So I've got a bunch of like chapters all brewing at the same time. Some are my ideas, others were inputted by others. This one was suggested by one of my awesome reviewers. Tossed the idea around in my head, and well here is the outcome of said idea. So the reviewer I'm not sure if they want me to mention their name but you'll know who you are.

I scratched so many parts in this chapter and rewrote it then backtracked then forward tracked. I must've rewritten it like about I'd say five times. I weighed so many options and I actually liked the way this turned out, even though I had another idea in my head I stuck with this one because instinct told me too.

And you know, the floor is still open for you guys to leave your ideas/suggestions on what you want to see. I'll try my hardest to conjure them up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

Warning: Definite, full blown, mention of male pregnancy there is no need to tilt your head or squint.

Summary: Stiles has news to share with Derek

Stiles stared down at the kitchen counter in a daze. The past few mornings Stiles' best friend has been the toilet seat. Passing it off as the stomach flu Stiles didn't think anything of it. But when he threw up for the fifth time that week, plus being as Scott coined "moody as hell" he finally went to the doctor. Stiles was connived the doctor was loony. Pregnant is what the doctor said. Pregnant. There was no way in hell he was pregnant. His husband (mate) being a werewolf, well that was a little you know insane. But pregnant that was off the chart insane, like the land of Narnia insane.

Stiles looked at the paperwork that was laid out on the counter. He was healthy, everything was in check. Everything was fine. Well I mean, would being pregnant count under the being fine category. I mean how the hell did it happen? Is it even possible?

There is no way!

What will his dad say?

More importantly how will Derek react?

Stiles didn't even notice or hear Derek enter he was too busy questioning himself. He wasn't even aware that his heart beat had escalated till Derek was by him. The werewolf had grabbed hold of Stiles, turning the brunette so that he was facing him. "Stiles! Stiles what's wrong?" Derek breathed in panic.

Stiles shook his head, eyes focusing on his Derek. "Oh, hey everything is fine..well..um-I-I think it's fine."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I went to the doctors today you know, to see why I've been throwing up."

Derek eyes widened in panic, hands flew up and began to roam Stiles' body. Checking to see if anything was wrong. "Der, I'm fine the doctor says I'm perfectly healthy," Stiles breathed.

Derek sighed in relief. "Okay well, then why are you making it sound like it's not Stiles?"

"Well see…," the younger man trailed off.

"Yes?"

"Derek, I'm pregnant."

THUD

"Derek!" Stiles cried out.

The lycan had fallen to the floor. The great Derek Hale had fainted. Stiles kneeled down hovering over the older man, he shook him. Stiles was shocked, Derek was strong person, nothing fazed him too much. And if it did he had to big and major. Other than that he was usually calm about certain situations. "Derek," Stiles whispered.

Derek groaned.

"Derek, wake up," Stiles said.

Derek's eyes flew open as he stared into Stiles' brown ones. "Stiles?"

Stiles breathed. "Oh god, you scared me."

"What happened?" Derek asked.

"Well you fainted."

Derek moaned, hand coming up to scratch his head as he recalled the last few seconds before he hit tile. Everything hit him hard. Stiles wasn't sick, he was healthy. But did the man really say he was pregnant. "Stiles, please tell me I'm hearing things."

"No, you heard right."

"But..wait-I mean-jeez..how?"

"I don't know."

"Sty, correct me if I'm wrong, last I checked you were a guy."

Stiles glared down at him. "I am!"

Derek nodded. "Okay, then how-how the fuck are you pregnant."

"Oh gee Derek, I forgot to tell you, I lied, I'm actually a girl."

Derek's eyes widened. "You are?"

"Derek! NO!" Stiles growled out, "Are you an idiot or something?"

"Hey, forgive me okay, my mate, my husband who happens to be a male just told me he was pregnant."

Stiles huffed. "Oh, let's totally disregard my shock I'm the one that is carrying the child!"

Derek let out a sigh, eyes staring at the ceiling. The two sat in silence, minutes past, neither of them moving or saying anything. After about five minutes Derek reached a hand up. He touched Stiles' shoulder, gliding his hand down till he reached the teen's stomach. He then moved, sliding his hand under the fabric, touching his mate's skin. Hand splayed out on Stiles stomach, resting there. He looked up at Stiles, "So you're pregnant," Derek breathed out.

Stiles nodded.

"So there's a baby in there?"

Stiles nodded again. "I would assume so."

Derek looked down where his hand lay. "Mine?"

"Yeah," Stiles breathed. "Yours."

"Emerson," Derek whispered out rubbing circles on Stiles' stomach.

"What?" Stiles said in confusion.

Derek looked up at Stiles with a smile. "I like the name Emerson."

Stiles rested a hand on top of Derek's. "John."

Derek looked at Stiles with confusion. "What?"

"Emerson John," Stiles whispered.

"I see we're both on the same page here."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah."

Derek leaned over, leaning on his side he lifted up Stiles' shirt. He looked up at Stiles with a smile he then leaned over placing a gentle kiss on Stiles' stomach. "Emerson John Stilinski-Hale," he said softly

"I like it," Stiles said.

Derek looked up at Stiles with a grin, "Me too."

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