Stiles could smell Derek before she heard him. Thank God, because Stiles was about five seconds away from being found by the creepy guy that wants her baby. Stiles could hear the thumping of the footsteps. She could smell a strange scent. She could smell and hear Derek downstairs, smell the emotions rolling off of her as she realised there was someone in the house and that Stiles and the baby's life was in danger.

Stiles could hear Derek's soft, cautious footsteps as he walked up the stairs, but Stiles could also hear closer footsteps approaching. Shit, Derek was not going to reach her in time. Without thinking, Stiles ran out of her hiding place and attempted to run downstairs, but before she could even make it out of the room, a hand grabbed her hair and roughly pushed her to the ground.

Stiles quickly got back up and faced the man who wanted her baby. He had long black hair that was pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck, with olive complexion, and his eyes….they were the weirdest things about him. They were bright yellow. Stiles was so intrigued by this man's eyes, that she didn't notice Derek in the room, slowly approaching the man with a crazed look in his eyes.

The man cocked his head to the side before turning around and knocking Derek out of the way, who went flying five feet away. Stiles backed up as the man walked toward her. Without even thinking, Stiles ran past the man and went to Derek, who was dazed, but thankfully unharmed.

'Derek, get up' Stiles hissed. Normally, in a situation like this Stiles would be very resourceful, but the baby was her main concern ands she needed to get herself to safety in order to protect her baby.

Stiles was hauled up off of the floor and thrown into the wall. Yep, her back was definitely going to bruise.

'Let me go' Stiles said, as the man pinned her to the wall. By this time, the creepy man finally showed his true colours and wolfed out.

'I don't think so.' The man said before chucking Stiles on the floor, who landed awkwardly on her side.

Pain lanced Stiles side as she lay on the floor. Oh, crap. She had definitely broken something, she was sure of it. Vaguely, she saw Derek jump off of the floor and leap on the man. Stiles shut her eyes, trying to fight through the pain in her side, though with each breath more pain would come. Stiles wondered if the baby was okay. Even if she had a broken rib it shouldn't affect the baby... she hoped.

'Baby, open your eyes.' Stiles reluctantly opened her eyes, ignoring the pain from her side.

'Is he gone?'

'Yea, the bastard jumped out of the window. We're going to have a hard time explaining that one to your father.' Derek slowly stroked Stiles forehead, comforting her in the best way he knew how.

'We could tell him' Stiles suggested, slowly sitting up, careful not to aggravate her side any more than necessary.

'I think so. But first, let's get you to bed so you can rest' Derek picked Stiles up and held her close to his warm chest as he carried Stiles to her own bedroom, where he lay her on the bed.

Stiles winced as she tried to find a comfortable position on her bed. Why did her side have to hurt so badly? Derek seemed to notice Stiles wincing in pain, and without thinking, found himself taking off Stiles shirt and inspecting Stile's side with a frown on his face.

'I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him.' Derek said and Stiles knew her boyfriend was trying to stay calm for her sake.

Stiles didn't know how to respond to Derek's threat, so instead, she found herself pulling Derek on the bed next to her. Stiles snuggled closer to her lover, resting her head on Derek's warm chest, where she was listening to the constant rhythm of Derek's heart. Thump, thump, thump. Stiles closed her eyes for a moment, wondering what happened to the girl she used to be nine months ago; the young, careless, carefree girl who did not care about anything but school and shopping.

Stiles twisted her head up to look at Derek, before saying; 'I have no doubts about you killing him, but first, I want to know why he wants our baby.'

Derek looked down at Stiles fondly, carefully guiding Stiles cheek back onto his chest. Derek and Stiles didn't say anything. Maybe there wasn't anything to say. Instead, Derek wrapped his arms protectively around Stiles and ran his hand over the back of Stiles head in a reassuring way.

These were the moments that Stiles appreciated the most. It was so rare for the couple to be able to lie down together and not give a damn about anything in the world but each other. Sure, the creepy dude who wanted their baby was still out there, but Derek had gotten rid of him for now, so for now, they could enjoy each other's company without anyone/anything interfering. It had been too long since they had gotten to bond like this and Stiles was starting to miss it…and miss her boyfriend.

