His human side is telling him to come in here, stand by you, and watch as his children are born." I interrupted with a short cry from a painful contraction. "The animal side is telling him to allow you to do your thing while he stands watch and kill anything that gets too close or pushes his buttons wrong. That's why I've got to be careful. If I do something wrong, he'll kill me before he even realizes what he's done." My eyes shoot to Deaton in worry. "No worries. This isn't my first rodeo. You should have seen Derek's father while his mother was giving birth to him and his sister. He was much worse. Anyway, you don't understand just how difficult it is for him to stay in control right now. The instincts he is fighting right now are stronger than the urges he has during a full moon, and with it being the night of a full moon, he is ten times more dangerous, irritable, and he is fighting harder than he ever has in his life. I think his father had it easier though. It was the night after a full moon that Laura was born so their father was pretty weak, and Derek was born a few days before a full moon. This shall be interesting." A few minutes of silence between Deaton and I passed before he told me to start pushing.

When I started pushing, Derek got even weirder. His clicking got louder, his ears perked up funny, and his pacing almost stopped. He stared at me with affectionate red eyes. The pain was constant, Deaton kept telling me to push, and Derek's clicking turned into white noise. The pain grew more intense and I vaguely heard Deaton say, "One more big push!" before I felt this sudden release in pressure. My hearing came back to me and over the loud, excessive werewolf chatter between Derek, Scott, and Isaac, I heard Dr. Deaton say, "Congratulations. You have a baby boy."

The contractions continued and they hurt like hell. That's when I remembered I still had another baby to deliver. Deaton disappeared to clean up and gather information on my baby boy while I waited for baby number two. I glanced at Derek, but I wasn't given too much down time. Baby number two was ready to be welcomed into this world. Deaton came back just in time too.

I was told to start pushing, but this time felt much different than the first time. I was pushing as hard as I could, but my body began to fail me. I felt myself going in and out of consciousness while I was pushing. I got light headed, and I just felt like I couldn't do it anymore. Things were going terribly wrong. I knew it. Deaton knew it. Derek knew it. This wasn't going in my favor. The only thing keeping me going was the motherly intuitions surging through my body. I heard, "Come on! Push! Hard! Last time!" I felt the release in pressure, I smiled, and then I let go. I passed out.

Third Person POV

Derek knew something was going terribly wrong with Jazzlyn. He clicked loudly and fought the animal within him hard. He walked into the bedroom just as Jazzlyn began fading away. Deaton yelled for Lydia and Allison, but they were already on their way. Isaac and Scott informed them what was going on. As soon as they walked into the room, Deaton handed over the beautiful newborn baby girl. Allison and Lydia took the baby to be cleaned up while Deaton got to work on trying to save Jazzlyn.

Isaac, Stiles, and Scott were standing outside the bedroom watching the mess unfold in front of them. Derek was now standing next to Jazz. Deaton began giving her chest compressions, but there wasn't much he could do for her. Derek, Isaac, and Scott all cringed at the sound of Jazzlyn's bones breaking under Deaton's hands. Lydia and Allison were crying. The boys were standing in silence. Derek listened intently for Jazzlyn's heartbeat and it revived for a several beats before it failed again. Deaton stepped back in defeat and said, "I-I can't do anything. There-There's nothing…" Derek wasn't taking that for an answer.

He grabbed Deaton by the shirt and said, "No! There has to be something."

The seconds ticked away, and Deaton responded, "There's only one thing."

Patience gone and time almost out of time, Derek almost yells, "What! What, Deaton!"

"Give her the bite." This stopped Derek's heart. "If you're going to do it, do it now!"

Derek didn't take another second of thought; he fully shifted and sunk his teeth into Jazzlyn's side. When he came back up, he was human again. The poor guy was in great pain and covered in sweat from the constant shifting, but he didn't care. The room was silent. Everyone was holding their breath waiting for something to happen. Panic filled the room as Jazzlyn's body started convulsing viciously. She looked like she was having a seizure as her whole body started shaking. The sight only caused the tears on Lydia and Allison's face increase. Derek held his breath to stop the sobs from escaping him.

Just as quickly as it began, it stopped. Jazzlyn's body relaxed, but her heartbeat didn't return. Derek lowered his lips to his loves hand and gently rubbed his forehead where he bit her. Saying he felt his heart breaking didn't begin to cover how he felt. Derek felt like he died on the bed with her. Jazzlyn was the reason he was a better person, the reason he woke up in the morning, the reason he fought the animal so hard, and the reason he felt true happiness. Regrets started to fill his mind. Every time he was awful towards her. Every time he disappeared without a word. Every mean word he screamed to her. Everything. It all came flooding back to him as he held his breath. He couldn't help but listen for her heartbeat, and every second of silence killed him a little more.

Stiles walked into the room and enveloped Lydia in his arms. They cried on each others shoulder. Scott held Allison close as she sobbed uncontrollably. The world stopped spinning for all of them at the moment, but Isaac was probably the most crushed out of everyone. The woman who lies dead on the bed is the person he considers his Mom. Jazz has a very special place in his heart, and he tries to stay strong as he walks up behind Derek. Tears fall down his face as he places his hand on Derek's shoulder, but Derek doesn't even notice.

