There was nothing better than waking up next to Derek. Well, actually there was one thing, waking up next to Derek with food. Something about waking up to the smells of eggs and bacon just puts Stiles in a good mood. "What's this for?" Stiles asked suspiciously through a mouthful of waffles. "I don't remember you doing anything that requires groveling?"

"As eloquent as always this morning, I see." smirked Derek, setting down his coffee and picking up a napkin to dab at the food spilling out the side of Stiles' mouth. "I have to go into work today, but Lydia called and said something about wanting to design the nursery and wanting to ask you to help her."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't she be helping us?" It wasn't so much the fact that Stiles particularly wanted to design a nursery or thought that he'd be any good at it anyway, but still, this was their baby. They should be doing this stuff right?

Derek shrugged. "I figure we can help her out and actually have an input in the designs or shhe'll just go around our back and do it anyways." And, yeah that would probably be how it turned out anyway. Lydia was just that strong willed of a person. Stiles figured that's what made her such a good witch in the first place.

"What time is she coming over?" Stiles asked shoving another strip of bacon into his mouth, "I was planning on going to see Deaton today. He said he'd teach me about pixies and Fairy Rings the next time I came up here."

They talked like this far about an hour, just domestic things that Stiles had really missed during his time away. Then Derek kissed him on the head (Stiles pulling him back for a deeper kiss when he tries to pull away, to which Derek's only response was 'You taste like bacon') and Derek was off to work. He didn't really need the job since the insurance money Derek inherited was more than enough to live comfortably the rest of his life, but Derek liked having something to do that didn't involve putting his life in danger all the time. That's what made his job at the local mechanic's was perfect for him. It kept his idle hands busy and the hours were reasonable. As Stiles made his way the shower images of Derek in his wife beater and grease all over his tight muscles danced through his head. Images of Derek lifting heavy things around the shop. Images of him grunting and sweating while he tightened something in the engine he was working on. And, if Stiles spent a little longer in the shower than was strictly necessary, well who was there to judge him.

Lydia had a lot of great ideas for the baby's room. She'd already picked out the room (the one just across the hall from the Master bedroom where he and Derek slept) and a paint color (a soft orange color since the sex of the baby wasn't yet determined) and had everything else planned down to a T. The only real question on Stiles' mind was why does he even need to be there? It seemed like hours of Lydia comparing different color swatches that looked exactly the same and deciding whether they should do a mural on the wall. Thankfully, Lydia got a text from Jackson right about the time that Stiles was about to explode because he really didn't care if the rocking chair was pine or rosewood because he probably wouldn't ever use it anyway.

"Alright, I guess I have to get going." she sighed collecting all her samples and notebooks filled with ideas for the room (and how she already had so many in just three days, Stiles wasn't even going to begin to ask). Stiles stood up with her, arching his stiff back. "So, I can't come over tomorrow, but we'll make plans for later this week to finish the plans ok?"

"Wait, there's more?!" Stiles exclaimed. She just smiled and pulled out a book handing it to him with a knowing look.

"Here" She says as Stiles takes the book and examined the title. What to Expect When You're Expecting. Stiles almost bold face laughs at the title because yes, everyone expects to be curse by a witch and magically become pregnant. In fact, it happens so often there's probably even a section in the book about it. "Most of the things in there probably won't be of much help because you're a guy and your baby's probably a werewolf," Lydia continues "but even so, I know you like being informed." She shrugs. Picking up he overstuffed bag she leans in to give him a hug, "Don't take everything in there too seriously, ok?" And then she's out the door.

Derek doesn't even make it into the driveway before he hears the panicked heartbeat and rapid breathing that could only belong to Stiles. He scans the area for any sign of threat as he bolts out of the car and into the house. He doesn't hear anything and the only smell in the house besides theirs is Lydia's and it was hours old. Regardless of the sense it made, Stiles was still panicking as Derek made his way up the stairs to their bedroom where he found Stiles curled up in the comforter with a book open in front of him.

