Hi Everyone-Another New Chapter and the one I think that you've all been waiting for! I'm sorry that this chapter and the last took so long but my computer charger broke and the new one took ages to arrive so... however I am back to regular updates.

Thank You all so much for your reading, reviews, favourites and follows we are nearly at the end of this story-only a few more chapters left!

This chapter is mostly from Jackson's point of view-I think that Jackson was a brilliantly complex character and brilliantly played-everyone they have ever tried to pair with Lydia has failed drastically in my opinion since this pairing.

I think that Jackson has been spoilt but never really loved and I think that's what makes him the way he is.

I have tried to keep this medically relevant however I am not nor will I ever be a medical student so I apologise if this isn't accurate.

Baby Whittemore is human-I have a headcannon of him as a banshee but seeing as Lydia didn't see the signs until she was seventeen lets just say that it's a dormant gene.

And As for the baby name I have to say that was (and still am) on a Merlin marathon so that's the reason-some of the names are chosen by me and others by a the person who asked for this story.

Disclaimer-I own nothing just these adorable Teen Wolf Children

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Chapter 11-Arthur Jackson

After being told her injuries are too severe to conceive Lydia is amazed to discover that she is pregnant

He wakes up and all he can smell is fear, it's mixed with that warm vanilla scent that he loves so much and his stomach turns because he knows that smell is pouring off Lydia. It forces him awake if nothing else.

Through blurry eyes he can see her, her red hair is scattered out of its plat and her green eyes are wide with fear, she watches him arms shaking where they've been tied behind her and all Jackson wants to do is crawl over to her and let her curl into his lap.

He manages a small smile and she lets out a small sob smiling back uncaring of the circumstances.

Then the doors open.

They each seem to pick a target and Jackson tries not to flinch as he sees pain after pain inflicted on his pack, tries not to imagine what Brett and Isaac and Sean are going through watching their mates poked and prodded with an electric cattle prod.

The screams are enough to make his stomach turn.

Then one of them Adrian (and Jackson snarls his teeth bared because that little shit was the reason why they were in this mess-he had betrayed Lydia. And why would you do that? If Jackson was ever lucky to get Lydia again he would spend the rest of his life worshiping the ground she walked on), Walked over to them his smile wide and carrying one of those cattle prods.

Jackson snarled bracing himself for the pain, but Adrian instead turned to Lydia forcing her to her feet the chains making it awkward and probably bruising her skin. In one quick moment he had ripped the middle of Lydia's checked shirt in two exposing her lace bra to the frigid temperatures and the rest of the pack.

And Jackson just knew with one of the most sickening feelings he had ever experienced what was coming next.

It didn't mean he didn't try to stop it.

Jackson screamed when the prod came down on Lydia's bare stomach, he screamed when she screamed, he cried when she cried and he begged for it to stop when she did. When they finally let Lydia go she was unconscious and as injured as Liam was he moved his shoulder so her head could have somewhere to rest.

Jackson sobbed salty tears running down his face chocking his throat. "Lydia" he sobbed crooning over her name like a prayer "My girl, my love Lydia"

He kept muttering all hope lost unable to think or concentrate on anything dependant on the sight of Lydia's burnt chest rising and then the door creaked open again and Jackson knew all hope was truly lost…

And that was the moment that Jackson Whittemore woke up with a start.

He sat up breathing shallowly a cold sweat forming on his chest soaking the thin cotton shirt he slept in. He forced himself to take a deep breath stretching himself upwards and rubbing his hands over his shaking face. He couldn't keep doing this. Living through the nightmare attempting to pretend that he was invincible when really ever night he woke up terrified was taking a toll on him.

Jackson turned taking another big gulp of air and he turned to face the other side of the bed. There Lydia was sleeping her red hair loose in one of Jackson's old Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team shirt and a pair of purple boxer shorts. She was curled into the cream duvet that was spread on Jackson's bed and when she was sleeping sprawled out and curled up she looked years younger.

Dragging himself out of bed he staggered into the bathroom that the two of them shared wincing at the harshness of the light. There was a small pause before "Jackson?" it was a small whisper, a question, and Jackson forced a smile turning to wrap around his arms around her. Whatever question Lydia was going to ask was drowned out by the thin weedy cry of baby Maddie hungry for her bottle. Lydia flinched.

"I'm sorry" she whispered softly "I won't be able to ever give you that" she paused "You deserve better than me" she said detaching herself from Jackson to sit on the bed. Jackson sighed softly sitting next to her and pulling her into his arms, "You deserve better than me" he whispered pulling her into his lap pressing a kiss into her vanilla scented hair (trust Lydia to find Vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner) "I have you Lyd" he said reverently pressing kisses-turning her neck back so he could press them into her face. "If I have you, then I can live through anything"

Lydia whimpered in the darkness cuddling back to Jackson's chest pressing a small kiss to the vein in his neck. Jackson closed his eyes in pleasure. "Let's go to sleep" he said wrapping Lydia in his quilt. "No" she whispered straddling him playfully "Let's do something different" and she leaned back pulling her shirt off and Jackson smiled reverently, feeling his wolf roar in approval.

