I woke slowly, my alarm hasn't blared at me yet, but there's movement in my bed.
Derek is sitting at the edge of my bed with his back to me, the sheets keeping his modesty. The thought made me want to snort because Derek Hale and modest don't go in a sentence together.
"Hey," I mumble sleepily, stretching my arms over my head.
"I'm sorry." He glances at her, his eyes their normal hazel color now. The haze had passed.
"For what?" I wouldn't let him apologize for last night. I consented, he was beyond prepared for it, so what is there to apologize for? "I said it was okay, didn't I?"
I wiggled until I was close enough to touch his back.
"You'll have my baby soon." He answered as if that explained everything. Which. . . it did, but . . . it didn't.
"I willingly chose to let you swipe my v card after your 'need a pack' ramblings. I chose you the same way you chose me, dude. The way I see it, you're in the clear."
"You're sixteen, Stiles. What sixteen year old wants a baby?" He challenged, tension in his shoulders.
"One that won't have that possibility when she gets older." I responded evenly. I hated talking about this, but if I had to dredge it up so he would understand that this wasn't a fleeting whim then I would.
He froze, not expecting that answer. His body turned to face me better.
"I have the same condition my mother did. She was physically unable to have more children and conceiving me was hard for her. I've talked to my doctors and they gave me a window. At or after twenty five I will not be able to have healthy children." I swallowed, pushing the memories away. "I told my dad that I would have at least one child before I'm twenty, so he would have time to accept it."
"There's a distinct difference between sixteen and twenty, Stiles." He groused.
I rolled my eyes. He was such a sour wolf. "Originally, I was going to try when I was around seventeen or eighteen. If I hadn't found a suitable partner sooner. Well, ta-da!"
He didn't look at all impressed with my jazz hands. To be fair, one of them was close to smacking him in the face. . . .so there was that.
I sighed. Fine, growly glower face.
"Look, the guys my age or even the ones that know me wouldn't go for me. Like you said, no sixteen year old wants a kid, except for me. I want the dad to be in their life when the disease progresses and no one else I know qualifies. So, you breed me when the time is right and we get what we both want. I don't see the issue with that."
He scowled.
"I can tell my age is hard for you to get over, but if that's your only problem we can handle that."
"I doubt your father will be thrilled."
"He will be angry for a while, but he understands. If I wait until I'm older or I fall in love, I might not have them period. That's not something I want to risk. He knows that, too. You don't have to worry about him kicking me out or anything, I promise."
Derek rubbed a hand over his face.
I wiggled until I was pressed against his back, I was getting cold and was in a lazy mood. I don't want to put clothes on right now.
"I bit Jackson." He admitted in the silence.
"Did it take?" I asked, unsure how I felt about Jackson being part of the pack. He'd been an entitled jock and an asshole every day I've known him. I can't see him following Derek's orders.
"I don't know." He sighed. "I threw him into the lake and ran here, I needed to see you."
I giggled, the visual a pleasant one. "I'll check on him today. How many betas in total do you want to turn? Any specific number?"
He shook his head. "I will bite anyone that asks, as long as they are fit for this life. I wasn't thinking clearly when I bit Jackson, but I plan to choose my other betas more carefully."
"I won't say I blame you." I agreed casually, finally sliding put of bed when I caught sight of the time. "He's head strong and an ass on his best days, but on his worst days he is intolerable. I also know that you were most likely in that haze thing when you did it, so you aren't completely at fault for that."
I needed to at least rinse the sweat off my body if I didn't have time for a full shower. I grabbed clothes that smelled okay and looked decent. "I want you to live here, if you don't find somewhere else suitable for living and raising the kids."
He grunted, which I took because he wasn't big on talking that much anyway.
"Do you want to meet up after school or do you have plans?" I ask, figuring if he wanted to avoid a verbal answer he can shake his head.
"I'm hunting for more betas, the urge hasn't quite gone away, yet." He admitted quietly.
I nodded, I respected that.
"I'll keep an eye out, see if there's viable options in my circle or somewhere close." I offer to help ease his mind.
The relief on his face was enough for me.
I rinse off in the bath tub as quick as I physically could, using lukewarm warm water to save on time.
I definitely wanted breakfast after last night, my stomach was interested in digesting my spine. I ate cereal and toasted some toaster strudels to take with me. If I couldn't finish them, Scott would scarf them down.
The cruiser was gone, so I called goodbye to Derek on my way out of the house.
Scott appreciated my offering of food and scarfed three strudels on the ride to school. He whined about and pined over Allison the. Entire. Ride. I began a chant in my head about not killing Scott because he is my friend and I usually love his puppy ass five minutes into the drive.
Today was going to be a looong day.
