Things to remember:
A) I own all characters who you have never heard of.
B) I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf
C) This is the main fic of my Teen Wolf headcanon. Of Dens, Litters, and Heats is the spin off/make me happy sidestory companion to it.
D) I have done research about actual wolves. If the characters are a little ooc, I apologize, but it is my way of trying to combine their personalities and wolf instincts.
E) This story is range from January 2012 - May 2021(I think)
F) I ignore season 3 part 2. So, Allison is alive, Aiden is alive.
G) I also ignore that Derek lost his alpha status. According to what Peter said, he 'MAY' have to give up his alpha status. So I took that loophole and went with it.
H) THERE WILL BE SLASH. Maybe not the under the sheets kind, because I can't write a sex scene, but there will be slash.
I) I am cool with prompts. If you want to see some conversation or situation between characters, I will try my best to make it happen. Goddess knows I'll need some help with little filler scenes
More relevant info to this chapter: My babies are having their first baby! I'm so very, very happy about this. This little chapter covers the tail end of December. It also addresses a few of the questions that I have received about Stiles' pregnancy. Next chapter will cover January all the way up to the birth (maybe including the birth, I'm not sure yet). My house doesn't have AC at the moment; so unfortunately, my muse has rebelled and refused to work with me. This chapter is shorter than I wanted, and I'm so sorry about that everyone. Pregnant sex next chapter? Suggestions?
Rough outline of this/next chapter, in case anyone is wondering:
This one: December 2013
Next one: January – February 2014
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December 23rd, 2013
Even though most classes had been cut because of the holiday season, Derek Hale refused to let his students slack because of cultural implied family obligations. He didn't stop them from traveling or anything like that; rather, anyone that wanted to come to the class and work out the stress of the holidays was more than welcome to.
After the last few days of a hormonal spouse, Derek certainly needed the occasional sparing session.
Derek watched his class work themselves out, even as his mind was making a mental checklist of what he and Ethan had to pick up on their way home from work. With his children being born in a little over a month, Stiles and Lydia were in a nursery planning frenzy. Stiles' first semester in full swing, the progress was made in increments where his spouse was awake or not puking his guts out.
Or making faces because of Lydia's perfume or his after-shave.
Derek wondered if his mother's pregnancy with Cora had been this bad.
Thankfully, the semester had ended for the college pack members. Derek felt better about leaving his mate at home. Not only would he be protected, but he also could work out his frustrations and hormones on them before Derek returned home. It also allowed him to make the difficult decisions that Stiles would disagree with at first, without having to fight with him.
Like the surprise he had for him when he got home tonight.
Derek was 99.99% certain that he was going to be sleeping on the couch tonight.
"What in this hell is this?" Stiles asked, hands on his hips as he glared at the huge, black vehicle in front of him. Behind him, Scott winced. Stiles could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to be, and that no-nonsense tone indicated that he really, really wanted to be this week. Derek gave him his best, innocent smile, as he approached him, hands up in surrender.
"Just a little something to help me sleep at night, Stiles. Why don't you give her a spin?" He asked, offering his mate the keys. Stiles' brown eyes narrowed as he glared at Derek.
"No. I don't want it. Take it back. My jeep will work just fine, or I can take the van." He said, crossing his arms. Derek withheld a sigh, a headache forming because of the impending argument.
"Your jeep isn't safe for you to drive while pregnant, Stiles. And the van isn't exactly new." He pointed out. Stiles shrugged, standing his ground.
"I'm almost out of my first trimester, Derek. Hell, I'm not even showing. And I haven't driven the jeep since we returned home. I take the van. Also, nine times out of ten I'm in your Camaro." He scowled. Derek approached him, winding his arms around his waist.
"Then take it for me. I'll feel better if you're driving it." He tried. "I like to know that my babies won't be jostled because of morons on the road." Stiles glared.
"I'm a full grown adult who also happens to be a werewolf. Our unborn children are two inches long at best." He huffed, unimpressed. Derek sighed, taking his hands. He pressed their foreheads together, widening his eyes and sticking out his bottom lip.
