The pack, with their noses pressed to the Hale house windows, sees Derek and Stiles walk back out of the woods.

"There they are!" Scott yells.

"No duh, McCall," Jackson retorts.

Lydia speaks up, "Can you hear what they're saying?"

"No," Scott pouts. "Derek put sound proofing in the walls to ensure any other wolves couldn't hear us. But, now we can't hear out either."

"Hey, look!" Allison brings their attention back to Stiles and the Alpha. "Derek has his hand on Stiles' stomach."

The group smashes in closer to the window so everyone can see.

"Stiles is really pregnant isn't he?" Jackson mumbles under his breath.

"Yeah, I think he is," Scott whimpers.

"With our Alpha's child," Jackson states in disbelief. "How did that happen?"

"You aced sex ed, baby," Lydia flips her hair as she turns to look at her boyfriend. "I think you know how it must have happened."

"No," he growls. "I mean, how… Why would THEY ever get together? There's no way Derek would go for a runt like Stilinski."

"My best friend is not a runt!" Scott lunges at Jackson.

The other boy gets right in Scott's face. "You can't tell me that you aren't shocked, too!"

Scott deflates. "Yes, I'm shocked, but not because they've been with each other. In a weird way, if you think about it, they kind of… suit each other, right?" He turns back to the window. "I just… Stiles never told me he was seeing anyone. We tell each other everything." He slumps into the window pane.

"Uh-oh," Allison turns to Lydia, "that's his kicked puppy face."

Derek and Stiles stand next to his Jeep.

"I'm going to head back home. There's no way I can face them right now." Stiles sighs and turns to his Jeep.

"You don't have to go. Don't you want to see me rip Jackson's throat out to avenge your honor?"

Stiles' smile is stunning. "No, you know I get squeamish about things like that." He rubs his sneaker into the dirt. He squints his eye as he looks back up into Derek's eyes. "But, take pictures."

Derek laughs.

Allison's lips quirk into a smile. "Oh, wow, they must be serious. I've never seen Derek genuinely smile before."

"Of course they're serious, they're having a kid together!" Jackson storms into the kitchen.

Lydia's high heels click in behind him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Jackson."

Her hands are on her hips, and he knows that means business. "I might feel just a little bit bad that I played the voicemail. Maybe."

"Be careful, Jackson. Your feelings are showing." She moves in closer to him and takes his hand. "You need to apologize. To both of them, but especially Stiles. He doesn't cry in front of people if he can help it. You really hurt him."

"I know," he whispers guiltily.

"Crap," Stiles whines as he sits down in his Jeep.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the…"

Stiles punches him in the arm. "Stop it. I'm fine. Your little werewolf spawn is fine. I forgot my keys."

"Where are they?"

"They're in the house." Stiles sighs. "I'm not going in there. Not with them in there. Not with him."

"I'll get them."

Scott is the first to see Derek walking back to the house. "Here he comes, guys."

The pack is standing in the living room when he enters the house. All of them, standing there guiltily- especially Jackson. Derek does not say anything to them. He just grabs his newly not-ex boyfriend's keys off the table and walks back outside. As he heads back toward Stiles' beloved Jeep, he can see that Stiles is standing next to it hopping from foot to foot. He twitches his eyebrows at him- a clear question if he ever asked one.

"I've gotta pee."

"I have five bathrooms."

"I'm not going in there."

"There are plenty of trees to go behind."

Stiles is appalled. "I am not peeing in the woods, Derek! I am not a squirrel." He shivers. "Unless you have a little werewolf toilet somewhere out there that I don't know about?"

Derek sighs a huge put-upon sigh. "Just go inside. No one will say anything to you."

"That's what I'm scared of." When it is clear that Derek doesn't understand, he continues. "I don't want them to think I'm a freak."

"They won't."

Stiles looks into Derek's eyes and trusts his words so deeply that he turns and runs to the house.

The pack tries to act natural, but Stiles is on a mission and doesn't even notice them. He does his business, blames the baby for pressing against his bladder (even though it's no bigger than a paper clip), washes his hands, and opens the door.

He nearly runs in to Jackson.

They stare at each other. Stiles tries to step to the right, but Jackson follows. He steps to the left, but Jackson follows.

"Stilinski, would you stand still so I can apologize?!"

Stiles freezes.

"I… am… sor…" He clears his throat. "I'm sor…ry?"

Stiles crosses his arms over his chest. "I think the words you're looking for are 'I'm a dick, and I will be your personal slave throughout the pregnancy to make up for completely humiliating you.'"

Jackson growls and starts to turn around to leave. He can see Lydia standing at the end of the hallway. She's making a threatening motion toward his favorite body part. He knows he isn't getting any until he correctly apologizes and makes Stiles happy. He turns back to him.

"I'm a major dick, and I will be your slave throughout the pregnancy to make up for completely humiliating you. I'm sorry."

Stiles takes his cellphone back when Jackson hands it to him.

"No worries," Stiles croaks lamely. He forces a smile onto his face and waves to Lydia. (Even though apologies don't always help all that much.)

When Stiles sheepishly back into the living room, Scott jumps forward and throws his arms out. "Why didn't you tell me you were dating Derek?!"

Stiles smiles a genuine smile. "We all just found out I was pregnant, and that is the question you ask?"

"We're best bros. Why didn't you tell me?"

Stiles shrugs his shoulders. "It's not like I purposely kept it from you. We just started hanging out a little. And then a lot. Then, there was sex in so many positions I can't even remember them all."

Derek face palms so epically that it should be recorded in the history books. His face is more flushed than Stiles' was when his phone rang.

Stiles continues as if he didn't say anything awkward at all. "It was so awesome how amazingly we clicked that it was just a state of being. It's like we didn't need to tell anyone, because no one else mattered." Allison and Lydia swoon, but Scott looks kicked again. "NOT THAT YOU DON'T MATTER!" he self-corrects. "Just… I didn't think to tell you. I'm sorry. But, then we broke up. I really didn't want to talk about it then. I'm sorry."

Scott sniffs. "S'okay."

Lydia steps forward. "I never thought I'd be saying this, but I'm throwing you a baby shower."

"Thank you, Lyds."

Allison giggles. "We're the godparents, right?"

"Of course," Stiles smiles. He leans into Derek when he steps behind him. He snuggles into his warmth. Everyone seems happy, and he suddenly realizes that the reveal went pretty well after all.

But now for his dad… uh-oh.

(Spoiler Alert- Sheriff Stilinski fainted. But, when he recovered, he was thrilled. He threatened Derek to never hurt his child again, but he was thrilled. He couldn't wait to have a grandchild to spoil. And, he gave his blessing when Derek asked for permission to marry Stiles. Spoiler Alert- Stiles said 'yes'.)