John Stilinski glances around his surrounding, he's in the most expensive steak house in town with his son and his future son-in-law. Even a bottle of mineral water is three dollars, and that's just sick. There must be a reason why the couple in front of him invited him to a formal dinner like this.
"Please don't tell me you're involved in terrorism." The Sheriff half-begged.
"What? No!" His son exclaimed.
"Did Derek eat a citizen?" He proposed.
Derek raises his eyebrows like 'really?' but he doesn't give any comment.
"Dad, please." Stiles gives his dad a look.
"You let me order a grilled T-Bone with french fries. You're not being yourself, I'm extremely concerned."
Stiles gapes dramatically like he's truly hurt. "Can we just invite you to a nice dinner for once in a while without you being suspicious upon us!?"
The Sheriff shrugs. "So, no bad news? This is simply a genuine gesture of family quality time?" He asked, doubts still clear in his voice.
"Well, there is some news.. Oh don't look at me like that, Dad, it's a good one. In fact," Stiles looks at Derek and smiles, "we're really happy and excited about this."
The Sheriff breathes in relief. "Thank God. Well, what are you waiting for then? Shoot." They're cut off by the waiter bringing their orders.
"Let's just enjoy our dinner first, Sir." Derek suggested. The sizzling T-Bone smells so good that John can't really disagree.
They take their time enjoying dinner while chatting easily and laughing warmly over Stiles' silly antics. Stiles laughs as he watches his dad make orgasmic voices throughout his meal. Despite the special occasion, he's grateful to be able to spoil his dad once in a while, after everything his dad did for him. Derek looks satisfied as well, God he loves his mate so much for this.
"So Dad, Derek and I have an announcement." Stiles started after the waiter took their empty plates. His dad gratefully looks relax and fulfilled, sitting back and sipping his red wine. It's just like how Derek predicted before.
"I'm listening." The Sheriff said over his wine glass.
Stiles looks at Derek, searching for encouragement. Derek takes his hand and squeezes it to comfort him. Stiles smiles at his mate and once again looks at his dad.
"Dad, Derek and I are…we're having a baby." Stiles said.
His dad just stares at them without saying anything at first, it makes Stiles quite nervous. But then after few seconds, the Sheriff smiles widely. "Son, that's great! I'm really happy to hear it, you know this old man wants grandchildren!"
Stiles sits back in relief, he can see Derek let out a long breath as well. "Oh Dad, I'm so relieved you're on board with this."
"Are you crazy? Of course I am. So, how you're going to do this? Adoption? Surrogates?" His dad asked excitedly.
Stiles sits back up, Derek tenses beside him. "What? Oh my God, no Dad, what I meant is—Dad, I'm pregnant."
His dad stares for another two seconds before he bursts laughing. Stiles gapes and shares a shocked look with his mate. "Oh, Stiles, stop it, I just ate so much, don't make me laugh my stomach off." His dad wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes.
"Dad, I'm dead serious!" Stiles said in exasperation. He can't believe his dad thinks he's joking.
The Sheriff is still laughing. "I'm sorry I'm just imagining you with a round belly, it's so hilarious.. Oh God." He holds his stomach, trying to stop himself from laughing.
"Sir, Stiles really has round belly right now." Derek tried, but it just makes the Sheriff crack and laugh even harder. "You two, cut it out, I can't laugh anymore."
Stiles can't find a way to explain to his dad. His dad drinks the last sip of wine from his glass.
"Well, Derek, thank you so much for this wonderful dinner, sorry but I gotta go to, you know, Sheriff stuff." Stiles halts his dad from leaving but his dad says he won't be long. He just has to sign some papers and then he'll go home for the football game, even asking Derek to stay over and watch it with him. After he receives a 'yes' from Derek, the Sheriff leaves the restaurant.
"That was nothing like all the scenarios that I prepared for." Derek admitted from where he sits, while Stiles still tries to find words to express his exasperation.
"Oh my God, this is unbelievable." Stiles merely said. Derek huffs and puts his hand on Stiles' stomach, rubbing it softly in a soothing motion, while they think of a solution together.