Derek has tear streaked cheeks, and he is holding his breath to stop the loud sobs from escaping his lips. This is the first time he has cried since his parents died. The emotions coursing through his body is all too new to him.

Then something catches the werewolves hearing. An almost silent thump. It was weak, quiet, and no one believed their ears. Then it happened again. Thump. Derek, Isaac, and Scott all looked up. Their strange behavior caused the whole room to stand still. Thump. Thump. The sound got a little louder and a little stronger. Thump. Thump. Thump. It gets a faster and faster. Louder and louder. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Jazzlyn's heartbeat is returning. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her eyes shoot open in an almost scary manner. She is looking Derek dead in the eyes. To Derek's surprise, her eyes are glowing a vibrant green. The animal takes over and he shifts. Tonight is a full moon and he is ready to hold back the new werewolf. Derek doesn't understand what she does next though. She closes her eyes again, but when they open, they are back to their normal color. Derek's confusion is written all over his face.

"You sly girl." Dr. Deaton mumbles.

Jazzlyn opens her eyes groggily, and smiles to Derek. The sight of his werewolf form doesn't faze her any more. It probably never did bother her, but she is so use to it by now that it is actually a welcomed sight. Jazz then drifts off into a peaceful slumber. Her breathing mellows out and her heart rate becomes steady.

Dr. Deaton whips the tears from his cheeks and smiles. "Okay guys. I think we need to let her rest now. She's been through hell and back. Lydia, Allison, can you guys bring the babies? I'd like to finish examining them. Isaac. Why don't you stay with your Mom? Keep her company. As for the rest of you, let's go downstairs for now." Deaton rests his hand on Derek's shoulders and guides him out of the room.

Isaac stays behind with Jazz. He cries silently to himself out of pure joy that she is still alive. He makes promises to be a better person, to help out as often as he can, and not give her a hard time. Isaac holds her hand and gently talks to her about how scared he felt and how thankful he is that she didn't leave him alone.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group is downstairs gathering their feelings. Dr. Deaton is sitting on the couch taking a look at the newborns, and everyone is taking a turn holding the little bundles of joy. That's when Derek speaks up about his confusion. "What the hell just happened, Deaton? I don't understand."

"Well, Derek, I've only heard stories about green eyed werewolves. They are extremely rare, and no one knows too much about them. Honestly, I was only expecting red eyes. I figured her being your 'mate' was going to give her your power, but that didn't happen. It has been documented that the bite from a 'mate' will save the life and give equal power. However, I think 'mate' is the wrong word. It's more like the love connection. You and Jazzlyn are connected on a deeper level than you or I will ever understand, and that love is said to have more power than any medicine. Anyways, like I said, what I thought was going to happen, didn't happen." Deaton sums up his story, but that isn't good enough for Derek.

"Okay. Well, what did happen?"

"Like I said, I've only ever heard stories about green eyed werewolves, and since I know how you are, I'm just going to tell you them. From what I've read and heard, green eyed werewolves are very special. As I said, they are very rare. Almost non-existent. The odds of another green eyed werewolf being alive right now are about zero to one. Anyways, it is to be said that a green eyed werewolf is powerful. I mean much more powerful than any Alpha or any pack. They don't need a pack to be strong, and they supposedly don't even feed off another werewolf. If the stories are true, Jazzlyn won't have the werewolf urges you and the others have. She will be in complete control all the time and the full moon will be a joke to her. Wolfsbane shouldn't affect her either. It's actually going to be interesting to see what part of the stories are true. We actually have no way of knowing what she is capable of until she wakes up. Do you know how many people would have killed to be alive to meet a green eyed werewolf? I'm a lucky person. Anyways, I will also share with you a theory I read about several years ago. It is to be believed that not only will a green eyed werewolf be the strongest force to be messed with, they are also supposed to be extremely intelligent. Like being able to access their entire brain. Outsmart any opponent. Spectacular things. Just theories though."

Dr. Deaton wrapped up his story as Derek got to hold his babies for the first time. His big boy who looks just like him is in his right arm. Derek already knows he will train him hard if he turns out to be a werewolf, play football, and teach him everything he knows about the world. The boy he will love no matter what bad decisions he makes. This boy's name is Avery Taylor Hale. Then there is Derek's precious baby girl. The little girl that has already ran away with his heart. Derek smiles as he realizes she is going to be just like her mother, and he'll never be able to tell her no too. He will spoil his baby girl rotten and treat her like the princess she is. He will protect her at all costs, hate any boy she brings home, and always be an overbearing, overprotective father. He will annoy her and she will hate him the majority of the time, but Derek won't care. This sweetheart's name is Levi Kaytlyn Hale.

And for just a moment, everything is peaceful…

Authors Note: I realize I uploaded this all in one day. I've been working on this for months, and I've finally finished it. I swore I wouldn't upload another story until it was finished and that is exactly what I did. I'm very proud of myself, and I think this is the best story I've written thus far. I hope you've enjoyed it. Please feel free to review or message me your thoughts or whatever.