TWENTY-THREE: SEASON 2 EPISODE 5.

We arrive back at my house. Scott and Stiles are not home yet. Neither is Mom. Derek and I head up stairs. I collapse onto my bed with a groan. Today has been a day of days, a day that I am willing to end so that I can forget it ever happened to begin with.

Today has been absolute nonsense and way too much on my fragile state of mind.

Derek is hovering beside where I decided to fall face first onto my mattress. His fingertips trail down my spine as he brushes massaging strokes over the tense area. I make a soft noise of content and Derek plops down on the bed so that he can get a better grip on my shoulders. I do not repress the loud moan when his thumbs dig into the coiled muscles.

"You're very tense," Derek observes. "It's not good for the baby."

I turn over so I'm lying on my back. Derek rests his hands on my stomach, one of his hands lifting my shirt to press his warm palm against my abdomen.

"Make it better," I urge him softly.

"How?" he asks.

I part my legs.

Derek lifts a brow.

"Help me get into my pajamas?"

He unbuttons my jeans. The zipper draws down dangerously slow, and I arch my chest upward to brush along his forearm teasingly. Smirking, he tugs off my jeans discarding them on my bedroom floor. Derek hooks a leg over me so that I'm trapped between his strong thighs. It's funny looking up at him, all big and towering over me.

"Take off your shirt like a stripper," I demand with a giggle. My fingers tug on the edge of his jeans as I bite my lip, eyes fluttering up at him teasingly.

Derek raises a thick brow. "What?"

Shaking my hips teasingly I laugh at the look of pure confusion on his face. "You totally look like a real hot male stripper from this angle…"

He laughs, "I'm not taking my shirt off like a stripper."

"Pleaseeee."

"I don't even know how to take my shirt off like a stripper."

"Really? You've never been to a strip club?"

He snorts, "No. Why would I need to go to a strip club?"

"Well, excuse me, Princess. Not everyone is blessed with a godlike physique."

Derek smirks. Instead of letting me continue on with the completely dumb conversation, he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of his shirt and tauntingly raises it over his head. His muscles ripple when he throws the shirt over his shoulder.

I clap. "If I had money I'd throw it at you."

He shakes his head at me, probably wondering why in the hell he puts up with me. I wonder the same thing, too. Because Derek is, well Derek is delicious. With his bronzed skin coated in a sheen layer of sweat. His chest puffs up a little when he realizes I'm checking him out. Seriously, what a freaking dork.

No more time is wasted with clothing. Derek gets to work quickly discarding whatever else we have on, while I lay down and relax. But when Derek takes off my bra he does a double take.

"You took out your piercings," he points out confusedly.

"Ugh yeah… they were getting really sensitive. I decided it was best to take them out this morning. Plus, I read that it's okay to keep them in during the pregnancy, but if I breastfeed it can cut the inside of the babies cheek. So…"

Derek dips his head to press a kiss against my lips. I smile into it. Precum slicks against my inner thigh as the head of his cock rubs my skin. He groans low in his throat, lips leaving mine to press tender wet kisses down my jaw. He finds his favorite spot in the croak of my neck, I wrap a gentle hand to the base of his skull.

Letting my free hand travel down his ribs, squeezing gently at his hipbone, I slip it between us to wrap my thin fingers around his cock. Derek nips at my earlobe encouragingly. I tease the both of us by guiding his erection between my wet folds, allowing him to dip inside. My hips shove down before he can slip inside, instead guiding the head of his cock upward to circle around my clit. His fingers curl into my bedsheets along my head and I cackle wickedly as he pulls his head up to glare down at me.

"Stop teasing," he grumbles through clenched teeth.

I slide the head of his cock past my wet folds again, and he hisses. Satisfied I ask, "Or what?"

Derek jerks his hips so he falls from my hand quickly, and then he pushes his dick surprisingly gently inside of me. My mouth parts a surprised gasp at the welcome intrusion, and I lift my hips to help him get as deep as possible once I feel him completely submerged inside of me.

His thrusts are shallow and drawn out. Hips rolling sensually, the soft curls at the base of his dick rubbing teasingly against my clit. Soon his right hand starts to trail down my ribs tauntingly, his left palm pressed firmly into the mattress to hold himself over me. How he does it, I'm not too concerned… especially with the way the head of his cock beats against something amazing inside me. It shoots sparks of white hot pleasure every single time.

"Fuck," I cry into his neck.

Derek hooks an arm underneath my knee and maneuvers my ankle to rest on his shoulder. My spine tingles with the new position, as he manages to thrust his thick cock even deeper inside of me.

I really hope Mom and Scott don't come within the next ten minutes. I didn't even bother trying to control the loud moans and screams escaping me.

His lips press a wet kiss to my knee and he holds back his chuckling as I arch my back off the bed. Derek bends forward to take my lips into a teasing lock. He licks up into my mouth, and all I can do is cling on to his perspiring shoulders.