When the Sheriff comes home few hours later, Stiles and Derek are waiting in the living room, Deaton sitting in front of them. The Sheriff looks surprised to see the vet in the house so late at night.
"May I help you?" John asked.
Stiles cuts in, gesturing to his father to take a seat. "Dad, would you please sit down, we need to explain something."
His dad looks unsure and curious at the same time, but making his way to the empty recliner anyway. After he's seated properly, Stiles takes a folder on the coffee table in front of him and takes out a printed out picture. He gives it to his dad.
"What's this?" His dad asked, looking at the picture.
Stiles gestures the Sonogram's picture. "That is our baby."
His dad look up at Stiles, "you're having a baby now!?"
"That's what we were trying to tell you at dinner, Dad," Stiles explained, "the baby is in me."
The Sheriff stares at the picture and then at Stiles with confusion all over this face. "You're telling me you were not joking earlier?" He raises his eyebrows questioningly.
Stiles shakes his head and clears his throat. "No, we're not. I—uh—I've been carrying Derek's baby for three months now."
His dad stares back down at the ultrasound's picture in silence, which is nerve-wreckingly deafening to Stiles and Derek. "Dad..?"
His dad shakes his head in disbelief. "I—I still can't get the idea.."
Derek cuts in. "I understand, Sir. I found it hard to believe at first as well, that's why we brought Deaton with us. He'll explain Stiles' condition to you." He nods at Deaton as a cue to start.
The Sheriff just listens in silence as Deaton takes out documents of Stiles' physique condition and explains it to him. He's obviously trying hard to open his mind with the impossible occurrence that's been shoved to his face. Stiles even pulls his shirt up to show his baby bump.
"I'm having a grandchild.." He said softly in wonder, looking at legitimized document in his hands.
"Yes, Dad, you are." Stiles answered as softly.
The Sheriff turns his gaze to Derek and sighs tiredly. "Derek, I trusted you to prevent this. Stiles is still young and so many things await him in the future."
Derek nods rigidly. Stiles understands that Derek is determined to accept anything that's thrown at him like a man, but he can't resist not to open his mouth to defend his mate. However, Derek squeezes his hand to stop him.
"Sir, I apologize if I disappointed you," Derek started, "and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you and regain your trust, I'll do it.." Derek looks at John in the eye, hoping for the Sheriff to see that he is serious about all the things he says, "..but I can't say I'm sorry for what Stiles and I have, if that's what you want to hear, because I will not deny Stiles and our baby. I want them in my life."
Stiles' breath is caught in his throat; he really wants to jump Derek right now and gives him all the love in the world because dammit his speech is killing him. Stiles takes mental notes to do it later, now he just looks at his dad, hand holding Derek tightly in support. "Dad, I'm keeping the baby. And no matter what you think of Derek, I'm not leaving him." Stiles said, determination on his face.
The Sheriff rolls his eyes, like Stiles just suggested the stupidest idea. "Of course you're keeping the baby, Stiles, don't be ridiculous. And no, no one's asking you to leave the baby's father. In fact," he points his finger to Derek, "if I hear even a word that you abandon my son and the baby or treat them wrong..."
"Never, Sir." The werewolf promised.
The Sheriff puts the document on the coffee table. "Good. I'm holding you to that, Derek."
To say Derek is a little bit protective toward Stiles is an understatement. After his unfortunate event at school, Derek had a 'talk' with Lydia and in result, Stiles is dumped from prom preparation team for the sake of his and the baby's health. And the conversation with his dad is not helping, Derek is getting even more obsessive in proving himself to Stiles' dad more than he already has.
Derek demands for Stiles to stay at home and 'take it easy'. And Stiles isn't allowed go outside without Derek's presence. Stiles sulks at that, because he doesn't like being on house arrest, it's entirely too boring.
"Isaac!" Stiles called and waved from where he sits on the terrace of a cafe. The curly blond acknowledges him and heads to where he is.
"Hey, what's up?" Isaac asked, sitting down and dragging his chair closer to the table so he can lean on it lazily.
