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Cut Out All the Ropes: Chapter 3
"When's the last time you ate real food, Stiles?" Danny asked, his nose wrinkled in concern.
"Dinner last night," the teen said after a moment's hesitation. "I can normally keep stuff down around dinner time."
"So you get one meal a day?" Danny asked and Stiles shrugged, taking a sip of water.
"I'm pretty much living on Zofran, crackers and bottled water for most of the day. Apparently the baby doesn't like anything I eat, which sucks. 'Cause I'm starving, but it's so not worth puking it all back up."
"Ew," Lydia said, wrinkling her nose.
"Didn't you have your doctor's appointment last week?" Scott said suddenly, looking up with wide eyes. Stiles smirked, rolling his eyes.
"Now you start paying attention to me?" he asked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm sorry that I can't shoot a bow and arrow like Katniss over there," Stiles said grinning at Allison who snorted and shook her head. "But I am important Scott. I'm starting to feel like you don't love me anymore."
"Stiles!" Scott said, his eyes wide. "I'll always love you!"
"Is it just me, or is this getting extremely uncomfortable?" Danny asked and Jackson laughed, stealing a fry off the goalie's plate.
"I love you, too, buddy." Stiles said, batting his eyelashes until Lydia bounced a cherry tomato off his forehead. "But, yeah, I had my appointment with Dr. Jeffers last Thursday."
"And how'd it go?" Allison asked with a big grin on her face.
"All I have to say is awkward. Between Derek pouting in the corner and my dad being in the room and the doctor sticking a wand up my…I mean it was good. She said everything looks normal and good. My due dates July 16, but it could be before or after that."
"That's right before my birthday," Lydia said with a smirk. "We could be birthday twins."
"That's terrifying," Jackson whispered and Danny snorted with a nod.
"But everything's good, right?" Scott asked after a moment of silence and Stiles gave him a small smile before nodding.
"Yeah. So far everything's good."
"And Derek?" Jackson asked, glancing up at Stiles.
"He didn't bit my head off at the appointment, so that's a step in the right direction I think. Well, he didn't say much to me. He did ask a question that backwardly might have meant he cared if something happens to me? I don't know. I…I just don't want to push it so I'll take it one step at a time."
"That sounds like a good plan," Allison said, giving him a small smile that Stiles returned.
"Have you told coach yet?" Danny asked, taking a sip of his water and Stiles shook his head.
"My after school plan, I guess," he mumbled.
"Yeah, good luck with that," Scott mumbled. Stiles couldn't help the shiver that passed through him.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stiles asked, leaning against the row of lockers as the team got changed. "I mean, maybe I can just stop coming to practice and he'd never even notice I was gone. I don't play anyway…"
"Seriously?" Jackson mumbled, pulling on his shorts.
"I mean, Coach is kind of scary, and yeah we spent a lot of time together on the bench, but I really don't think he'll even notice I'm gone."
"Stiles, listen," Danny said, and Stiles let out a high pitch whine when he turned around.
"Why do you never have a shirt on?" His voice got even higher pitched as he waved his arms around, the pitch causing Scott, Jackson and Isaac all to flinch.
"Stilinski!" Jackson yelled and Stiles lowered his head.
"Stiles," Danny said, shaking his head with a small grin. Stiles waved his arms some more and Danny sighed before pulling on his practice jersey. "Just go in there and tell him the truth. Tell him you have the gene and that you have to quit. He'll understand." Stiles let out a sigh and nodded.
"Okay! You bunch of idiots hit the five mile loop! Now!"
"We'll talk to you later," Scott whispered.
"Good luck, Stiles," Jackson whispered and the teen nodded.
"Hey Coach?" Stiles said, his hands shoved in his pockets. Coach Finstock raised an eyebrow.
"Bilinski? Why aren't you running with the rest of the team?"
"Stilinski," Stiles said and Coach looked at him like he was crazy. "My name's Stilinski, sir, not Bilinski."
"Glad you thought to correct me now…" Finstock mumbled.
"Can I talk to you, sir?" Stiles said, chewing on his bottom lip. Finstock sighed but gestured to his office.
"What's this about, Stilinski?" the man said, popping a piece of gum in his mouth. "What's so important that you aren't practicing with your team?"