"Please, babe?" He asked. "Just give it a try? For a week? I don't know what I would do if some drunk somewhere hurt you." Derek's voice wavered a bit at the thought. It caused Stiles' heart to clench painfully in response to his mate's distress.
Stiles felt himself caving. Between the pout on his mate's lips to the sincerity in his voice, he was starting to feel like a dick. Derek wasn't trying to baby him. He was just trying to protect him in every way that he could, as his instincts dictated. Stiles' inner wolf was pleased by this, happy to accept the extravagant gift. But his pride as a man wasn't too happy about it. He sighed, squeezing their hands.
"Only while I'm pregnant." He agreed, brushing their lips together. "And you have to take care of the gas and maintenance." Suddenly he was engulfed in a tight hug.
"Thank you, Stiles. I love you." Derek whispered. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
Derek hadn't really asked for much in their relationship. After the incident with the Darach, he had tried to be as courteous as he could possibly be. When they became mated, his instincts demanded that he worship Stiles. It was about time that Stiles started to give back. It was time that he started accepting his gifts and returning them.
"You're welcome, baby. Do you want your favorite for dinner tonight?" He asked as he pulled back. When his favorite smile crossed Derek's face, Stiles knew that this was a good start.
"Yeah, that'd be great." He agreed happily, breaking their embrace. He kept his hand on Stiles' lower back as he led him inside, nodding at Scott as they walked past. Stiles placed a hand on his stomach, hoping that their baby got that smile.
Scott remained outside for a few minutes, taking in the argument that he had just witnessed. If they all remained as tame that that, his life was going to be pretty dull.
December 24th
When Stiles and Derek had returned from their…vacation, John had received a text message from Scott. When they appeared on his doorstep the next morning, he knew.
He was going to be a grandfather.
His 19 year old son was going to be a father (mother?).
And so as he watched his son, Scott, and Lydia decorate the Christmas tree in his living room, he was trying to imagine next year when a little toddler or two were trying to pull off the ornaments. Would they be carbon-copies of his Stiles, with straight brown hair and joy-filled brown eyes? His son had been such a happy child, always laughing and playing with he and his mother. Would his grandchildren look like his son-in-law? Would they have Derek's serious expressions and expressive green eyes? A combination of both? Melissa squeezed his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts, as she sat down next to him, handing him his coffee. He nodded his thanks, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"It will be okay, you know." She murmured. John shrugged, tightening his arm. He wasn't sure about that. However, he voiced a different concern.
"I know it's just…where is the baby going to come out at?" He asked. Stiles laughed, his werewolf hearing catching the question. Turning to his father, he cupped his belly.
"I'm going to cut them out, Dad." He said cheerfully. John's eyes widened in horror.
"Stiles, don't put it like that!" Scott groaned as Melissa called for John.
"Is…is he serious?" He wheezed. Scott nodded, sighing.
"Yeah. We're not sure how it works, or will work, but from the information we have been researching, Stiles will use his claws to open his womb and retrieve the babies.
"My healing abilities will help keep me safe, too. If something goes wrong, Deaton and Derek will apparently be a howl away." He teased, even if the thought of the upcoming birth made him a little sick to his stomach. He was putting off his worries until later. First he had to get the house ready for his offspring.
"Sheriff, what do you think he's going to have?" Lydia asked, sensing the need for a change in topic. John thanked whoever was watching over him for that.
"I'm not sure. I want to wait until he starts having cravings." John answered honestly. That was how Claudia had guessed what Stiles was going to be.
"I wonder what I'll crave. A mayonnaise and jelly sandwich?" He suggested. Scott's nose wrinkled in disgust as he put up the last of the candy canes.
"Dude, if they get that crazy, you're eating in your bedroom." He warned.
As the three began to bicker, John retreated back in to his thoughts. While the future held so many uncertainties, at least the present hadn't changed all that much.