"You smell amazing," he groans, his nose inhaling deeply into my hairline.

"Yeah?"

His thrusts pick up to the point my bed is rattling heavily against the wall with every thud. Derek manages to choke out a, "Y-yeah," between them.

"You - oh god, really… shit… w-what was I saying?"

"What?" Derek's fingertips squeeze at my ass firmly to draw our bodies closer together. "I just wanna cum all inside you, spread it all over your body so that you reek of me. That whenever another wolf smells you, they know you're mine."

"You, ah, really need to work on your dirty talk… ah! Yesss," I whine, arching upwards as he rolls his hips in the perfect thrust. I can feel my core tightening, nearing my orgasm.

Derek's response is to nip at my bottom lip. He must sense I'm close to finishing because he slides his fingers at an uncomfortable angle (uncomfortable for him, it is definitely more than amazing for me) to rub against my clit. The pads of his fingertips are slicked with with wetness leaking from me, and he uses that to massage me.

It's almost embarrassing how loud the filthy moan is that escapes my throat.

HIs thrusts only get more erratic, and that means he is close too. My muscles tense, and the a moment later I am seeing white, inhaling the salty stench of Derek as he pounds mercilessly into me. I feel myself pulsing around his cock as my orgasm washes over me, Derek chokes out a groan. Suddenly I'm feeling fuller in a different way, I can feel myself being filled with his cum as his thrusts begin to slow down.

Rolling onto his side, Derek scoops me with a large sweaty arm so that my back is pressed along his chest. I feel his softening dick, which is still quite large not erected, presses into the small of my back. The palm of his right hand is flat along my abdomen, his thumb rubbing lazy circles.

I feel I should pull back, away, somewhere. This is not something I want to happen.

"Let me stay, please," Derek requests, presses a kiss to my temple.

I huff.

Derek muzzles his nose into my neck. "Would you like a massage?"

A massage does sound nice…

His hand slides down my stomach to start kneading my hips lightly. It feels really great.

"Until Mom or Scott gets home, then you have to leave."

"Okay," he agrees.

We are silent for a few minutes. Derek breaks it with a kiss to my temple. "Can we go looking for a place soon?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I feel his lips stretch against my temple.

"I got a job, by the way. It's at this little diner called Fred & Lisa's."

"I've been there before. The foods great. Crowds a little…" he sighs, "Are you sure you want to work there?"

"Yeah, I do."

Derek shoves his nose into my neck and just inhales. He doesn't say anything further regarding the subject of me not working there, but he does say, "Congratulations on getting a job."

"We should throw a party," I joke. "Sparkling grape juice and dorittos."

"Dorittos," aren't good for the baby. Or you. They are toxic," he grumbles.

"Oh yeah? Are you a baby expert now?"

"I've been reading," he says.

I raise a brow skeptically. "Reading?"

Derek rolls his eyes. "What do you think I do all day while Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are at school?"

"Brood in the darkness."

The look on his face is his typical glare. It doesn't faze me in the slightest. "I read and work out."

"Ahhhh. Maybe I should start reading. Before the baby I just sat around and got high all day. Now I just… watch Netflix."

"I've been reading pregnancy books."

"Oh?"

"I don't remember much from my mom being pregnant with Cora. Or any of the other werewolves in our pack. I didn't really care to pay attention back then. I really wish I had."

"Well… thanks for reading about it, I suppose."

Derek kisses my cheek. He tugs me against his chest, and I giggle as his scruff tickles my neck while he nuzzles his chin against it. Then his body stiffens.

"It's your mom."

We both immediately scramble to get our clothes on. He opens the bedroom window and just before he's about to trapeze out, he turns around leaves a searing kiss on my swollen lips. It's oddly romantic coming from Derek, the way he cups my cheeks in the palms of his large hands, and how his thumbs delicately rub underneath my eyes.

Then he is gone.

The front door opens with a bang. I start to make my bed, light a candle to hopefully mask the scent of sex.

"HALDEN MCCALL!"

I officially do not trust the sheriff of Beacon Hills to keep any of my secrets.

Her footsteps are coming up the stairs rather aggressively, and just as she opens my bedroom door I catch my reflection in a mirror over my dresser; there is a massive hickey on my neck on that spot where Derek really likes. Fuck my life.

Mom is wearing floral nurse scrubs, there is a blood stain on her right shoulder. Her hair is in a nest atop her head, and she looks livid. She growls, "What is this I hear about you making out with Derek Hale?"

I nervously tug on a strand of dingy blue hair. "Ugh… that I was making out with Derek Hale?"

"Were you?" she asks, even if she already knows the answer.

"Yes."

She presses her palms over her tired eyes. "Why?"

"Because he's the father of my child."