'WHAT THE HELL?' Stiles jumped as she heard someone yell. It definitely wasn't Derek who yelled, it was, oh God, her father.

Stiles quickly pulled away from Derek and was in complete panic mode, but then she realised something….her side didn't hurt anymore. Maybe Peter was right, maybe she was tapping into her baby's special abilities, and for that, Stiles was incredibly thankful. If she didn't heal, then it meant that her baby's life was in jeopardy, but because she healed so fast, it was obvious that her baby was alive and well. Thank God.

'STILES!' Oh, shit. Her father was now in his room; his eyes going back and forth between Derek and Stiles.

'Dad' Stiles said. She wasn't sure whether her dad was angry at the fact that Stiles and Derek were cuddling, or the fact that his room was a complete mess.

'Why the hell is my room trashed? And, why is Derek over, when I specifically told you, you can't have Derek over when I'm not home?'

Yep, he was mad about both things.

Derek tensed up, before saying; 'Sir, I think it's time we talked about Stiles and I'

'Now?' The sheriff asked, clearly annoyed. He just got home from his shift, he probably wanted to go to bed or rest on the couch.

'I think it's important that we tell you' Derek said.

oh some shit is about to go down!

The first thing the sheriff said was Shit, the second thing he said was ballshit, and the third thing he said was, are you playing a practical joke on me? Stiles and Derek had just told the sheriff everything; about the wolves, about every single threat that had come to Beacon Hills, and about Stiles being pregnant.

'Dad, I'm being serious'

The sheriff was about to say something, but stopped as his cell phone was ringing.

'It's the station. I've got to answer this'

Stiles nodded her head in response, too scared to respond. The sheriff went to the kitchen and closed the door, obviously not realising that Derek would be able to hear everything that was being said. Stiles didn't think the phone call would be a pleasant one, considering the fact that it was after midnight and he had just gotten home from a shift.

Stiles looked at Derek who seemed incredibly tensed and focused on the kitchen, clearly hearing something that wasn't good. Stiles attempted to shut out everything and try and focus on what her father was saying, but she couldn't. It seemed that her "special abilities" were limited.

The sheriff came back in and gathered his coat, before turning around and saying. 'There's been another murder. I've got to go'

what do you think is going to to happen?

In the past two days there had been three deaths. One male, one female and one child, who just had his fifth birthday party, each person died in new way. The male was tortured, before getting burnt in a fire that was no accident, the female was suffocated in her sleep, and the little boy was drowned. Stiles didn't need to be a genius to figure out who was doing all the killing, it was-without a doubt- the creepy man who wanted her baby. Killing innocent people was his way of getting revenge of Stiles and Derek.

These past two days had been torture for Stiles. Not only had her pregnancy been making her ill, but she was always surrounded by the pack members, who wanted to keep her safe. They would hover around Stiles at all times and they would always shadow her. It wasn't like she minded, but sometimes it was too much. Like when Derek and her wanted to have some 'alone time' they would never be left alone. The only time Derek and Stiles were left alone was at night time, but then the Sheriff would always be there, watching their every move, making sure that Derek treated Stiles right.

The sheriff had sort of accepted the whole wolf thing, but he still could not wrap his mind around the fact that Stiles was pregnant(his only child, his little girl). In the last two days, Stiles and her father had grown apart, neither acknowledging each other. The only time they would acknowledge each other was when her father informed Stiles of the murder's and to make sure that she was safe. At least that was something, right? If her father didn't care anymore, then he wouldn't have bothered to make sure Stiles was safe.

But Stiles wasn't safe, was she? There was someone after her baby, and in order to get to her baby, the man would have to get Stiles as well. Derek and the pack knew this as well, hence why they were so protective over her. Even Erica was protective of her, which was weird, especially since Erica cared about no one but herself. Isaac was sucking up to Stiles, constantly apologising about last week. He said he just didn't think it was a good idea for Stiles to have a baby, which resulted in him getting punched in the face by Stiles. She just could not control her emotions.