Stiles yawned widely as he and Derek exited their bathroom, freshly showered and in clean pajamas.
After dinner with his father, he, Lydia, and Scott had returned home to find their pack mates lounging around the living room, watching the news. Feeling sleepy, Stiles had sought out his mate. Derek had been chatting with Peter in the kitchen. Stiles had wrapped his arms around him, yawned, and Derek decided that bedtime was best.
"Tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun." Stiles declared as he climbed in to their bed. Derek reached for him, tugging him in close.
"I turn 27 tomorrow. I'm a 27 year old Alpha that is soon going to be a father." Derek said in to his shoulder. Stiles chuckled, cuddling in to his embrace.
"Yes you are, babe. Do you think that the baby will be born on Valentine's Day?" He asked. Derek thought about that for a minute, mentally calculating the date.
"Maybe? I think that that's a bit over our due date. I expect the first of February to be the day that they are born." He shrugged. Stiles accepted that answer, closing his eyes as he prepared for sleep. When Derek sat up, Stiles cracked open an eye, watching his mate.
Derek was reaching for the remote to their TV with one hand as his other scratched his chin.
"What are we watching?" Stiles asked softly, tightening his grip on Derek's waist. Derek shrugged, flipping to one of their movie stations.
"We're not, really. I just needed something else, you know?" He asked. Stiles did. Background noise had been a part of his nightly routine for the majority of his life.
"Der?"
"Hm?"
"Is it weird that I want to contact some of the other alpha-mates? Can I?" He asked. Stiles had meant to ask Peter earlier that day, but Lydia had suggested they look for paints for the nursery, and it had slipped his mind. Derek's hand ran through his hair as he shook his head, simply watching him.
"Yes, you can. Mom kept in contact with quite a few of the other pack 'Moms.' Most of them were looking for advice on how to adapt to their new pregnancies and hormones. Why? Is something wrong?" Stiles shook his head, watching his fingers play with a loose string on Derek's sweats.
"Not really. Maybe? I just want someone to talk to who knows what's going on with my body. Baby, you're good, but you're not that good." He teased. Derek playfully ruffled his hair, but didn't comment. "Should I call one of them? Facebook them? Would you be there with me?" He asked, his gut tightening anxiously at the thought. Derek's thumb massaged one of his temples.
"I can be if you want me to be, Stiles. How is up to you. Whatever you think is best. Who are we contacting?" Stiles grinned at the 'we' in that question. Derek's support would always mean everything to him.
"Deo Varg, I think. His triplets will be a year old in four months, remember?" He asked, cuddling close when Derek slid under the covers, his arm curling around his back. Derek remembered, kissing his forehead.
The two continued their quiet discussion until both fell asleep, the TV giving off a soft blue light in the room.
December 25th, 2013
Stiles woke Derek up early the next morning with coffee and kisses.
"Happy birthday, baby." He had said a wide grin on his face. Derek had blinked sleepily at him for a few minutes, his hands settled on Stiles' hips as he became aware of his surroundings. Derek offered a sleepy grin, returning the kiss that Stiles leaned down to give him.
When Stiles returned to his upright position, Derek frowned. He must not be awake because it felt like Stiles was still leaning over him. His green eyes focused on his mate, then settled on his abdomen.
Derek beamed at what he saw.
His mate was finally beginning to show. Awed, Derek tenderly placed a hand over his stomach.
"Exciting, isn't it? Your baby wanted to be here for your big day too." He grinned, his eyes misting.
"Oh Stiles." Derek breathed, sitting up. He pulled him on to his lap, resting his back against his chest. Their hands cupped his stomach in one motion, cooing to the bump and sharing grins and kisses.
It was one of the best presents that Derek received on that day.
When the two joined the pack in front of their Christmas tree, Stiles shared their happy news.
"Can I touch it?" Danny asked first. Stiles nodded, taking his hand and pressing it against his belly.
"Hard, huh?" Stiles asked with a grin. Danny nodded, amazed at this revelation.