"Nothing, just want some company for lunch. How's prom prep and everybody?" Stiles grins at the Beta. He had sent a text to Isaac to sneak out on lunch break to meet him. He wants to make sure that Isaac is alright, because he feels like Isaac has been avoiding him since that day at the vet clinic.
Isaac just shrugs. "Busy. Aren't you supposed to stay at home?" Isaac raises his eyebrows.
"I'm bored. Lydia fired me, thanks to some overprotective fiancé." Stiles grumbled.
"It's not a big deal, the prom is tomorrow anyway. It's not like you miss a lot." Isaac tried to cheer him up. Stiles smiles at that. "I guess you're right."
"I'm surprised Derek allowed you to go out though, after what happened." Isaac said. Stiles is suddenly awkward, flipping his menu back and forth. Isaac palm-faces in revelation. "He doesn't know you're here, does he?"
Stiles still ignores the question and calls for the waiter instead. He orders some steak and sparkling water. Isaac spares a glare at Stiles, but looking through the menu as well. Isaac orders a burger and coke, and waits for the waiter to leave before he speaks up to Stiles.
"Stiles, are you sure about this? Maybe you should call Derek right now."
"What? No way.."
"But he's gonna flip out if he finds out!"
"Exactly. Let's not work him up over little things, okay? Mr. Grumpy already worries too much, he can have early wrinkles if he keeps that up."
Derek goes to meet the Argents with Peter today, there is some annual hunters conference in town and Derek has to make sure that everything is 'under control', or precisely as Stiles quotes, "my mate is carrying my pup, every possibility of threat is to be demolished".
They decided to tell Chris about this miraculous event, in hope that Chris will help them covering it up from the other hunters. The thought of being the centre of attention, or worse, a subject of experiment makes Stiles shiver. That's why, Stiles doesn't want to interrupt such an important issue just to make his mate drop everything and go to where Stiles is. And knowing Derek, that's exactly what he's going to do. Besides, Stiles promised himself to get home right after meeting with Isaac.
"I'm pretty surprised you were calling me to have lunch together, though.." Isaac suddenly said, shaking Stiles out of his own thought.
Stiles smiles at Isaac, sensing the pup will open up what's troubling his mind soon. "And why is that..?"
Isaac looks down and wiggles his fingers underneath the table. "I kinda expected now that you and Derek are expecting a new baby in the pack, you wouldn't have time for...you know, the older ones."
Stiles stares thoughtfully at the Beta in front of him. OH. He can't help but smiling in amusement when he realizes what's going on under that curly blond hair. "Isaac."
Isaac looks up, insecurity in his eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, on the contrary of what you believe, this is actually the time when I will need my other pups the most." Stiles said seriously.
Isaac shoots his puppy eyes at his pack mom. "You do?"
Stiles scoffs dramatically. "Of course I do. The baby needs older brothers and sisters to teach about all the cool stuff, right? I need everyone to get involved, especially you, Isaac."
"Me?" Tinge of hope is in Isaac's voice.
"Yeah, you're the baby of the pack too, right? You know so well how bullying the older wolfs can be. I need you to teach the newborn baby how to survive the rough brotherhood. I believe only you who can do this."
Isaac beams at Stiles' words and the trust that's laid upon him. "Yeah, Jackson and Scott can be so annoying sometimes.." Isaac admitted with a little bit blush on his face.
Stiles nods, still using a serious tone and expression although honestly he really wants to smile, Isaac is just too adorable. "See my point? I need you. But, you uh... You're okay with it, right? I mean, I don't wanna be a bother—"
"No!" Isaac exclaimed too excitedly, but then he clears his throat to calm himself down, "I mean, don't be silly, Stiles, of course I'll help."
Stiles grins widely. "Fantastic! Oh Baby, come here, let me show you some love..." Stiles makes grabby hands and kissing face toward Isaac.
"Stiles, stop it, everybody is staring at us..." Isaac swats Stiles' wandering hands, trying to look annoyed but failing to hide his smile.
