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"Thank you, John, for allowing us over tonight. Even with everything that has happened tonight, it was good to be able to catch up without it having to be when we fight whatever comes to Beacon Hills next." explained Derek as he shrugged on his leather jacket, his muscles stiff and a bit sore from fighting the Witch without an actual plan.
"You know that you're welcome here anytime. Are you sure that you're alright to drive? I'd feel a whole lot better if you and Stiles stayed here tonight." asked John as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the wolf and his son prepare to leave for the night.
"I have to agree, Derek. I'd like to be able to keep an eye on you and the twins just to be sure that they don't go into distress." added Melissa with slight worry lacing her voice, the worry that only a Mother would have understood.
"We'll be fine, Dad. I promise. Derek won't be the one driving us home, I will. Don't give me that look, I won't scratch Laura's Camaro or anything. Once we talk with Deaton and he gives him and the twins a quick check, we'll call you, Melissa and let you know." explained Stiles as he shrugged on his own jacket, all but prying the keys from the wolf's hand.
"If you two insist on going to Derek's for the night then at least call us, or we'll probably be up all night wondering. Let Scott knows that his Mom will be staying here tonight. Are you spending the night at Derek's tonight or are you coming home after?" asked the Sheriff as he walked the pair to the door.
"I'm going to stay at Derek's, if that's okay with you. I'd like to keep an eye on him over night just to be sure that the Witch hadn't done any damage." explained the teen as the four of them all walked out the front door and onto the porch.
"Derek happens to be standing right here, and I'm not hurt and I don't feel any magic from her anywhere on me." explained the blue eyed Beta as he now, too, crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrow raised a bit.
"I don't even want to know how you know what magic feels like. You may not be feeling any pain right now but you might be feeling sore tomorrow, so I'd really like to keep an eye on you just to be sure. You went through your first initial shift since becoming pregnant, so it's vital that we talk to Deaton now and have him stop in for a visit." explained Stiles as he round on his boyfriend, leveling a firm look at him. Derek leveled his own look with his boyfriend, their eyes locked to the other, when he realized that the teen wasn't going to give up, the wolf looked down and away with a soft, defeated sigh.
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The front door of the Hale House closed with a soft click behind the pair as they flipped the lights on in the living room, their movements stilling when all heads of the previously sleeping Pack members all shot up at the same time, their eyes flashing briefly before dulling down to their original color in realization of who had walked inside. They all rose up from their positions into a sitting position, most leaning against who they ended up falling asleep beside.
"How was dinner at your Dad's?" asked Scott as he rubbed at his brown eyes that were still dulled a bit by sleep.
"It all went pretty well until the Witch decided to make her presence known and this one decided to go after her." explained Stiles as he jerked a thumb in his boyfriend's direction, who was guiltily looking down at the floor, his hands crammed down into the front pockets of his jeans. It took only seconds for the girls to instantly rise to their feet and crowd around Derek, hands and eyes checking for any signs of injury, quickly ushering him to the couch.
"What the hell happened? How did she even know where to look?" demanded Scott as his eyes flashed red and his nostrils flared a bit, his eyes moving from the Beta to his best friend.
"Derek noticed her before any of the rest of us did, she was watching us from the treeline outback the house. She didn't come too close but didn't go away, either. Derek did what he thought was necessary and went after her in order to keep her from doing whatever magic she would need to do in order to get to the twins. What he did, though, I didn't realize he could do." explained Stiles as he sat down on the recliner chair that Scott had previously occupied.
"Even I don't know what I did, all I did was react." explained Derek before his lips parted in a yawn, his tongue curling up a bit at the end. He rested his head back onto the back of the couch, his eyes closing for a few minutes before opening again, the girls crowded around him, tucked into his sides or with their heads on his lap or shoulder. The events of that night were taking a bit of a toll on his body.
"What did you do, Der?" asked Lydia as she reached up to run her fingers through his hair, her manicured nails scratching lightly over his scalp.
"Magic, I think. I don't really know. I don't know what I did or how I did it, but it weakened her. It'll probably take her a while to full recover from whatever I did to her, she basically disintegrated." explained the blue eyed Beta as he couldn't help but lean his head into the girl's touch, a pleased rumble leaving his chest when she gave his scalp another light scratch. He could feel the interest and curiosity rise among the Pack, watching all eyes drift towards himself a bit before drifting back to Stiles.
"Don't look at me, this is for Deaton to figure out. Speaking of, give him a call for me Scott, he needs to come out here either tonight or tomorrow morning. I want to make sure that both Derek and the twins are completely unharmed." ordered Stiles as he walked over to the couch and shooed the girls away from his boyfriend, pulling him up to his feet to usher him upstairs.
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"Der. Hey, Sourwolf. I hate to wake you up but Deaton just showed up. No, don't growl at me. No. No. Don't whine, either, I'm not mad. Come on, Der. Either you come downstairs or Deaton is – mph!" exclaimed Stiles with a grunt as he was pulled down onto the bed by the wolf, who's eyes were half closed. Derek wrapped his arms around his struggling boyfriend and all but pulled him down onto his chest, a soft rumbling sound leaving his throat.
"We can snuggle after Deaton checks you over to make sure that everything is alright with you and the twins." explained the teen as he pried himself away from the wolf, who was now making 'grabby-hands' at him. Stiles chuckled softly under his breath but grasped those hands and pulled the wolf up to his feet with minimal struggle.
"I'm going to hold you to that, I can feel a change in the twin's heartbeats when you're around me." explained Derek as he shook his head at the shirt that was offered to him. He wasn't shy about the small 'baby-bump' that had began to form, it was a way of showing that his Pack was growing, that he could be vulnerable enough to let the Pack expand.
"I will cuddle you as much as you want me to." replied Stiles as he led the wolf out of the bedroom and down the hall, before turning down the stairs that led to the living room. The blue eyed Beta's eyes flickered from his Alpha to the vet, who nodded a greeting at him.
"Stiles, take a seat at the end of the couch. Derek, I'd like for you to lie down on the couch with your head in Stiles' lap. I'll need a full view and full access to your abdomen." explained Deaton as he set his small travel bag down on the floor near the coffee table, watching as the two situated themselves on the couch. The wolf kept his eyes trained up on Stiles, his eyes locked with the copper eyes above him, trying hard to keep himself relaxed and calm at the action of being laid out this vulnerable to the vet with his abdomen exposed. When Deaton made a move to place a hand on the wolf's abdomen, a low but deep growl kept him from putting his hand anywhere near the wolf in question.
"Scott, would you mind taking a seat at his feet? He may feel a bit calmer if his Alpha is beside him, he may need the contact to keep himself calm." explained the vet as he motioned the younger wolf over to the couch. Scott took a seat at Derek's feet and placed the wolf's feet in his lap, gently sliding his thumb over the bone in his ankle in small, soothing circles.
"If he's anything like his Mother, he will bite." chuckled out Peter as he walked around to the back of the couch, leaning down to run a hand through his nephew's hair.
"I came prepared for that as well." explained the vet as he turned around on his seat on the coffee table to reach into his bag, sliding out a stronger leather muzzle that was specifically designed for a werewolf.