"It's like your stomach is wearing a suit of armor." He commented, blushing almost immediately. The pack snickered at that as Stiles agreed.
Present exchanges followed soon after. Stiles gave Derek pair of his favorite workout clothes, with a couple matching, baby sets.
"To help promote a healthy lifestyle." He explained. Derek immediately pressed one of the outfits to Stiles' stomach, trying to imagine a baby in it.
Scott gave Derek a 'coupon' that said that he would tattoo the litter's names for him. Touched, Derek had squeezed his second's shoulder in gratitude.
His favorite birthday present, however, had been from Peter and Cora. The two had managed to dig up his old baby book, and recreated some of the burnt-edged papers with new ones. They gave him a couple of matching baby books for his new litter. Derek had pulled Cora down next to him, and the two had flipped through his baby book as Stiles flipped through the ones for the new babies.
When the time came for Christmas presents, Derek handed Stiles a blank journal and a flash drive.
"Ness was bored one summer and uploaded all of the Hale pregnancy journals on to a computer. It's a tradition to record our pregnancies, so that if any problems arise, we can see if it's genetic from our side. It also helps assure new birth parents that their pregnancy is going along just fine." He had explained. Stiles grinned, pulling him in to a kiss.
"Thank you so much, baby." He had murmured against his lips.
After exchanging presents, the pack had split up to go to their other families for Christmas.
John had given Stiles, Scott, Derek, and Isaac gift cards, which was what he gave everyone. Melissa, however, did the personal gifts. Isaac received a new set of tennis shoes and a new coat. Scott got a lab coat and stethoscope, in addition to an animal medical terminology book. Derek got a set of free car washes for his car, which pleased him immensely. He also got a sling for the new baby, so that he could run with it, she explained. Stiles received the comic book he had been requesting, and a copy of What to Expect.
"It really is tradition, sweetheart." She had assured him as she rubbed his bump. Stiles had hugged her tightly, thanking her for being the mom that he needed.
By the time that Stiles and Derek returned home that night, they were full and sleepy. They stripped and stumbled in to bed, cuddling under the covers against the cool winter air.
December 27th, 2013
Their first shopping trip together after Stiles got pregnant certainly was eventful. Lydia, Derek, and Stiles had gone as a group, Derek because he wanted to get a different after-shave that Stiles could tolerate.
"So spaghetti?" Lydia was asking as they turned down another aisle. She was pushing the cart as Stiles put things in it. Derek trailed after them, remembering why he hated shopping as he listened to their constant chatter. Stiles hummed his agreement, though he paused as he passed by the Tupperware section.
"What is it?" Derek asked, resting his hand on his lower back. Stiles frowned, reaching for one of the sets.
"Can we get these?" He asked. Lydia and Derek shared a confused look over the top of his head before Derek plucked them from his hands and dropped them in to the cart.
"Yeah."
"Why?" Lydia asked at the same time. Stiles shrugged, his brow wrinkled in thought.
"I think…I dreamt of them last night, actually. Crap, are the weird dreams starting already?" He groaned. Lydia laughed as Derek bit back an amused smile, instead placing a kiss on the top of Stiles' head.
"Let me know if they get weirder than that, Stiles. I think that's just your human nesting instincts kicking in." Lydia teased. Stiles nodded his agreement. That was certainly possible.
"But I also dreamt of dancing cigars. Der, is that a werewolf thing?" He asked. Both Lydia and Derek rolled their eyes, not bothering with responses. Pouting, Stiles took Derek's hand and they continued on their journey through the aisles.
When they entered the baking aisle, Stiles stopped them again. He placed a bag of salt and a bag of sugar in the cart, humming as he searched for something else.
"Bacon." Stiles snapped his finger triumphantly, exiting the aisle to hunt down the meat.
"What are you making, babe?" Derek asked, attempting to be supportive of what appeared to be his mates' first craving.
"Chocolate peanut butter pretzel bacon bars." Stiles' nonchalant response had Lydia turning an interesting shade of green as Derek winced.