The lunch goes pretty well after that. Whatever issue that Isaac was having, it's gone already. He smiles as genuine as he used to and starts showing his excitement toward the unborn pup. Stiles takes Isaac back to school after their lunch, stopping at a donut shop on the way to buy two dozen for the others.
After that, Stiles goes straight home. He knows Derek wouldn't like it if he knew Stiles was out driving around town on his own, they have agreements. Stiles then realizes though that even small adventure like this already tires him, so he decides to take a nap before Derek comes back.
"Stiles, Derek's here!" Stiles can hear his dad call him from downstairs.
His dad is already used to having Derek staying over the night. Derek is practically his son-in-law, legally in few months, and the father of his unborn grandchild.
"I'm coming!" Stiles gets up from his bed and moves to open the door to get out of his room, startled in surprise when he sees Derek's face right in front of him.
"Jeez—you really overkill this supernatural behavior of yours, Der!" He complained.
"Your room is on second floor." Derek looks like he's thinking hard. Stiles stares at his mate like he grows second head. "Yeah, Sherlock, I'm aware of that."
"You should have avoided stairs." Derek frowns in annoyance, like Stiles' house did something so offending to him. Stiles rolls his eyes in amusement at his mate's protectiveness, leaning in to kiss Derek's frown away. He then grabs his mate's hand and drags him in, closing the door behind him.
"How's your day?" Stiles sits down on the middle of his bed, pulling his mate down.
"Exhausting." Derek flops down on his stomach next to Stiles.
"Aww, poor Alpha.." Stiles cooed. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you.." Stiles straddles Derek's hips carefully, minding his baby bump. He starts massaging Derek's tense shoulder and the back of his neck. "So, everything's under control?"
Derek hums in contentment before he answers, "So far. The hunters will be here for the weekend and then they'll be gone."
"You told Chris yet?"
Derek just hums sleepily.
"And..?"
"He understands."
"You threatened him, didn't you?"
Derek yawns. "A bit."
Stiles rolls his eyes. Of course Derek did.
"Did you behave well today?" Derek asked, eyes closing.
'Oh crap.'
Stiles massages the tensed tendon on the side of Derek's neck while thinking of an answer.
"Well it depends on how you define well behaved.."
Derek opens his eyes. Stiles squeals in surprise when Derek turns around, flips Stiles on the bed, gently, and traps the smaller body under his. "I define it as you staying in the house the whole time I was gone and not doing anything behind my back."
Stiles winces under his mate's questioning glare. "Maybe you want to improvise the definition a little bit? No?"
Stiles should have known better and invited Isaac to his house instead. Because starting from now on, every time Derek is not with him, Stiles has two new shadows named Lahey and McCall. And when Derek's with him? Stiles can't even wanders around the house without the Alpha following him.
"Okay, I'm ready." Stiles fixes his red bow tie and straightens his black tuxedo jacket in front of the mirror in his room. Thanks to Lydia's help, the tuxedo pants are recustomed to be more comfortable for his baby bump.
Stiles is satisfied with how neat he looks, until two strong arms sneaks in from behind and wraps around his torso tightly, ruining the straightened suit.
"Derek..." Stiles whined.
"You look so fucking hot." Derek whispered, dropping kisses on Stiles' temple and cheek. "I really want to blow you in this suit right now, make you come so hard and so wet..." He nips Stiles' ear seductively.
"Oh my God." Stiles groaned. "Derek, NO. We have to go."
Derek is wearing black shirt and fitted grey suit. He didn't shave his morning stubble and combed his hair backward. To Stiles, his mate looks like sex on a stick, and Stiles honestly wants to play with that stick so bad as well, but he can't, not if he wants to attend his prom.
But obviously Derek doesn't care about the prom, because he grips Stiles' face to the side and starts attacking Stiles' lips. Stiles moans into Derek's open mouth as his mate pushes his tongue in. Derek then lifts Stiles and carries him to the bed.
Stiles breaks the kiss. "Oh God, Derek, stop! Put me down!"
Derek puts Stiles down on the bed and starts to undo Stiles' pants.
