Stiles bites down on his lip as Deaton begins the ultrasound.
"Does that hurt?" The vet asks, concerned.
"No, I'm just nervous. It's weird to have one of these." He blushes.
"I see."
"You let us believe he had miscarried," Derek growls.
"I believed he had miscarried. You never had any further contact with me, so there was no way for me to know either way. Trust me, if I had known they survived, I would have told you. The grief you experienced could have put unwanted stress on the twins." He doesn't need werewolf hearing to know that Stiles' heart starts to beat a little faster after hearing that information. "But it didn't. Don't worry, Stiles, everything looks good. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. It looks like everything healed up nicely inside and out."
Stiles sits up on the metal table. "Um, do you… do you think you could, um, maybe do this again… later. I never got to do it last time, you know, being a guy and all."
"Any time you want to have one; I'll be here." Deaton claps Stiles on the shoulder.
"Probably don't give werewolves ultrasounds often, do you?"
"More often that you'd think."