After gathering the rest of their things, the three headed to the check-out line.
And Stiles proceeded to dump six, 5 lb. bags of pretzel m&ms in to the cart.
"Is this okay, baby?" He asked his mate, a pout on his face. Derek kissed it away.
"Yeah. Craving?" He asked, hoping that this one would be permanent and the earlier one was a phase. Stiles nodded, grinning.
"Yeah! Your babies are really excited about it." He explained. Lydia wisely didn't comment, swiping the credit card that was designated for their grocery needs.
As the three headed home, Lydia and Derek watched in fascination and horror as Stiles managed to down one of the bags of m&ms.
December 29th, 2013
Deaton took notes on the changes that Derek and Stiles were relaying to him, noting his concerns about Stiles' sweets intake.
"Other than that, we're doing really, really well." Stiles finished, grinning up at Derek when his hand stroked his stomach. Over the past week, his stomach had begun to swell. Peter had assured him that this was very typical in a werewolf pregnancy. Deaton confirmed it.
"Have you felt any movement?" Deaton asked, gathering the necessary things for the ultrasound. Stiles nodded, cupping his stomach.
"Yeah. It's kinda like I feel little wings brushing against my organs." He explained.
"That's your litter moving. They'll begin to kick soon too." He promised.
Stiles laid back on the table, offering Derek both of his hands just in case. His wolf was cautious around Deaton still, but after the last visit, it had simmered down.
He growled when Deaton began to press on his stomach, and his claws unsheathed, but he didn't lash around. Derek had simply tightened his hold on his hands and stepped a bit closer, a low, reassuring growl rumbling in his chest.
When Deaton began the ultrasound, he grinned widely.
"I can't tell you how many you are expecting exactly, Stiles, but I can promise that's it's more than one. Would you like to hear their heartbeats?" He asked. Stiles nodded, grinning up at Derek.
When the steady rhythm of heartbeats filled the room, Derek easily picked out his mates' excited, racing pulse. He could also pick out a couple different ones.
He was getting more than one child this February.
"Can we get a picture?" Stiles was asking Deaton, his eyes locked on the screen. Deaton nodded, pointing on one of the babies.
"The others must be behind it. You can see these two sets of arms, see." Deaton explained.
"They're already so big." Derek murmured, awestruck. Just couple weeks ago, his babies hadn't really been visible. Now he could make out their heads from their bodies, their arms from their legs.
"The next time the two of you come to see me, they will have grown even more. This is one of the reasons I don't want to give you the genders. This rapid growth process doesn't make for an accurate determinant of what gender you will be having." The doctor was explaining. As the listened, Derek and Stiles watched another little head peek out from around the other. Stiles felt himself melt when their little hands linked.
"Oh Derek, look. Our babies." He gushed. Derek kissed his forehead, unable to speak. His emotions were too powerful for that.
"Pictures and then shall we set a date for your next appointment?" Deaton suggested. Both Hales nodded, sharing a feeling of disappointment when Deaton shut off the sound of the heartbeats, and then the screen to the ultrasound.
When the two left twenty minutes later, Derek was guiding Stiles to their van, their eyes on the picture in Stiles' hands.
"I wonder how big they will have grown by the 12th of January." Stiles mused.
"Probably a lot. I can't believe how big they are, babe." He commented as he pulled out of the lot. As Stiles rubbed at his stomach, he wholeheartedly agreed.
His babies were healthy and growing in all the right ways. In a little over a month, he would have them in his arms.
2014 was certainly going to be a great year.
A/N: Did that answer all of the questions everyone had? Not my best chapter, I know, but the AC in my house is not working and I feel like I'm dying from heat. No, we will not get the gender until the birth. For a singleton baby, I might reveal the gender. However, for this litter, there are more than one and we will know until the birth. So, here are the options for the babies.
Boys
Girls
Twins
Triplets
I also am curious to see how many of you can guess when they will be born. You have the first two weeks of February to choose from. I also want to know when you think they will be born: Day or Night.