"Um, sir, you know about the male pregnancy gene?" Stiles said, and Coach's head snapped up.
"Uh, uh yeah. That guy down and Texas and stuff?"
"Uh, yeah, Coach. Well, um, I have the gene and…And um… I'm pregnant."
"You have got to be kidding me," Coach mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I have to…I have to quit the team Coach," Stiles said, tapping his finger tips on his knees.
"I'm assuming someone has given you the irresponsible speech?" Coach Finstock asked and Stiles nodded. "Who am I supposed to talk to on the bench now?"
"Ha, I'm sorry, Coach. I can still hang around if you need me to?"
"No, no, Stilinski. You take care of yourself. You have a name picked out yet?"
"Uh, no? I mean I don't even know what it is yet." Stiles bit his lip, wondering where his coach was going with this.
"Well you know, I think Bobby is a good name. You and your baby daddy keep that in mind."
"Uh, yeah. Sure Coach. I'll bring that up to him…" Stiles said, a small smile on his face. "Can I go now?"
"Get out of my locker room, Stilinski."
Stiles was just drifting off to sleep a month later, feeling better than he had in weeks, when it happened. He had been sure he had locked his window; he'd taken to double checking shortly after all the drama with the Peter the year before.
So he was almost asleep when the window slid open and a low thud resounded throughout the room. He was also almost a sleep when a hand touched his hip. He gasped, sitting up with wide eyes, his heart in his throat. Stiles groaned, though, when he saw Derek, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.
"Jesus Christ, Derek!" Stiles yelled, his voice high pitched and bordering on hysterical. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Sorry," Derek said, ducking his head and looking away. He noticed that Stiles hand had instinctively gone to his stomach. "I just had some stuff to talk to you about."
"You know there are these awesome new inventions I'm not sure if you've heard of called doors. You knock on them and if the person on the other side wants you in their house, they let you in."
"I didn't know if your dad was home," Derek said, having the decency to look away.
"Is his car in the driveway?" Stiles asked tiredly, laying back down with his eyes falling shut. Derek mentally kicked himself, feeling stupid.
"No," he said after a while and Stiles sighed.
"Then that means he's not here. And I'm assuming whatever you have to say was too important to call about?" Stiles said and Derek cleared his throat, nodding.
"Here," he said, pulling a folded paper out of his back pocket.
"What's this?" Stiles asked, reaching over to turn his bedside lamp on.
"They tore down the old house last week. I'm going to have it rebuilt to match the old plans. I've…I've done some remodeling to the plans, though, for the baby," Derek whispered, watching as Stiles searched the page. "I…I thought I'd make this room a nursery," he said, pointing to a room on the top floor. "Since it's right across from my master bedroom. It'll be a pretty big room. And there's going to be a finished basement," he said, pointing to another square. "So the baby can have a play room for something down there." Stiles nodded, running his hands over the blueprints.
"That's…That's good," Stiles stammered, glancing up at Derek with a furrowed brow. "Why are you showing me this?"
"There's going to be a lot of guest bedrooms, too," Derek said, licking his lips. "In case you ever feel like you need to stay and look after the baby. You can decorate it however you want. I just wanted to show you that I'm going to do my part to give the baby everything it needs." Stiles nodded, handing the blueprints back.
"That's good," he said, looking away.
"And I have this for you, too," Derek said, handing over a binder filled with typed pages.
"What's this?" Stiles asked, his brows furrowed closer together. Derek cleared his throat, looking away.
"My brother's ma- wife was human," he says, his voice shaking slightly. He silently kicked himself for almost saying mate. "So when they had a kid, she didn't really know to expect with raising a werewolf, and well, you won't either. But Amy wrote down pretty much everything. Or at least everything she thought was different from raising a human."
"Oh…Wow…." Stiles trialed off, flipping through the pages.
"Mind you, Alex-my nephew- died in the fire when he was four, so there's not that much information beyond the age of four. But it might give you a better understanding what to expect."
"Wow, she was really thoughtful," Stiles said, glancing up at Derek.
"She did it in case any of the rest of us…" Derek trailed off.