"Der, what are you doing? We're already dressed—" Stiles sits up to look at his mate. Oh great, there goes his pants. And underpants. Curse Derek and his freaking talented hands.
"Don't worry, Honey, I'll make sure I don't leave any stench." Derek teased, grinning mischievously. "I will swallow every, single, drop." With that, he takes Stiles hungrily in his mouth.
"HOLY—" Stiles' body jolts back in exploding pleasure.
Stiles whines and cries out his complain, but Derek keeps going and going, stretching Stiles' legs wide open and sucking Stiles like a popsicle, until Stiles loses his common sense and can only writhe wildly under his mate's blinding lust.
An hour later, Stiles finally steps his foot in the school's hall. His face and neck are still flushed from the early 'action'. Derek follows on his tail with a smug expression on his stupid face. In the end, the bastard didn't just blow him, he went all the way.
The photographer stops them and asks them to pose. Derek wraps an arm around Stiles' waist in instant, pulling the human to his chest.
"Your blushing cheeks will look adorable in pictures. See? I was doing you a favor." He whispered teasingly to Stiles' ear.
"Oh just shut up, you furry pervert." Stiles whispered back while he was smiling to the camera. Stiles can hear Derek laugh softly to his hair as the camera starts shooting.
Stiles can feel eyes staring at them as Derek holds his hand and leads him through the crowd. It really makes him want to tease these people. He pulls Derek back and kisses his mate sweetly.
"What was that for?" Derek is taken back, but seems content with it anyway.
"For being such a gentleman on my prom night." Stiles smiled. He leans in and kisses Derek again, moaning when Derek kisses back excitedly. He mentally snickers when he hears gasping voices behind them.
'Hell yeah! Stiles Stilinski brings a Hot Stuff to prom! Stiles Stilinski scores big time! Stiles Sti—'
"Bilinski!"
Stiles breaks away from his mate's bruising lips, turning his head to see Coach Finstock standing not far behind him. "Uhh yes, Coach?"
"No making out in the building! For God's sake, get a room."
Stiles clears his throat awkwardly, cheeks blushing furiously. "Yes, Coach. Sorry, Coach." Stiles practically drags Derek away from the scene.
"Bilinski?" Derek looks at Stiles teasingly.
"Long story. And don't you dare call me that! Or I'll put wolfs bane in your coffee." Stiles pointed out threateningly.
Derek smiles in amusement. "Noted."
They find the pack gathered at one big round table. Stiles greets them merrily, they all look very nice. The boys look gorgeous and the girls look flawless. Stiles chooses to ignore all the wolves' judging gaze at him, obviously they realize why Stiles was late.
"Seriously?" Erica raises her eyebrows at Derek, Derek only shrugs slyly. The Alpha herds his pregnant mate to one of the two empty chairs. After Stiles sits properly, Derek goes to fetch him a drink and some food.
The evening flies by and Stiles is having a good time. Some of his lacrosse buddies come by his table to greet him and the other boys. He enjoys the food, cherishes the happy faces of his friends, and his soul mate sits closely next to him. Finally, for one day everything is smooth in Stiles Stilinski's life.
The music beats through the hall as the DJ of the night starts his mixed jam. The dance floor is full of his schoolmates dancing with the groove. Not long after, his packmates join to the dancefloor.
"Derek, let's dance." Stiles clinged to his mate.
Derek scoffs. "No way."
"Aww, come on, it'll be fun.." Stiles pleaded, but Derek didn't budge.
"This isn't really my kind of music." Derek said.
Stiles pouts his lips. "Fine, but at least let me join the others."
Derek sighs. "You may go but please be careful, okay? Stay where I can see you."
Stiles rolls his eye. "Yes, Derek." Stiles kisses Derek on the cheek and smiles sadly. "If you change your mind, you know where I'll be." Stiles then stands up and makes his way into the dancing mass. He wraps his arms around his belly, protecting it from other people's movement.
He finds his pack mates dancing and laughing in the middle of the dance floor, he bumps them in the hips and grins widely. The others grin back happily at him and gather around him right away, blocking the other people from their pregnant Alpha's mate. Stiles moves his limbs crazily without so much thinking, letting the music take the lead. He shows Elvis moves, Mr. Roboto moves, Fisherman moves, and other moves that he can't really name.
