Mk, I have a confession to make. I actually have not read a lot of M-pregs (for any fandom) and I don't usually like the ones I do. So, that's why it's getting a little hrader for me to write this story. Every time Stiles talks about having a kid it just is weird for me. Now I promise I will finish this story (because I really want you to meet Stiles' little werebaby) but please forgive me for the time between each chapter. I'm getting there I promise.
P.S. Next chapter we get to go to Deaton's and see how the baby is doing.
Usual Disclaimer
Stiles' hormones had been pretty balanced so far. There were times when he'd find himself overly upset or stressed over something small, but Derek always seemed to there to calm him down. It was about half a month into Stiles' unplanned pregnancy that his father dug up some if his old Disney movies from the basement. It seemed like a good idea at the time to have a Disney movie watching marathon while Derek was at work. Stiles hadn't watched them since he was about nine (about the time his mum had died and he put away his childish things⦠well most of them). So, Stiles decided that it would be great to watch them all again.
That was a very bad idea because he'd forgotten how soulless the animators at Disney truly were. It was the metaphorical Righteous Man who broke the seal. Derek came home that evening to find Stiles curled up on the couch balling his eyes out as Simba watched his father die.
"Why would they even put that into a kid's movie?" Stiles exclaimed through gross sobbing. Derek came to sit next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder.
"Is this really what you've been doing all day?" He asked, taking in the mountain of tissues and open chip bags and candy wrappers strewn all over the living room table. "The last time I saw you surrounded by this many tissues was when I accidently popped in on you unexpectedly as a teenager."
Stiles laughed because yeah that's a joke, sort of, and then he was laughing and crying at the same time and COME ON how do you even do that? But eventually the laughing won out and Stiles wrapped his arms around his big sourwolf and snuggled into his chest. He may have mumbled something along the lines of 'I'm so happy you're here with me.' because Derek definitely said "Yeah, me too."
The hormones didn't stop there unfortunately. Stiles thought that it wouldn't affect him as much because he was guy, but he was so wrong. Girls must have built up immunity to this type of thing because Stiles was just snapping at everyone about everything. And he was getting fat! Something that Peter, Derek's psycho uncle, felt the need to point out when he came visiting during one of the pack meetings.
"Putting on a little weight there Stiles?" Peter smirked as he made his way into the house. Derek was tense next to him where he sat on the couch, but was trying not to show it and the others shifted their stance slightly ready for trouble. Whether the crazy ex-alpha or Stile was the more dangerous threat they had yet to find out.
"What are you doing here, Peter?" Derek growled shifting slightly to put himself between Stiles and Peter just a bit more. A move that Peter didn't miss at all.
"Well, I just heard that there was going to be a new addition to the family and I just thought I should come by and see that everything was taken care of seeing as I'm the only one that knows anything about werewolf pregnancies that you know of." Shifting his gaze around Derek to Stiles he asks "And how are you feeling?"
Stiles could feel his face twitch slightly in annoyance as he responded, "Just peachy." With as much sarcasm as he could muster.
"Oh now," Peter tusked at Stiles taking on a disapproving tone "there is no need for hostilities. I'm only here to help."
"I don't need a psychopath's help. We're doing just fine." Stiles said narrowing his eyes at the man standing in their living room like it he stared long and hard enough he would just disappear.
"With a face like yours, I would be careful who I insult." Peter says his smile dropping a little.
"Well, I'd call you a cunt, but you lack the warmth and depth." Stiles snarked back. Derek place a warning hand on Stiles arm and the others seem to be content watching the two of them hacking it out. Maybe they were just happy to see Stiles' hormone-fueled sass turned on someone else for a change. "Besides," Stiles continued "You're one to talk. Your face looks like it was set on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork."
"You know you're not obnoxious like so many other people- you are obnoxious in a completely different way and far worse."
"You know, I'd love to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
"Well, you're about as helpful as a black highlighter or a book on how to read."
"I've found rotting bodies that are less offensive than you."
"You know, anyone who told you to be yourself couldn't have given you worse advice."
"You know the two things I dislike about you most? Your faces."
"Yeah, well, you're about as useful as Ann Frank's drum set."
"You know how I can tell that you're lying? Your lips are moving."
"You have an inferiority complex- and it's totally justified."
"I know you always have an ear to the ground. So, how's life in the gutters?"
"You're not yourself today. I noticed the improvement immediately."
The pack watched them like it was a freaking tennis match, each of them throwing out an insult and the other matching their wit. The tension in the room built to the point that you could cut it with a knife. Finally Derek just yelled, "ENOUGH!"
Both of the men turned to look at him. His eyes were glowing red as he stared the two of them down. "Peter, this isn't helping at all. If you really want to help, go talk to Deaton. Give him whatever information you can because you aren't doing any good here."
Stiles was busy giving him a triumphant smile when Derek pulled him out of the room. "What has gotten into you?" Derek growled when they were out of sight of the rest of the pack (like that meant anything). Stile heard the door shut before giving Derek an incredulous look. "Um, a baby?" The taller man resisted an eye roll because yeah he had kind of walked right into that one.
"I mean, what do you think you're doing provoking Peter like that?"
Stiles gaped at him. "Me?! He called me FAT! I mean I know he's right, but I'm having a kid. You can't just say things like that to me. And, anyway, shouldn't you be standing up for me because soon I won't be able to stand up period and boy is that going to be-"
"Stiles!" Derek cut him off. "Relax, I was just going to suggest that you spend sometime with your dad. I mean he's had more experience with-" Derek was going to say this sort of thing, but then again, probably not "-with pregnancies than anyone else here."
"Yeah, but he hides all the junk food I know he's been eating since I left." Stiles pouted, but with a look from Derek he conceded. "Fine, but only for a little bit right?"
"Right." confirmed Derek.
"And you'll be there with me?" Stiles prompted.
"Every step of the way."