"Stiles, what's the matter? What happened?" Derek was asking, drawing the his smaller form close to his body. Derek heard his breathing ease and heartbeat slow just a bit.

"I-I can't….it….babies." Stiles wasn't making any sense.

"Stiles, what is it? What can't you do?" Derek asked a slight annoyance creeping up over his worry. Why couldn't Stiles just give him a straight answer?

"I can't have a baby!" Stiles practically yells. "Do you know how long you have to endure giving birth? 14 hours! Sometimes longer! 14 hours of 57 Dels of pain. Did you know that's the equivalent of breaking 20 bones in your body at once?! I've broken bones! It hurts! I don't want to go through that again."

Derek looked at him completely dumbfounded. "Stiles, where are you getting this information?"

Stiles merely picks up the book and shoves it at Derek before continuing on his rants.

"And did you know you can grow an entire show size when you're pregnant. I like my shoes. I don't want to have to get rid of them. Then there's the weight gain. I've never been more than 130 pounds, I'm going to gain like 30! I've never been so concerned with my weight but still, 30 pounds is a lot to gain in only a few months. And then there's the fact that I could be pregnant for over a year! I can't do someth-"

Derek placed a hand over Stiles mouth to stop him from continuing. "I'm taking this book away from you and burning it and then I'm going to kill Lydia for even bringing it into the house. Stiles you can't take anything in this book too seriously. It's just a silly book for worried people to get them to buy more things. I promise you that our kid will be taken care of. You can trust me on that right?" Stiles nodded and Derek moved his hand away from Stiles' mouth to replace it with his lips. It started as a simple comforting kiss, but deepened as both their hunger grew. In a matter of minutes, there was tongue and biting involved as Derek pressed Stiles into the bed. They were both panting slightly when they finally pulled back for air.

"I should go burn this now." Derek says pulling away a little more. Stiles made a little protesting whine before pulling the burly sourwolf back down for another kiss. "Sex now, burn later." It didn't take much convincing on Stiles part to get Derek to stay.

It was no surprise that they were a little late for their dinner at the Sheriff's house. Their little expenditure in the bedroom had led to the shower and them back into the bedroom where Derek absolutely would not let Stile put on any clothes. Eventually, they had managed to get into Derek's Camaro, clean and dressed, and made their way into town. When they finally showed up (only fifteen minutes late thanks to Derek's Daredevil driving skills) dinner was just being pulled out of the oven.

"Wow dad, that smells great. I didn't even know you could cook." Stiles exclaimed.

"Yes, because I've been starving the whole time you've been gone a college." The Sheriff remarked in his dry humor. And people seriously wonder where Stiles gets his sense of sarcasm.

"Dad, I think we both know that Melissa has been a great asset on that field." Stiles said raising a knowing brow. His father just mumbled something as he walked back into the kitchen and he and Derek followed him.

"So, any new developments in the baby area?" asked the sheriff as he started filling the plates with generous helpings of lasagna and, wow, actual healthy vegetables.

"What you mean since yesterday?" Stiles snarked as Derek took the plate offered to him. "No, dad, I have to go see Deaton later this week and I'll be sure to call you if anything changes." Stiles took the plate offered to him and then reached for the serving utensil attempting to take another serving.

"And what are you doing?" the Sheriff said slapping the large spoon out of his son's hands.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm eating for two." Stiles said defiantly, grabbing for the spoon again. "You gave me half a Stiles' Serving let alone for two."

Slapping his hand away again with a huff, the sheriff gave his son a bitchface of great proportions. "Son, you're not the only one who does research around here. You only need like 300-400 calories extra. That's like a bagel and some yogurt. So, no, just eat."

Stiles was not pouting as he relinquished his hold on the serving spoon and started in on his pitiful serving for one. "You're taking all the fun out of this."

"What do you mean son? I'm just trying to look after you like you looked after me for all these years." And the grin he got from his father let Stiles know he was going to regret all those time that he had denied his father bacon or curly fries, ever. He just managed to bite back a groan.