He must dance like a pro because the others start giving him a weird look. But then, he is surprised when he hears Derek laugh right from behind him. Stiles smiles as brightly as the sun and he jumps into Derek's arms. "You're here!"
Derek shoots an amused look. "You dance like a drunken octopus, I can't help getting involved before you hurt yourself."
Stiles gapes in disbelief. "Rude! I shake the dance floor up!"
Derek just laughs and shakes his head.
"How dare—don't laugh at me! You don't even dance!" Stiles exclaimed.
Derek still grins and he raises one of his eyebrows teasingly. "Who says I don't?"
Stiles scoffs. "Oh I'm sorry, but I don't see you moving a muscle."
Derek leans into Stiles ears. "Let's see about that. The DJ will play my song soon." He whispered.
Stiles looks into Derek's eyes in wonder. "You requested a song?"
"Alright! People, are you having fun!?" The DJ suddenly shouted from the mic, Stiles pays attention at him as the people cheer loudly. "Woohoo! Alright, next song, I got a special request from Mr. Grumpy for his special someone, Little Snowball. Whoever you are, you better dance at this. This is Savage Garden with Truly Madly Deeply. Ladies and gentlemen, let your love fill the dance floor!"
Warm sensation creeps through Stiles' face as he listens to the intro of the romantic love song. Derek requested it for him. He doesn't know what to say. "I.. You.. I mean—"
Derek smirks playfully at his mate's surprised face. "Dance with me?"
People around him start picking their dance partner. Stiles gulps nervously, but nodding anyway.
'Oh my God. Derek Hale is asking me for a dance. On my prom night. Oh God.'
Sometimes Stiles needs a time to mentally slap himself on the face and reminds him that the sex-bomb Derek Hale is his mate. Because somehow, his heart still beats like crazy in moment like this.
"Hey, relax." Derek takes Stiles hands and puts them on his shoulders. He grips Stiles hips and pulls him closer, pressing their body together. Derek then wraps his arms around Stiles' waist protectively.
"It's practically just a hug, with a little bit extra movement. Calm down and enjoy this with me." Derek nudges Stiles' cheek softly with his nose, sighing in content. Stiles leans into the touch and wraps his arms around Derek's neck, closing his eyes as he breathes in Derek's scent. Their bodies sway slowly in sync.
"You really surprised me." Stiles whispered to Derek's ears, the skin of Derek's cheek is warm pressed on his. He can hear Derek laugh softly, his breathe tickles Stiles' skin.
"Just trying to catch up with you." Derek whispered. Stiles just smiles at that. He hides his face in Derek's neck and lets Derek's warmth embraces him like a protection blanket. He knows there are other people around them but it feels like there are just the two of them in Stiles' reality.
To have Derek hold him like this, with their unborn baby safe and sound between them, Stiles feels a comforting warmth in his chest. He sighs in content and tightens his hold on his mate.
"Oh Derek, you make me so happy.." He whispered to Derek's neck. Derek doesn't answer, but he turns his head and buries his lips in Stiles' hair. Stiles pulls back a bit to look at his mate's green eyes. The gaze tells him everything that Derek doesn't say. Stiles can feel Derek's love toward him radiating so strong from the intense eyes.
When he notices that Derek's head leans closer to him, Stiles closes his eyes and he leans in to meet his mate, letting Derek's lips take what's forever his.
They share sweet kisses as they sways slowly around the dance floor. And Stiles feels like swooning every time Derek swirls him around the dance floor. And if Coach Finstock dared to interrupt the blissful moment, 'Bilinski' would be extremely pissed. Because this is the best night of his life. So far.
Stiles has to swallow his disappointment when Derek has to leave so early in the next morning after one unforgettable night. Stiles didn't even get to seduce his mate last night like he secretly planned, because Stiles was out cold the second his head touched the pillow. The pregnancy drains his energy faster.