It was the middle of the day and Stiles was curled up against Derek on the couch. She hadn't been feeling well for two days, and it seemed as though everything she ate, she would vomit. She was constantly nauseous and every time she smelt food or coffee, it would often result in her vomiting.

'Are you hungry?' Came Scott's voice from the kitchen

Stiles took a moment to consider. She was hungry, but if she ate she wouldn't be able to keep it down anyway. 'I think I'll pass.'

'Okay, peanut butter and jelly sandwich it is then' Gosh, Scott never took no for an answer.

Stiles got up off the couch to help Scott, but immediately regretted it. As soon as she stood up, she felt woozy and her stomach did a not-so-good flip. She would have fallen to the ground if it were not for Derek steadying her.

'Stiles, are you okay?' Lydia's panicked voice just set Stiles on edge even more. She seemed to notice this and she thankfully calmed herself down before saying 'Maybe you should rest some more'

Stiles attempted to smile at her, trying to tell her that she was okay, but in that exact moment, she slowly fell to the floor and vomited what little breakfast she had earlier in the day. It was truly disgusting. She couldn't even make it to the toilet; this was the second time within a two week period that she had vomited on the lounge room floor. Great, not only was the house trashed, but it probably smelt like vomit too.

'Oh, don't worry about it. I'll clean it up' Lydia said happily. Unlike everyone else, she seemed to be so happy about the idea of Stiles and Derek having a child. Stiles had to admit, it was good having someone like Lydia around. She was a breath of fresh air.

'Thanks Lydia'

'No problem' She turned her attention to Derek 'Take her upstairs to rest' for some reason, Derek listened to her.

'No. I'm sick of my bed. I'm going out the back.' Stiles walked passed everyone and went out the back. It was so nice to be able to feel the cool wind on her face.

Stiles sat down on the grass, vaguely aware of Derek watching her, and reminisced about her eleventh birthday party. As her birthday was in winter, it was always cold, but on her eleventh birthday it had even started snowing, which was weird for Beacon Hills. Her mom had been alive then and everything seemed to be going great. She had her family over, plus Scott and a few other friends –which she was no longer friends with now- and no matter the weather, they played soccer.

Stiles had managed to beat everyone, even Scott. She remembered the look on Scott's face as rubbed in the fact that she won. Scott, the sore loser, had started crying and demanded that he and his mom leave the party early, but when Scott saw the cake he wanted to stay for as long as he could, typical Scott, always thinking about food.

Stiles was snapped out of her daydream when Derek sat next to her. 'Your father called. There's been another incident'

'Another murder?' Stiles asked, hoping and praying that it wasn't that.

'Kidnapping'

'And he called you why….?' Stiles asked, grabbing Derek's hand.

'He needs my help. So, I've got to go'

'I'll come with…..'

'No way, it's too dangerous. I haven't even let you go to school; you think I'm going to let you go to a crime scene?'

Stiles wiped his face with hand. 'Call me when you get there? Just to let me know you're safe.'

'Of course' Derek said. 'It would be best if you come inside while I'm gone. Lydia, Scott and Jackson are here, the rest are coming with me.' Stiles let Derek haul her up off the ground and let him lead her inside and back onto the couch.

xxxxxxx

Stiles awoke with a really bad pain in her stomach. At first she thought about her dream, the one where she was stabbed in the stomach , but when she looked down at her stomach, she realized that there was no blood to indicate as to why her stomach hurt.

'Are you alright, Stiles?' Jackson asked, moving closer towards the couch with Scott and Lydia closely behind him.

Stiles opened her mouth to say something but ended up having a coughing fit instead. Stiles had the sudden urge to vomit so she tried to get up and go to the toilet, but instead she fell to the ground and started vomiting. But the weird thing was she was vomiting up blood! What the hell was wrong with her?

Stiles panicked as she realised that her baby's life was in danger.