Past- Stiles thinks he's in labor, maybe, possibly

Stiles is in labor...at least he thinks he is. He's having contractions about every 2 hours or so. They aren't very long or incredibly painful, he's pretty sure he's just thinking too hard. When the contractions don't let up but don't worsen he climbs into his car, despite being told he shouldn't drive anymore, and drives himself to the hospital, ignoring the steady flow of snow.

He walks in and goes to the elevator and heads to the floor for labor and delivery. He calmly walks up to the nurses' station and is greeted by a smiling cherry nurse. "How can I help you?"

"Hi. I think I'm in labor."

"You think?" The nurse said with a frown.

"Yeah. I'm having contractions; at least I think I am. I mean I'm pretty sure they are but they're nothing like I expected. The woman and men in the video's I watched were like, miserable, and I'm feeling pretty good." He felt his stomach clench and there was an ache in his back. He rubbed his hand over his stomach to try and relax the muscles.

"Are you having contractions now?"

Stiles frowned a little. "Yeah."

"Well let's get you looked over then."

Stiles lied in the hospital bed and watched as the nurse's checked him over. "Well Mr. Stilinski it appears that you were having Braxton Hicks."

"That's it? I've been pregnant for forever, isn't he ready to come out?" Stiles whined.

"It appears not." She said with a smile.

"41 weeks, 287 days of having this little boy growing inside of me. When am I done?" Stiles said pathetically.

"You have at least 18 more years of having him grow." Stiles let out a sigh but smiled as his hand rubbed his stomach.

"I can't wait

Stiles pulled up the house and was greeted by an angry Derek standing on his porch. He climbed out of his car and slowly made his way over the snow and up the stairs. "Can I help you Mr. Hale?" Stiles said with a smirk as he opened the door to the house.

"Where were you?" Derek walked in after the teen.

Stiles sighed. "At the hospital."

"Why?"

"I thought I was in labor."

"And you didn't call me?" Derek growled.

"I said thought, not am." Stiles opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of soda. Derek snatched it out of his hand. "I was having contractions but they've stopped now, or I've gotten used to them."

"No caffeine."

"It's caffeine free." Stiles tried to take it back but Derek refused to hand it over.

"Water."

"Soda."

"Water."

"It's my body." Stiles said with a glare.

"It's my baby." Derek growled.

"Screw you Derek." Stiles yanked the fridge open and grabbed a bottle of water before stomping towards the stairs. He was halted in his ascent by a hand grabbing his arm. "What?!"

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"I'm not being difficult! You are! Every time I try to do something you always find something wrong. You act like I don't know how to take care of myself!"

"You don't!" Derek said angrily. "You think you know how to but you really don't. How do you expect me to just leave you to take care of my baby, inside you, alone?"

"Fuck you Derek! It wouldn't have to be alone if you would just-" There was a rush of something and Stiles looked down. "Oh God that's disgusting!" he looked up at Derek with wide eyes. "My water just broke."