Even though it's Sunday, Derek has to inspect the final day of the annual hunters conference at the Argents. This afternoon, all the outside hunters should leave Beacon Hills.
Stiles is so reluctant to let his mate out of his bed that early, telling him to ask Allison to report in instead. But Derek insists he's the one who's powerful enough to make sure the each and every one of the hunters leave town, leaving no room for any hunter to argue and try to stay.
Stiles admits he doesn't like the hunters' presence in their territory, moreover, some of them disagree with how the Argents and Hale's pack share treaty of peace. Some of them think every werewolf is the same, that is a monster to kill.
So, Stiles lets Derek leave after one steamy have-a-nice-day kiss and a promise of a make-up date. Not long after, sleepy Scott and Isaac burst through his door and flop sloppily onto his bed, grumbling about cruel Alpha who woke them at inhumanly hour to do mate-sitting and snoring in a record time.
It only takes an hour of video games and comic books after breakfast before Stiles gets bored. And when Stiles is bored, ideas pop in his mind. That's why a couple of hours later, he drags Isaac and Scott into his jeep and drive off. Derek left without having breakfast, so Stiles will deliver a special home-made brunch filled with love and dedication of a true mate. He made extra too for Peter.
After some heavy consideration, which is to lessen the possibility of his mate's wrath, he lets Scott drive his jeep. Scott and Isaac, however, don't think Derek will be pleased. It's not that Stiles' gesture isn't nice, but it's due to the unsafe situation.
"Dude, I love you, but if Derek kills me, I'll haunt your closet and wreck your DC comic collection." Scott expressed his disagreement.
Stiles rolls his eyes. "You're exaggerating."
Isaac, who sits on the backseat, shakes his head. "Stiles, you don't understand, our job is to make sure you don't do anything stupid. And this is stupid."
Stiles gapes exasperatedly. "Is it wrong to take care of my mate's health?"
"Well yeah if you do it in a hunter's house. Which is now full of guest hunters. Who hate werewolves. While you're carrying a werewolf baby." Scott said while giving Stiles a look.
"Does it mean you don't want to see Allison?" Stiles raises his eyebrows at Scott. Scott's expression changes immediately. When Isaac sees it, he grabs Scott's shoulder from behind. "No! Bro, be strong! Don't give in!"
But Scott was already lost at the word 'Allison'. Stiles sits back and smirks in satisfaction, Scott is so easy. Mention Allison and he'll wave his fluffy tail on you like a good puppy.
Chris Argent is the one who opens the front door when they arrive. Chris doesn't look surprised to see Scott and Isaac, but he looks surprised to see Stiles. "I expected Derek would be more protective of his pregnant mate."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "Believe me, he is. This is a surprise." Stiles grins, gesturing the basket in his hand. Chris looks at the two Betas, Scott beams and keeps peaking over Chris' shoulder while Isaac just shrugs in defeat. He lets them in and leads them to the living room. They asks them to wait, the final meeting is being held in the dining room and Derek is inside.
Allison enters the living room not long after, Scott perks up like Christmas light and moves to take the her in his arms. They chat while they wait for Derek to come out.
In half an hour, Stiles starts to get restless and complain why they have to wait for so long. His shoulders drop when Allison says they probably have to wait until the meeting is over.
Stiles tells Allison, or begs precisely, that he just needs five minutes to hand over the basket to Derek. He shoots his sad big bambi eyes at Allison and says that Derek didn't eat breakfast yet and is probably very hungry right now. Allison sighs with an understanding smile on her face.
"Fine, but we can't interrupt the meeting. All we can do is peeking inside the dining room and hope that Derek will notice and leave the room to see us." She finally said. Stiles takes what he can get and follow Allison. They stop behind the wall next to the archway to the dining room and listen to bits of conversation inside.
"There's a new female alpha in Philadelphia, she made three male betas so far." One hunter said.
"Is she threatening?" Another asked.
"Not really, the males wanted the bite." The first one said, but doubt is in his voice. "Should we be concerned?"
"If she's well controlled and helps us protect the town, leave her alone." Stiles heard Chris suggested.