And then something had gone wrong. A few days afterwards Lydia began to throw up, violently and without warning. And it only got worse.

On the third week of these symptoms, Jackson had enough and packed a weak Lydia into the car and drove straight to Melissa's place.

Mrs McCall had never judged Jackson about how he had treated Scott when he had been under the Kanima's influence nor had she judged him before that. She examined Lydia with professional decorum and once she had felt Lydia's glands and her stomach and asked her questions about her menstrual cycle (which Jackson couldn't understand what that was to do with any of her symptoms) then she turned to them a small smile in place.

"Well it looks like my original diagnosis was incorrect. Lydia I do believe that your pregnant"

There was a pause as both Jackson and Lydia stared and then Jackson fainted in a dead shock.

"Are you happy?" Lydia asked that night as Jackson pressed small butterfly kisses on her stomach lips brushing against the scars that were red and glaring. Jackson grinned looking up "I have you" he said sliding up to Lydia's height. "And you are pregnant with my child" he paused his face splitting in a grin "How could I not be happy?"

The next four months became a haze of love and warm spring sunshine that showered both Jackson and Lydia in a blaze of bliss. It was during these months that Lydia's belly began to swell in a small cute bump that Jackson loved to feel with his hands, loved to let him feel his child grow under his hands.

It was during these days when once she learned that she was pregnant Lydia became alive, she smiled more, managed to wear clothes that did show her scars and managed to almost continue with life.

And then it all went to shit.

It was around the sixth month when it happened. Lydia sat up with a large gasp and then a low scream. Jackson sat up flicking the light on the whole of his mind in overdrive. And then he saw the blood on the sheets.

Oh god this couldn't be happening, Jackson had just got his life back on track. His wolf was screaming Protect, Protect, Mate, Pup…

The hospital was quite when Danny came. Jackson had rang him and had left the pack to their own devices. Derek was in the car in case something went wrong and he had to take over as Alpha but right now Jackson and Danny were both sat in the darkened corridors unable to look at each other.

"She went into a false labour" Jackson said after a long time voice drawn wrought with fear and worry. "They managed to save the baby but Lydia's unconscious and Jesus Danny all that blood…" he paused unable to do speak before turning to Danny "I can't lose her Dan" he muttered "I could barely live through the last time" Dan sighed letting Jackson lean into him-the one sign of weakness between the two of them.

"Lydia is a fighter" he said softly "Your baby is a fighter, everything is going to be alright Jack" he said cuffing the back of Jackson's neck the way he had seen the other pack members do for each other. "Now go and see your girlfriend and your baby"

And Danny watched through the window as Jackson curled around his girlfriend's body looking hollow and empty but still making sure that there was a smile on his face when Lydia did eventually wake up.

The next three months had been a blur. In reality they had been long and with Lydia on bed rest it had been tiring for most of the whole pack. Melissa had determined that because of her injuries inflicted by Adrian they had internally messed up her pregnancy and that had been the cause of her bleeding. But the bed rest was taking its toll.

So when Lydia called for him one windy day in September to tell him that it was time Jackson was more than a little relieved.

Melissa took one look at Lydia's belly which standing square as a box and turned to Jackson "Lydia I need to get this baby out, and quick however I'm gonna do a C-Section" she turned to Jackson "It'll be easier this way" she muttered "At least her injuries won't affect her delivery" she said and looking at Lydia writhing and screaming in pain her body contorting with the contractions Jackson felt his wolf screaming to be free, to be with it's mate but found himself unable to put up a fight when Derek dragged him from the room.

Maybe it was hours later-in truth to Jackson it felt like months slipping into years by the time Melissa came out with a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket her face grey with exhaustion.

"It was easy" she said passing the baby to Jackson "Lydia's asleep and this little one is perfectly heathy" and with that she collapsed exhausted into a chair.

The baby was small and warm in Jackson's arms snuffling into the blanket. His eyes were open and a bright green-the exact colour of Lydia's and his hair was a small tuff of strawberry blonde, but his nose and his wide gaze were all Jackson's and suddenly the wolf felt a bubble of laughter in his throat because for the first time in nearly twenty three years he realised that this alien emotion he felt coursing through his veins was happiness.

For the first time in his life he felt completely happy and carefree. And if someone told him later on that he had cried when holding his son for the first time he would have hit them.

Hard. Repeatedly.

"Did you have a name for him?" Danny asked standing next to him-always giving Jackson his support without question. He shrugged still clutching his son to his chest "Lydia liked the name Arthur for a boy" he admitted "But I always thought that it was a bit old-fashioned but you know what Dan?" he said smiling through his tears "I think Arthur's beautiful"

Danny clapped him on the back and Jackson gently manoeuvred Arthur so he could use his other hand to open the door that was keeping him from Lydia. He fingered the ring in his pocket. The same ring he had bought in London and had hid for all these years convinced the one person that he wanted would never want him back and smiled.

"Come on Arthur" he whispered pressing a small kiss to his son's head "Let's go and see Mommy"

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Next Chapter-Brett and Liam are thrusted into the big new world of parenting when someone shows up on their doorstep claiming to need their help.