July 7th
After Stiles and Derek left Doctor Kroft's office, Stiles begged for food. So Derek, being the sucker he is, bought Stiles whatever she wanted. Which wasn't all that bad, some pineapple pizza and soda.
"I so love you," Stiles said as she took a bite of her pizza slice, "Lydia won't let me eat anything," her eyes practically roll back as she savors the taste.
"Can you blame her? Wolves are nurturing creatures," Derek huffs as he fiddles with his coffee, Stiles just rolls her eyes, "And if Sprout wanted to eat lettuce and beans all during this pregnancy I would trade off with you,"
"And you'd think I'd carry Sprout around?" Derek laughed with a raised eyebrow. Stiles laughs, "It'd be cute, Y'know to see you pregnant,"
"Let's not think on that too much,"
"Sourwolf," Stiles laughs. They finished their food and Derek bought an extra soda for Stiles, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't in heaven. But then again, Morning sickness found its way around her happiness.
Stiles was in the ladies restroom in minutes; hunched over a toilet. All that good pizza to waste, "Well, you're defiantly not a fan of pineapple pizza," Stiles joked, "I think morning sickness needs a new name as well," Stiles sighed.
She cleaned herself off and as she walked out she pushed into Derek, the damn brick wall. "Whoa, alright new rule, wait in the car if this ever happens again," Stiles rubs her nose, "You'd expect me to do that?" Derek asked as he takes her hand.
"Yes, I do. You probably got a lot of weird stares just standing there," she laughed as they walked out of the small pizza place, "I might have, but not because I was standing outside of the ladies restroom," Derek laughed.
"Ha-ha, very cute," Stiles frowned as Derek helped her into the Camaro, "You know you don't have to help me up or out of anything right?" Stiles said getting into the passenger seat, Derek leaned in with her, "It's a wolf thing, let it happen," He kissed her temples and shut the door.
The ride home consisted of false alarms of vomit and pee breaks, what a joy Stiles was having watching Derek freak out at every false alarm. When they made it home Derek told her she was to never leave the house again. Stiles just laughed.
Stiles as soon as she stepped foot in their home she ran upstairs, not listening to the objecting pleas from Derek. She made it to their bedroom and throw off her clothes, jeans weren't as comfortable as before. She jumped into her favorite of all PJ's and grabbed her comforter and a small pillow. She headed back down stairs.
She located her adult cradle and dragged it up next to the love seat. She hummed a tune as she jumped in and surrounded herself in her comforter. "Erica left us a note," Derek called from the kitchen.
"What's it say?"
"The list was great, I'm surprised in your taste of music. Stiles needs to drink tea, orange juice, water and some milk, remind her," Derek laughed as he read the note aloud.
"She's like a mother, it's scary," Stiles rolls her eyes. She hears Derek step into the living room "You don't just want to take a nap on our bed?" he asks, Stiles eyes are shut and she doesn't really listen.
She just hums in response and hopes that's all it takes. But it doesn't, Derek is reaching in for her and somehow successfully pulls her out, comforter and all.
"You're like superman," Stiles mumbles as she tries to nuzzle her face in the crook of Derek's neck. She hears him laugh but that's about it. Because she asleep, and frankly, she doesn't care if she's totally blessed out.
Pregnancy hasn't been that kind so far. Aside from morning sickness, Stiles hasn't had much sleep at night. Which is a problem, not for her, but for Derek; Stiles can understand why he's fussing over her. And she doesn't want to worry him anymore then his wolf is already doing.
So she's just happy she can sleep.
"Stiles, my baby," A female voice catches Stiles' attention, she turns around, "Look at you," Stiles mother is standing there with her arms out stretched for her.
"Mom," Stiles runs to her and holds her in a hug, "I've missed you,"
"I've missed you too, Child," he mother holds her tightly, "You've gotten so big, and you're going to be a mommy," he mother laughs as she pulls away. Stiles eyes are drowning in tears her throat is sore and a lump has began to form.
"I'm so proud of you, Baby," Her mother's smile is bright and wide as she pushes Stiles hair behind her ear, "I'm so very proud of you," Her mother's hands cup her face and pull her gently, she places a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "You'll be a great mother, a wonderful one,"
Her mother's praise feel like a huge relief, "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that, Mom," Stiles manages to say. Looking at her mother, Stiles feels her heart well-up in hurt and joy. "I love you," Her mother whispers, "Derek will always be there in my absence," her smile was soft, "Tell your father to ask Melissa on a date, he needs a break," she laughs, a sweet violin laugh that Stiles will always remember.
"Where are you going?" Stiles asks, her mother smiles and runs her hand over Stiles' cheek, "I need to go, Child. I'll see you again soon enough,"
Stiles woke up with sobs as she sat up. Different from the many dreams she's woken up from, Stiles smiled as she crossed her legs and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.
Derek was in the bedroom before she finished wiping her eyes, "What happen?" he asked as he sat in front of her. Stiles smiled wryly and took Derek's hand, "I saw my mom," her voice was cracking with sobs, "She told me I'd be a wonderful mommy,"
Derek sighed into a smiled and cupped Stiles cheeks, "You will be," that was all Derek had to say, all he needed to say. Derek laid next to her, holding her against his chest until she once again feel asleep.
