Sorry I haven't been posting lately, been busy! So here's a nice long one!

Warning: sexual content in this chapter, as well as talk about abortion etc.

Chapter 16

Later that night, Stiles lay sprawled out on her bed like a starfish. She should have been crying – as any normal pregnant 18-year-old girl would do – though mainly she was frustrated. Why did this have to happen to her? Was she going to keep it? If so, what about college and her Dad and money and Derek and her body and everything else? Just when she appeared to have her shit together, something else had to come along and fuck it up. She would take fighting the supernatural over a teen pregnancy any day.

She returned to her prioritizing technique and thought about her next step: was she going to keep it? There were 3 choices: adoption, abortion, or raising it herself. Adoption didn't seem like an option in this situation. She couldn't give up a werewolf baby and have it go mental like Malia did to her family. It would be wrong to give an unknowing couple that responsibility, and she didn't know of any werewolf couples looking to adopt, it's not as if they advertised it in the newspaper. Stiles was not against abortion. She firmly believed that every woman had the right to decide not only the future of her body, but also the future of her life. So, she thought, she could get an abortion. It would solve everything, she wouldn't have to deal with her Dad or Derek or the kid. It was an easy solution.

But there was a nagging at the back of her mind. The reason Stiles was an only child wasn't by choice. As perfect and amazing as her mother had been, she had experienced many fertility problems, and Stiles was their sole success. When she was about six years old, her parents decided to try one last time, and Stiles remembered how devastated her mother had been when she lost it. Apparently it was the fourth miscarriage she'd had. It seemed like a huge insult to her mother, who cherished life so much and who's own was severely shortened, to have an abortion. After all, the baby was a part of her mother, it had her DNA. Then again, it also had the same DNA that ran through Peter Hale's vein. Stiles shuddered.

She'd always had an overwhelming need to protect her family and friends. She'd proven she was willing to die for them. She knew the baby was only the size of a pea or something, but she already felt that need to protect it, the same need that drove her to protect her loved ones. It was so small and fragile, and it was hers. It needed her. Stiles had never abandoned anyone in her life, no matter what the situation. Like Derek said, when Scott was bitten, she could have taken the easy way out and left. There were a million times where she should have just walked away, but she didn't, because Stiles never gave up on those who needed her. She found herself thinking about Allison, and the new Argent code she had created.

"We protect those who can't protect themselves."

That's when Stiles knew. There was no way she could get rid of this baby. She'd experienced too much death and loss and heartbreak in her life, it was time she saw a little life. Although she hadn't even known it existed until several hours ago, she already knew this was the right choice. Stiles was not a quitter. She didn't bail when the going got tough. She placed her hand on her stomach where she thought the baby might be and gently patted it.

"Everything's going to be okay," she spoke to it, though she was more so telling herself.

…..

The next day, Stiles started her new pregnancy health regime. She took vitamins morning and night, drank plenty of water, and ate healthy. After around a week of doing so, she began to feel better. Most of her energy returned, though she had trouble staying awake after 8pm. She was also trying not to stress herself out to much, which was difficult for her. She still had the task of telling her Dad and figuring out what to do about college. She continued to prioritize. Right now she would just focus on finishing school.

On Monday the 11th May, the Senior Prom King and Queen campaigns started. Stiles had completely forgotten all about Prom. It was 2 days after the Final Exams, so about two and a half weeks away. She did the math in her head. She would be 7 and a half weeks pregnant at Prom. Great. Prom was the only thing everyone could talk about, especially Lydia; she wouldn't shut up about it. What she was going to wear, make-up, limo, her date. Stiles did her best to seem interested but she couldn't care less. Lydia was of course campaigning for Prom Queen, though she was yet to find herself a King. There were a few names going around, including Scott's.

"If only Jackson were here," she would sigh. Stiles immediately decided to go stag. She didn't exactly have anyone to ask and she was too emotionally preoccupied at that moment to think about finding a date.

"You're going stag?!" Lydia squealed when she found out. "You can't go stag!"

"I can, and I will," Stiles said proudly. Lydia rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Scott, Kira and Malia joined them at the table. They all tensed up instantaneously.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, sensing their panic.

"I can smell something," Scott said.

"Me too," Kira added.

They continued to sniff the air as inconspicuously as they could.

"I think another werewolf has been here," Scott concluded. They looked at each other, scared. In unison, they hopped up from their table and Stiles and Lydia followed them as they walked out of the cafeteria and around the school, trailing the scent.

"It's everywhere," Malia said. It eventually led them outside to the front of the school. The turned to face one another.

"What should we do?" Lydia asked. Stiles was getting nervous, there'd been no trouble whatsoever since the Omegas incident, so she was afraid.

"I don't know," Scott admitted. "Maybe we should call Derek. He could trace it better than any of us."

