Title: Tell Me

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles, with minor pairings.

Warnings: Mpreg, hints of underage sex, language

Beta: Name: StraightThroughYourHeart, thank you so much! You're awesome, like always.

A/N: I first what to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story, I don't think I say it enough. I can't tell you how happy I was to see the amount of hits this story has gotten. HUGS! I also wanted to say how sorry I was about taking so long to update, I got stuck. That's why this chapter is so short, so please forgive me. The next chapter will be longer.

"There's no other way to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt. You're pregnant."

Stiles' face went pale after hearing the doctor's words, repeating them in his brain as he tried to figure out if he heard right. There was no way what the doctor was true; how in the world is he pregnant?

"Um, co-come again?" Stiles stuttered.

"You're –," the doctor stopped once he noticed the look on Stiles; the teenager looked like he was about ready to bolt out of the room. "Listen…"

"Oh my God, there's no way!" Stiles covered his face with his hands as he pondered on how this was even possible; he was a man. And men normally don't get pregnant. "I mean, how is this even possible?"

The doctor cleared his throat while he took a seat in a chair. "Well, first let me tell you something. I've been a doctor for over thirty years, and just about fifteen years of it was spent on supernatural people."

Stiles uncovered his face and looked over at the doctor. "And?"

"This isn't the first time I've dealt with a male pregnancy," the doctor stated. "Just my first time with a human."

Stiles blinked and then let out a groan. "Great. Just great.

The doctor let out a small sigh. "Male pregnancy isn't very common; at least not like it used to be. However, it has happened before. "

"Huh?"

"Well, not long after werewolves were first created, the gods wanted the race to grow and expand. At the time, homosexuals were just as common as heterosexuals, so they made it so that both male and female werewolves could get pregnant."

Stiles nodded. "But that doesn't explain how I got knocked up, though," he said with a confused look.

"That's a tricky question. Has Derek said anything about you being his mate, or has he claimed you?" the doctor asked, trying to figure out how this happened. He knew the poor boy was probably freaked out, so he was going to do his best to come up with some answers for him.

"Hm." Stiles blushed softly before he tugged on the collar of his shirt, showing the doctor the bite mark on his neck.

"That might have something to do it, I'm not sure. What I can say is that I'll make a few calls and see if I can get in touch with someone who might know something. I'll get in touch with you if I come up with any information, okay?" Stiles nodded. "Alright, I'll see you in a month."

(( At Stiles' House ))

Stiles took off his shoes and goes to take a seat on the edge of his bed, while he thought about his appointment with the doctor. "Why me, who did I piss off?" he grumbled before flopping back onto his bed, tired from the long day. He wasn't having any sickness in the morning like he was about a week ago, but he still felt like shit.

"What did the doctor say?" Stiles jerked up.

"Hell, why must you sneak up on me like that?" He placed his hand over his heart and let out a small breath. "He, um, said I had a really bad stomach –''

"Don't lie to me, Stiles. And don't say you're not, because I can tell by your pulse," Derek said cutting Stiles off before he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Stiles' neck; nuzzling his nose against the skin. "So, I'm going to ask again; what did the doctor say?"

"Well, um." Stiles bit down on his bottom lip, trying to figure out how to say it. "I-I'm pregnant." Stiles froze when he felt Derek's body tensed up, causing the teen to worry.

Derek pulled back from Stiles and looked him in the eye and then moved to sit on the bed, next to the teen. "Did he say how far you are?"

Stiles shook his head. "No." Stiles cleared his throat. "Derek, um," he paused when Derek stood up and headed towards to the window. "Hey, where you're going?"

"I'll be back."

"Please, don't leave me to do this on my own," Stiles pleaded.

"I promise I'll be back." And with that, Derek headed out the window.

Stiles ran both of his hands toward his short hair, trying to calm himself down. "Damn it."