December part 2
Stiles tried to talk to him the whole way to Deaton, but every time Stiles opened his mouth Derek would growl at him. Not just a soft growl, but a full alpha growl.
As Stiles parked his car, Derek pushed the door open and tried to get out, but failed. He just got a foot out of the car as a contraction hit him hard. "Owwww Fuck..." Derek screamed really loudly, and gripped the car door hard. The metal gave a weak sound away.
"Breathe." Stiles yelled and hurried to Derek, putting an arm around his waist and supporting him. "Breathe with me, in and out."
"You did this to me; I will kill you, slicing you into half and playing with your head like a fucking football!" Derek yelled back and slid his arm over Stiles' shoulders as he started walking to the vet.
"Please don't. Our daughter needs her daddy."
"Why do you think you will be Daddy? You will be Papa or so."
The doors of the vet were pushed open and Deaton came out, taking a look at the couple, and held the door open as Stiles and Derek came in.
"Help him onto the table, and then he needs to relax. Strip down; I brought some thing for him to wear. And this could take some time." Deaton tells them and showed them a room where there was a bed was and nothing more.
"Come on, grumpy. We need you to lie down." Stiles muttered and placed Derek softly on the bed. "Under the covers or do you want to lay on top of it? I mean, I could trap the half cover over you're under half and the rest would be on the cold air, or I don't know…"
"Stiles?"
"Shut up, I know."
Stiles laughed hysterically and took the bathrobe from Derek, who popped himself on his arms. Just a few seconds of dead silence, and Deaton came back, throwing a blue dress at Stiles who helped Derek in to it. Stiles laughed again and said. "You look prettyyyy."
Derek just stared at him and growled again, low and dangerous. Stiles stood up and held his hands up. "Sorry. Can't you feel all the tension in here? It's like the moment before a bomb goes off and everybody knows it. You know? The silence and …"
"Stiles." Derek growled and gripped his hand. "Shut the fuck up, or I will let you change the diaper for 1 year. Without help."
With a soft sigh, Stiles let himself sink on the edge of the bed and look at Derek. "When you need something, tell me, okay?"
"Yeah."
And after that, the next 3 hours where filled with screaming and growling with Derek yelling at Stiles and telling him that he will kill him with his bare hands with Deaton looking after him when they getting to loud and with Stiles running for snacks and drinks.
After 4 hours of pure torturing, Deaton came in with a little bottle in his hands and said "I think you are ready to bear your daughter now."
Calm, he is fucking calm. Meanwhile, Stiles started to breathe quickly, gripping the bed frame and holding on. And Derek just stopped breathing and watched Stiles with wide eyes.
"Stiles calm down. It's still Derek who needs to give birth, not you."
"Yeah, I know... but our little child, fuck this shit is real? Oh God damn it, so fucking …"
"Stop, right now, or I will freak the fuck out too. " Derek complained, and ground his teeth together as a contraction hit his body. He threw his head back and tried to breathe through the pain.
"Boys, calm down. Derek, you need to drink this. It tastes bad, but it will help you and soothe your pain." Deaton walked to them and handed Derek the little bottle. Derek took a sniff and growled again, before he closed his eyes and swallowed the whole liquid in the bottle with one gulp.
In the second it takes to give Deaton the bottle back, Derek relaxes into the bed and smiled lightly.
"Oh, okay, yeah, drug the werewolf. Sure..." Stiles said and ran a hand over his hair.
"It didn't drug him, it just calms his wolf." Deaton tells and put some latex gloves on before he sat himself in front of Derek's feet.
"Open them." He directs Derek who let his legs fall open.
"Stiles, you don't need to be here, but I would go outside, because you look like you're going to faint in a few seconds."
"No, I want to be here. I want to be one of the first people to hold our little baby-" Stiles lifted his hands and stroked with his finger through Derek hair.
Derek screamed, not as loud as the last few times, but still, Stiles' ears hurt.
"Stiles help me here, give me a pillow." Stiles snatched one from next to Derek's head and handed it to the doctor.
The doctor placed it under Derek's lower back and looked at him.
"Take a deep breath and then push." Deaton ordered, and Derek just gripped Stiles hips hard and pushed. He turned red, his eyes squeezed shut. His fingernails dug into Stiles hips, leaving bruises there. Stiles continued to stroke Derek's head and whispered 'I love you, you are so brave' over and over while Derek stars screaming.
Derek opened his eyes and stopped screaming but a new voice rise in the room. A scream.
"You did it, Derek." Stiles whispers and place soft kisses all over Derek's face.
"Stiles, Derek, she looks really healthy." Deaton said and handed him a towel with a baby in it. Their baby.
He took his daughter in his arms and tugged the towel out of her face. Black hairs were trapped from the wetness on the tiny head of his baby girl, and blue eyes looked up to him before they turned yellow.
"Hey, Cana." Stiles whispers and smiled softly. Derek made a grabbing motion and Stiles placed his daughter in the arms of his mate.
"Cana Laura Hale." Derek said and smiled bright, before he kissed the top of her head.