Author's notes: So I got a review asking for mpreg. I am nothing if not dutiful to my readers. Thus - ta dam! -mpreg angsty fluff - sorry no slash this time since - yey! - puppies! Hope you guys like. Drop me a line if you do. Even ifyou don't. I wanna know what you think so I can do better next story.
Love,
Emy
"Ugh! I feel sick!" Stiles whined after throwing up his lunch. Derek eyeballed him, one eyebrow shooting into his hairline. Stiles smelled off lately. And it wasn't just the puking he'd been doing. And doing a lot of. It was something else. Deeper. It kind of scared Derek, but the Wolf almost purred in pleasure every time he caught a wiff of Stiles' recent scent. Derek did not understand. Even the pups had noticed the change in Stiles. They all worried about the human.
"This stomach bug better go away soon! " Stiles whined again bringing Derek out of his thoughts.
"You should go see a..."
"Derek. If you say doctor one more time, I swear to god..."
"Ok. Melissa." Derek crossed his arms over his chest.
"Same difference. I'm fine..."
"No, you're not. And it worries me... You are only human and..."
Stiles actually groaned and slammed the bathroom door shut in his face. Derek sighed, his head falling to his chest.
"You're more stubborn than a five year old!" He growled through gritted teeth.
"THEN GO FIND YOURSELF A MATE THAT'S SUBMISSIVE!" Stiles yelled at him before retching again. Derek sighed. He'd learned long ago to choose his battles when it came to his mate.
"Dude!" Scott shoved Stiles' shoulder the following week, when his sickness still hadn't gone away. "You have to see a doctor..."
"Pup, let him be." Derek sighed and approached them. Scott let out a little growl.
"He's my best friend - I worry about him!" He snapped Derek's way. Derek simply lifted an amused brow at his young beta.
"And he's my mate." The conversation ended with an alpha stare and a beta whimper.
"Play nice." Stiles whispered into his pillow knowing fully well that both werewolves would hear him. Derek sat on the bed besides him, a gemtle hand stroking the small of Stiles' back, pulling away the pain in his stomach. His Wolf streched out like a lazy cat touching his mate gently, almost purring in happiness and pride. It inhaled deeply, holding his mate's new smell deep inside of hia lungs for as long as Derek's could resist.
That was the exact moment when Derek put two and two together and realized what was wrong with Stiles. His instinctive reaction was to freeze up.
"What's wrong?" Stiles mumbled into his pillow sensing his tension. Derek suddenly stood.
"I'm calling Deaton over." He declared and stalked out of the room before Stiles had time to object. He did, however, hear the pup utter a small "finally" as he sat by his best friend's side.
Derek almost crushed the fragile smart phone due to his anger / concern / fear / terror of losing his mate. Deaton answered after the second ring and Derek simply growled at him before ending the phone conversation and tossing his phone to yhe couch.
"Get over here. Now. Stiles. Is. Sick."
Deaton got to Derek's loft in 20 minutes flat. His smile was still there but Derek could smell his worry. In the back of his mind his Wolf snickered and called him an idiot. Their mate was strong and capable, why did he need to call an incompetent vet? Derek held the eyeroll in. He could not really roll his eyes at himself. That would have been stupid. His Wolf snickered again.
"Where's Stiles?" Deaton asked cockily.
"Bed."
"What's wrong with him?" Derek put on his poker face.
"He... he smells..." Derek took a deep breath. "He smells pregnant." He said quickly. Deaton's eyes went wide for a split second before his smile returned, brighter than before. His scent changed. Deaton now smelled happy, proud and not worried at the slightest.
"Then I guess it worked." A sly smirk spread on Deaton's face. "You breeded him." He added before walking away to Derek's bedroom like he owned the place, leaving the Alpha to look after his emissary.
It took a moment but Derek finally reacted. His long legs ate up the distance to his bedroom. He burst right in.
"What! Worked?" He asked without thinking. Deaton straightened his back from where he was rummaging through his bag and Stiles' eyes went wide as saucers.
"It worked?" Stiles asked in a small voice, the question addressed to the doctor. Deaton smirked and nodded once. Stiles covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes blaze, a smell of sheer happiness hitting Derek's senses a second later.
"What worked?" Scott asked as well with his pup innocence. Deaton took out a stethoscope and sat by Stiles who gladly lifted his shirt.
"I made a potion for Stiles here. A while ago. We didn't think it would take as good as this." Deaton smirked, Stiles blushed. Scott looked between the two incredulously. When he received no answer he looked at Derek with his best begging puppy eyes. Derek ignored the pup.