'I agree with that.' Stiles mentally agreed.
"What is this? Some werewolf preservation? Kill them, you schmuck." One hunter said.
Stiles gapes in disbelief at his opinion, he looks at Allison. Allison smiles sadly and whispers, "That's Irvin Steel. He's been trying to upset Derek and Peter since the beginning."
In curiosity, Stiles peeks silently to see the hunter. From the way he looks, he's a mid forty. The man is well built, has tan skin, and black messy hair with some strains of grey hair. He looks like older version of Rambo. He's arguing with Chris who thinks that as long as the female alpha doesn't do any harm to the citizens, they have no reason to demolish her.
"When werewolves bite, you kill them, or they'll spread like disgusting plague. Like those two dirty mutts lurking in the corner," he gestured at Derek and Peter, "just let me put wolfs bane bullets in their hearts."
Stiles grits his teeth. He can feel the two betas tense behind him.
"I already explained the condition to you, we have agreements." Chris pressed.
"What? Your little girl messing around with one of his abominations?" Steel mocked. Scott snarls murderously from behind the wall, Allison hushes him and calms him down.
Chris' eyes turn cold, "Watch it, Steel."
Steel just laughs tauntingly, some of them join him. They really piss Stiles off.
"So, Alpha Hale, I heard Miss Argent burned your family to ashes. I was so thrilled when the words reached my ears." Steel said.
Okay, scratch that, Stiles officially hates the guy.
"Why, Hale, I push the wrong button? I still wonder how loud their scream was until now."
"Steel, cut it out." Chris warned him.
Stiles peeks again to search his mate. He finds him and Peter stand on the corner of the room. Peter's expression is deadly cold. Derek doesn't move, but his face is all tensed and his palms fist so tightly. Stiles can feel it, his mate is hurt by the hunter's words.
"What, you're angry, Hale? You're free to show it. Come on, show us who you really are. Cold heartless beast." He taunted Derek.
Stiles turns to the others and hisses, "Why don't Derek and Peter talk back!?"
"They know the hunters did it on purpose, my dad told them before the conference that some of the hunters would probably try to bait them to attack. They search for even the slightest excuse to kill Derek and Peter, one of them is self-defense. The treaty allows that." Allison explained in whispers.
'Dammit!' Stiles clenched his jaw.
"And the fresh rumor is you have found your mate. Well, that's just ridiculous, I don't believe in mates. And, you know why..?" Steel stands up and steps closer to Derek, "because monsters like you can't love, more importantly, you don't deserve love. The only thing you deserve is annihilation. So, why don't you just die, Wolf? Just like your cursed family—" He's cut off by an arm spinning him around and a fist collided with his jaw.
"Why don't YOU just die!?" Stiles spits angrily at the hunter's face. His arms being held by Scott and Isaac who try to pull him away from the hunter.
"What the..." Steel moves forward to hit Stiles back, just to be blocked by wolfed out Derek growling at him. "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
Derek shoved him roughly away from Stiles, sending the hunter collided with the wall behind him. The other hunters stand abruptly and aim their guns at Derek in warning. The Betas wolf out and growl, ready to fight. They make a circle around Stiles who still glares murderously at Steel.
Steel stands straighter and rubs his bruised jaw. "It's him, isn't it? He's the Alpha's Mate… A human? Wow, when I thought the Alpha couldn't be more messed up."
Stiles pulls out his Desert Eagle from his back so fast that no one has predicted what he would do and shoots the hunter on the arm. Steel shouts in pain and falls to the floor.
"Argh! You crazy bastard!" He holds his bleeding arm and grunts on the cold tiles.
The other teenagers and the hunters, including Chris, stare at Stiles in shock. Derek turns his head and glares at his mate in disbelief. Peter looks like he wants to laugh so badly, but is trying to keep stoic.
Stiles just shrugs like he didn't just shoot a person, his expression is cold and innocent.
"What? He pissed me off."
If anybody thinks the protectiveness just goes one way from Derek to him, they are bloody wrong.
To be continued...
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Stay a sourwolf ~AlphaHook