Stiles tried to remain calm. Derek? She hadn't seen them since they had sex, and she wasn't hoping to see him so soon after finding out she was carrying his child. She'd needed more time to get her head together. She thought about leaving and simply not being around when Derek showed up, but she was too curious about the werewolf scent.

"Good idea," Lydia said. Scott pulled out his phone and dialled Derek's number. As he explained the situation, Stiles did her best to compose herself. What would she say to him? Would she tell him that she's pregnant? She wanted more time to think it through, but Scott told them he was on his way over. Shit. All right, you're going to see Derek, you're going to see the father of your baby, just act as you would any other time you see him, she thought.

The bell rang and lunchtime was over, though they remained out the front, waiting for him to arrive. It didn't take long for his black SUV to pull in to the car park and he stepped out of the car, jeans and a blue shirt and leather jacket. Stiles bit her lip, suddenly remembering him on top of her… inside her… his hips hard against her own. She felt an overwhelming urge to jump on him, but she kept herself in check.

"When did you first smell the scent?" Derek asked, getting straight to business. Stiles was relieved, no awkward hello.

"About fifteen minutes ago," Scott answered. "We sat down for lunch and it just appeared out of nowhere."

"In the cafeteria?"

"Yes, but we tracked it all across the school. It smells like another werewolf…yet, different."

"Different how?"

"It's almost familiar, though not from any werewolf I've met before."

Derek nodded and furrowed his brow. Stiles studied his face as he thought. He had great bone structure, something she hoped their baby would inherit. Their baby. The words echoed in her head. It was still so surreal.

"I'll go inside and see what I can find," he said. "Stay here so your scent doesn't distract me."

They stood aside and allowed Derek to enter the school. Stiles sighed and relaxed. That was easy. They waited five, ten minutes in tense silence until Derek came back. He screwed up his face as he neared them.

"What is it?" Malia asked.

"I couldn't smell anything inside, but just as I neared you now I caught it."

"You think it's coming from one of us?" said Lydia. Derek nodded. He moved closer to them and smelled them individually. First Scott, Kira, Malia, then Stiles was next. He didn't look at her as he leaned in towards her and she didn't know where to look either. Now it was weird.

Derek took a whiff and drew back slightly before going in closer, so close that his nose was almost touching her neck. She badly wanted him to lean forward a tad more and kiss her neck. He didn't. Instead, he grabbed the front of her shirt, and using his strength, lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, just as he used to do in the good old days when they hated each other.

"It's you," he growled, literally. Stiles struggled in his grasp, which he refused to relinquish despite the protests of her friends.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she shouted.

"Why do you have a werewolf scent on you?" he demanded. He was frightening her. Of course, by now she had figured out why she might smell like a wolf – because she was growing one inside her, but she wasn't ready to admit that.

"I don't know!" she repeated. "Now let me go!"

Derek dropped her and she was back on her own feet. She tried to shove him away from her but only succeeded in forcing him to take a step back. It was Scott's hand that forced him to move over.

"Are you okay?" Kira asked. Stiles nodded.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Scott said to Derek.

"Smell her!" Derek barked. "She's been close to another werewolf we don't know. You'll see what I mean."

The three of them hesitantly smelt Stiles, of which she was extremely uncomfortable. She felt very self-conscious.

"He's right," Scott said reluctantly. She tried to act surprised, as if she didn't know why she might smell like a wolf.
"What could that be from?" she asked.

"Have you been with a werewolf recently, intimately?" Derek spoke. She looked at him, her face red.

"No," she said quietly. No other than you, she said in her head.

"So what could it be?" asked Scott.

"I don't know," Derek replied. "Maybe a werewolf has been into your room and touched your clothes."

"Her room," Scott said, frightened. Stiles hated seeing her friends so distressed, yet she bit her tongue. She wasn't ready for them to know.

"One of us should go to her house and check it out," Kira suggested.

"I will," Derek volunteered instantly. "You're all too familiar with Stiles' scent; I'll be able to differentiate the smells better."

Scott looked from him to Stiles, and back again.

"You're not going to hurt her? Why should I trust you to be alone with her?" Scott said. Stiles almost laughed, if only he knew how close they had actually been.

"I promise I won't."

Scott nodded. Derek half-looked at Stiles. "We should go now, while the scent is still fresh."

"Okay."

She said goodbye to her friends and got into Derek's SUV. She'd never been in his car before, though he'd been in her trusty Jeep plenty of times. She folded her arms across her chest and stared out the window the entire drive, nervously shaking her leg. Derek said nothing, as per usual. They got to her house and went inside. Her Dad was at work so they were alone.

Derek couldn't catch a scent downstairs so they went up to her room.

"Wow," he said as they entered it. "The smell is everywhere."

Stiles could feel her heart beating a thousand miles per minute. And if she could feel it, Derek could probably hear it. She didn't know what to do.