"-knocked up a human?" Stiles finished and Derek flinched.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm actually surprised they survived the fire. Laura put everything that was salvageable in storage. I found them a couple weeks ago and typed them up for you."
"Thanks, Derek," Stiles whispered and the Alpha nodded.
"I'll, uh, let you get back to sleep. You've got school tomorrow." And with that he was out the window, sliding it shut with thump.
"Hey Isaac, hang back," Derek called after a training session, and the teen bit his lip before nodding.
"What's up?" he asked, his hands crossed defensively across his chest.
"At ease, Soldier," Derek joked, a small smirk on his face. Isaac rolled his eyes but lifted a brow. "Fine. You know about Stiles, right?"
"What that he's pregnant?" Isaac said, running a hand through his curls.
"Yeah, and it's mine," Derek said and Isaac nodded.
"Yeah, I know. Jackson told me."
"Well I need you to keep an eye on Stiles," Derek said and Isaac gave him a questioning look. "Not that I care about Stiles. But that' my pup growing inside of him. So you don't let anything happen to Stiles so that nothing happens to my pup, got it?" Isaac sighed but nodded. Derek hesitated before sighing.
"Did they find you someplace to stay?" he asked quietly and Isaac tensed before nodding.
"Yeah, I'm staying with Danny. Sheriff Stilinski worked it out. Danny's parents are really cool."
"Good, good. If you need anything, just let me know, okay? Derek asked and Isaac nodded.
"Yeah, thanks Derek."
"You know, when I got pregnant I never thought that would make me permanent DD for 9 months," Stiles mumbled as he pulled up in front of the club. Allison, Lydia and Danny were more or less supporting each other, giggling as Danny tripped and almost fell on his face. A sober Isaac rolled his eyes, opening the back door of Allison's car that Stiles was driving and herded them inside.
"Thank. God." Isaac said, dropping in the passenger seat next to Stiles who smirked. Allison, pushed her way past the front seat and turned on Pandora. After hitting a couple buttons she turned the volume up, a grin on her face.
"Oh God," Stiles said, pinching the bridge of his nose as Kelly Clarkson's 'Stronger' started playing. "Why were you guys all out again?" Stiles asked and Isaac shook his head.
"Jackson and Danny got in a fight. Apparently they broke up, so the girls decided it was a good idea to take him to the gay club and find him someone else. Instead, they all got trashed." Before Stiles could answer, the three in the back seat started singing.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller!"
"I forget the words!" Danny yelled after a moment's pause and Stiles sighed and put the car in gear.
"I didn't even know they were actually dating?" Stiles said, taking a left on Main St. "I just thought they were, I don't know, circling each other? And I didn't know Jackson was gay?"
"I'm pretty sure Jackson will sleep with anything that walks…" Isaac said, glancing back at Danny who was sitting in the middle seat, petting Lydia's hair.
"Huh. Did he say what the fight was about?" Stiles said, glancing up at the rearview mirror.
"Not really. It was something wolf related, so I'm kind of surprised he let me and Lydia come. In fact, I'm still not sure why I'm here…" Stiles smiled, pulling into Lydia's housing complex. Her parents were less strict and they could all sleep it off in the pool house.
"Well it's a good thing you were there so at least someone was there to call me," Stiles said, rubbing a hand over his stomach.
"I'm going to puke!" Allison yelled from the back seat.
"Please don't," Stiles moaned. "Can you make it to the house? We're almost there. See, it's just at the end of the road." He pointed but Allison shook her head, her hands over her mouth. Stiles sighed but pulled over as Allison launched herself from the car, falling to her knees in front of their geometry teacher's house.
"Well that'll go over well if Mrs. Kornwell comes outside," Stiles mumbled, letting his hand rest on his stomach.
"How are you doing?" Isaac asked, swatting at Danny to stay put when he tried to follow Allison.
"Okay," Stiles said with a shrug. "Morning sickness is mostly gone. My pants are getting tighter. I had an ultrasound last week and I got to see the bean. Everything's as it should be."
"Good, good. Are you nervous?" Stiles shrugged, pulling off his seatbelt as he climbed out of the car to get Allison back inside; once she had finished puking she had curled on her side in the grass.