Mom gaps. She opens and closes her mouth multiple times. I wait until she is able to form words, because I really have nothing else to say on the subject.

"What do you mean he's the father?"

"Well, you were the one that gave me the sex talk… so…"

"Halden McCall, is this a joke to you?"

I glare. "My baby is not a joke."

"Why in the hell did you not tell me Derek Hale was the father?"

"Because I didn't want to upset you…"

She laughs. "Upset? I'm not upset. I'm terrified. Do you not recall that he was accused of murder? Twice."

"He was accused by Scott, which is hardly being accused of murder. It's more on the lines of overcompensation."

"Overcompensating is buying a new sports car, not accusation of murder, Halden."

"I'm not sure if you realized, but Scott doesn't have the money to buy a shiny new sports car. Unless he intends to buy a really fancy Hot Wheels."

Mom deflates. "Why him?"

Why him?

Because Derek is broken. Broken like me. Broken, and beautiful, and horrible.

I press my hand to my stomache. Broken, but not unfixable.

"Because he is beautiful," I decide, it's the only word that really makes sense to me.

"What-what is that on your neck? Was he here? Is he still here?"

Mom lifts up my blankets and I frown. Really? There wasn't even a lump.

"Mom."

She goes over to the closet and flings open the door.

"Mom…"

Dropping to her knees she checks under the bed.

"Mom."

Going over to the window she peers outside, looks up towards our ceiling. I grab her shoulder. She shakes, turning to me with tears in her eyes.

"Why?" is all she cries.

"Mom, he isn't a murderer." Lie. He did murder his uncle.

"Why would Scott say he was if he wasn't?"

I shrug. "When Scott comes home we can ask him."

She shuts my bedroom window and locks it. She draws the blinds, her shaking hands fussing with them until no one can see in or out of my bedroom.

"I'm going to go wash up," she tells me. She doesn't look at me as she leaves my bedroom.

Dammit.

Scott gets home late.

Mom went to bed early, so she doesn't ask him why he accused Derek of murder. I don't think she is going to anytime soon.

He checks on me. I'm staring out my open window into the darkness outside, the cold breeze chilling my skin.

"Hey," he greets in the doorway.

I smile tiredly. "Hi."

"Everything okay?"

"No."

He hoovers in the doorway until I pat an empty spot on the bed beside me. He sits close, and we both stare silently out the window.

"Mom found out Derek is the father."

He raises his brows. "How?"

"Sheriff Stilinski caught us kissing."

"Oh."

"She's scared. Thinks he is going to murder us or something."

"Derek won't kill us," he says surely. Which is so odd, because a few months ago I recall him yelling at me to stay away from Derek because he was dangerous.

"I know."

"I guess I need to come up with a reason why I accused him of murder."

"Twice." I throw up a peace sign. "Two times. Two seperate, unrelated times."

Scott groans and falls back on my bed. He spreads out his arms and groans even louder. "The bed smells like Derek, gross."

"We made up," I tell him with a snort.

"That's good. I guess."

"Don't sound so happy."

"I am, in a way…" he shrugs. "As long as Derek makes you happy… I still don't want to be a part of his pack."

"You don't have to. Nobody will make you."

"What about you? And the baby?"

I frown. "What do you mean?"

"Will you guys… will you be part of his pack?"

"I don't know how this stuff works."

He sighs. "Me either. Why do I have to have a pack? I don't get it. Why can't I just be an omega?"

"Did Derek ever tell you about omega's?"

"Just that they usually die."

"Scott…" I glare at him from withholding this very important information from me. "Why do they die?"

"I don't know."

"You didn't think to ask?"

He shrugs.

"What happened tonight? To Jackson? It was him, right?"

Scott nods.

"I don't think Derek knows it was him. He said he wasn't sure."

"You can't tell him!" Scott urges, he grabs my shoulders gently. "We are trying to… trying to save him, Derek will kill him, okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Derek will… will kill him, to protect us."

"Just, don't get killed trying to save him. Okay? I need you, Scott."

His grip on my shoulder slides to wrap around my torso. He draws me into a deep hug, his chin resting on my shoulder while mine rests on his.

"I love you, Haldey."

"I love you too."

WOW. I updated, guys. I'm soooo sorry for the months of wondering if I would ever update again. If you guys read the previous authors note I left on the last chapter I posted, I explained I've been struggling with depression. I've been feeling better lately! So, I finally sat down and was inspired enough to write another chapter. No promises when the next one will be, but I want to say thank you for all that have personally messaged me and left me comments. Even if I'm only now just getting back to you all. Thanks: MaxineHale, Guest(s), meangirl8, Emmetluver2010, Nanda21, megladon1616 #HAREK, BreenaBelle-xoxo, misspicyjalapeno, Catarina Persephone, Lexxi, Lucy Greenhill, Dia Newman!

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