"That's… odd," her voice croaked. She was glad she had hidden her pregnancy pack of vitamins and stuff under her bed. Derek continued to search through her stuff, fingering through her belongings.

"It's strange," he said after he had looked around.

"Maybe it's not a werewolf," she said.

"It is."

She tried to think of a reason, an excuse that might explain why she smelt wolf-ie.

"I know!" she exclaimed, as if she had an epiphany. "I washed some of Scott's clothes in with mine the other day because his machine was broken, so maybe the smells have just got mashed into a Scott-werewolf-Stiles-detergent hybrid."

It was a horrible excuse, she knew, but she had to stall his train of thought before he figured out the truth.

"I guess that's plausible," Derek mulled over the idea in his head.

"Yeah and it was his lacrosse uniform too, so it was pretty smelly," she fake laughed to make the act seem more convincing.

"You haven't been near any other wolves?" he continued to question.

"Other than Scott and the rest of the pack… No."

Something like relief momentarily flashed across his face. Stiles glanced over his body once again. She wanted him so badly. She feared that if she touched him she wouldn't be able to stop. She thought perhaps the pregnancy hormones were making her blood boil.

"Why?" she said flirtatiously. "Would you be jealous?"

Derek looked at her, confused. Her sudden mood change was a surprise.

"No," he replied. "Just concerned."

She leaned against her desk and bit her lip.

"Concerned?"

"If there was another werewolf in town I'd want to know about it."

"Is that the only reason?" she asked. He hesitated.

"I wouldn't want you to get hurt," he said quietly, not meeting her eyes.

"Is that right?" she smiled. "And here I thought you didn't have a heart."

He half-smiled and – still not looking at her directly – moved closer to where she leaned against the desk so that he was standing directly in front of her.

"I'm not entirely an animal."

"Could have fooled me."

There was silence. Derek placed his hand cautiously onto Stiles waist, as if testing whether she would accept his touch, which she did.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"For not talking to you since…"

"Since we had sex?"

"Yes," he breathed.

"I didn't expect you too," she said.

"But I should have. It was kind of a big deal."

He had no idea just how big of a deal it was, and what it had caused, but she didn't want to spoil the moment.

"I guess you still owe me then," she laughed. "You keep making mistakes and apologizing for it."

"Yes that seems to be a recurring thing," he frowned. "So how can I make it up to you?"

"Well, there is this one thing I really want," she teased.

"What is it?" he asked, completely oblivious. Stiles rolled her eyes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him before he had a chance to object. She knew that once she started she wouldn't be able to stop. She ran her hands over his body and when he didn't respond as she wanted, she moved his hands onto her breasts and resumed putting hers all over him. He took the bait and gently massaged her chest, though Stiles noticed they were more tender than usual. She remembered that was another pregnancy symptom, sore breasts.

Her appetite grew and things moved along quickly. They ripped off each other's shirts and Derek propped her on top of the desk so their waists were at the same height. She could feel him pressing into her, in between her legs. At that second she didn't care about foreplay or getting herself ready or whatever, she needed to have him then and there.

She swung her legs to the side in order to pull her shorts and underwear off and then put herself around Derek once more. He pulled away momentarily.

"Again?" he asked.

"You don't want to?"

"As if I could say no now," he laughed. "Only if you're okay with it."

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Stop being such a gentleman and screw me."

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down enough so that his boner was out. He positioned Stiles at the edge of the desk and leaned into her, entering her in one swift, firm motion. She gasped. It was only her second time, so she was still a little tight, but he soon took care of that. He wasn't slow and steady like he was the first time, now he was quick and hard, gripping tightly onto her thighs and he pushed in and out. He didn't mess around, he meant business. It didn't take long for Stiles to feel as if she might explode. There was no time to stop and enjoy it, no time to moan. All she could do was hang on to his shoulders and wait until she inevitably came, which happened the same time as he did. He bit into her shoulder playfully and sighed as he gave a final push.

They were both breathing heavily. Instead of savouring the moment as they had previously, Derek pulled up his pants immediately and slipped into his shirt. He didn't seem happy. Stiles got dressed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said. HA, too late for that, she thought.

"Derek, it's just sex," she scoffed. "You don't actually owe me anything."

He turned to her, a pained look in his eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you," he admitted.

"You're not going to. I'm strong, remember? You said that," she reminded him. He held her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled his smell.

"I have this way of ruining everything good that comes into my life," he continued.

"You've already ruined my virtue," she joked. He didn't laugh.

"I don't think we should do this again."

Stiles felt disappointed, and then concerned. She was pregnant with his child, she needed to talk to him some time.

"I want to," she said. "I like the way I feel when I'm with you. Even if half of its confusion."

"It's wrong, Stiles."

"Does this feel wrong to you?" she leaned in and kissed him on the lips ever so lightly.

"No." his voice was a whisper.

"Then nothing else matters, for now."