"You planned this?" He asked Stiles. Or growled. Didn't matter which.
"Planned what?" Scott tried again. Stiles turned a deeper shade or red before launching into a very Stiles like rant.
"Yeah... well... no... kinda... maybe... listen it wasn't like... I mean... I would not go as far as saying it was a plan per say... more like, you know, hope and..."
"No, I don't know." Derek said in his calm voice. Scott shivered slightly and backed up from Stiles minutely. "Hope of what exactly?" He definitely growled that last part out. He desperately wanted to shift his eyes, turm them alpha red, but his Wolf was pleased and protective over his pregnant mate and would not surface even if Derek was slowly starting to feel enraged.
"To... you know... have a pup..." Stiles stammered, big brown honest doe like eyes turned on Derek. The Wolf made a small appreciative noise in the back of Derek's mind. It only served to enrage Derek further.
"Do. Not. Use. The. Pup. To. Appease. My. Wolf." Derek gritted out the words one by one. Stiles shied his eyes away.
"You don't want..." He whispered. Derek full on growled from the deepest place of his chest.
"Doc. Is he ok?" Derek asked without taking his eyes off of Stiles. Deaton nodded.
"Yes, actually the potion Stiles drank makes it safer for him to carry the child than a woman... of course we will have to kee..."
"Out." Derek huffed. "Both of you. Out. Out of my house!" Scott actually whimpered. "Now!" Derek ordered just as Deaton was dragging the pup out of the door. Derek's gaze never ceased to drill holes into the side of Stiles' face.
"You don't want me to..." Stiles whispered when the door the Derek's condo finally shut behind Deaton and Scott. Derek made a sound and Stiles stopped speaking. Sorrow was covering Stiles' sweet scent and Derek's Wolf whimpered, clawing its way out of Derek to comfort its mate.
"No!" Derek growled at his Wolf, shaking his head, fighting for control. But Stiles misunderstood him and pulled away. "Stiles, look at me." He added after a moment, when his Wolf relented understanding the need to clear this up rationally rather than instinctually. Stiles shrugged.
"What good it would do? You want me to kill..." He didn't even seem to have the strength to say that atrocity out loud as he covered his lower abdomen with his hand. Derek raked his fingers through his hair, pulling harshly. Maybe as punishment for making Stiles ever think he would ever ask for... Derek sighed. He allowed every tight muscle in his body to simply go limp as he sat on the bed, by Stiles' side.
"Stiles, look at me." He asked again, his voice much softer this time. Stiles complied. His face wad one of pure misery, matching the sour scent he was letting off. "I would never ask you to terminate the pregnancy, you big idiot!" Stiles' eyes widened, hope now clear in them, tiny tears pooling at their corners.
"You wouldn't...?" His voice was small, frail, broken. It reminded Derek once more just how human his mate was.
"Never... Idiot." Derek cooed and cupped Stiles' fave with both his hands, tumbs gently wiping away the tears that began falling from Stiles' eyes. "I am mad because you kept this from me." Stiles blushed and hid his gaze even though Derek didn't allow him to pull his chin to his chest. "You should have told me you wanted to have a child. You should have discussed this with me before..."
"You would have talked me out of it. Told me it would be too risky. I wanted this. I wanted to give you our child, Derek. Our pup..." Stiles added now meeting Derek's eyes and Derek felt how they turned red the fraction of a second before his Wolf took over and crushed his lips to his mate's. Stiles made a small noise but otherwise submitted to the Wolf's claim on his lips. When Derek's lungs began screaming for air, the Wolf pulled a way.
"You're a good mate. Strong. Faithful. Good mate for an Alpha." The Wolf praised kissing Stiles once more and retreating to his place inside of Derek. Stiles smiled watching him shift back.
"So... we're keeping our puppy?" He asked hopefully, one hand on his own belly the other curled around Derek's nape.
Derek couldn't hold his own smile in, mirroring Stiles'. "Yes, we're keeping him... her... it was never a question of whether we would keep it, but of you lying to me."
"Technically I didn't lie... I just..."
"Stiles." Derek rolled his eyes, exasperation clear in his voice.
"Shutting up now, yeah." He bit his lower lip and Derek knew it was only to stop the stupidest grin from splitting his face in half. Stiles was already sending off wave after wave of sweet happiness. The mere smell of it made Derek wish he were a cat to be able to start purring and roll around in the delicious scent of his mate's happiness.