"I mean, I guess? This is all really new for me and I wasn't expecting to do it when I was 17, but I guess it's too late for that now. But I'm excited to have a little mini-me running around. It'll be a lot of hard work; school and work and raising a kid, but I'll figure it out."
"Derek is going to help though, right?" Isaac asked, bending down to scoop Allison up and put her back in the car when she refused to get up.
"Ali!" Lydia squealed when Allison was sat back inside the car.
"Uh, yeah," Stiles said, scratching at the back of his neck as he climbed back in the car. "He says he is. I'm not sure how it's going to work out since he always looks like he'd rather gouge his own eye out with one of his claws than spend time with me. But we'll figure it out I guess."
The boys were quite as they drove the half a mile back to Lydia's house. Isaac scooped up Allison as Stiles supported Danny and Lydia as they took the drunken three into the pool house. Isaac made sure Allison was on her side on the couch, a trash can next to her. Lydia and Danny started jumping on the bed, giggling loudly.
"Come on, guys," Stiles moaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "I'm tired and I want to go home."
"You're no fun anymore, Stiles!" Danny yelled, and Stiles sighed.
"Yeah, well you get knocked up at 17 and tell me how much fun you are. Don't die of alcohol poisoning. I'm leaving." Stiles slammed the door to the pool house as he left, his arms wrapped around his waist.
"Stiles wait!" Isaac called and the teen froze, looking back over his shoulder.
"Just ignore them," Isaac whispered, reaching out to touch Stiles arm. "And I know you're lonely. I get it. I'm here if you need me. I'll do whatever you need."
And that's all it took for Stiles to launch himself at Isaac, their lips crashing together as Stiles took a handful of Isaac's curls and Isaac wrapped his arms around Stiles waist.
"You have no idea how horny I am," Stiles whispered into Isaac's ear as the wolf back-stepped them to the pool house. He pushed Stiles into a side bedroom, gently knocking him onto the bed.
"I think I can help with that," Isaac whispered, grinning at the whimper Stiles let out as Isaac reached out to palm his erection. He arched his back as Isaac unbuttoned his pants, pulling his boxers off with them.
"Please, please! I need-I need!" And Stiles didn't really know what he needed. This felt wrong; it wasn't like he had real feelings for Isaac. It was just his body. His hormones were everywhere and he had truly never been this horny in his life. And it wasn't like him and Derek were together, or were they ever going to get together so Stiles was going to have to take his release from wherever he could get it. He let out a moan, his cheeks turning red when Isaac took his dick in his mouth. "Oh God," he whimpered, thrusting into Isaac's mouth, his fingers threaded through the wolf's curly hair. Isaac licked his way down Stiles' shaft, his fingers digging deep into Stiles' hips. The pregnant teen arched his back off the bed, his fingers leaving Isaac's hair to fist the sheet underneath him. It wasn't long before he was moaning Isaac's name, trying to push him away.
"I'm going to-I'm going to cu-Isaac!" Stiles grips the wolf's shoulders, his breath coming out in gasps as he comes down from his orgasm, watching with hooded eyes as Isaac swallowed his cum, the wolf taking his own dick in his hands and quickly bringing his own orgasm.
"That was so hot," Isaac whispered in his ear and Stiles snorted but nodded. They slowly climbed to their feet, helping each other clean up.
"I…Uh…I'm really going to go this time," Stiles said, his cheeks red.
"Uh, yeah. I'm sure your dad's worried."
"He talked about grounding me when he found out. But I'm already pregnant so what else could I do wrong?" Isaac snorted, shaking his head.
"Go home, Stiles," he said with a laugh. "I'll take care of the three drunken idiots."
It's early the next morning and the whole pack, minus Stiles and Derek, were sitting in the courtyard of the school. Allison was wearing sunglasses even though it wasn't sunny and she repeatedly asked Scott to stop talking so loud. Danny sat next to Isaac, his hangover not as bad but still making him miserable. Jackson repeatedly looked over at them but Danny wouldn't look up. Isaac was asking questions about chemistry and Lydia was explaining from where she was laying with her eyes shut on the bench.
"You just have to cancel out the things you don't need," she said quietly. "Like if you have 25.64 grams of Iron, you multiply it by one mole of iron over the atomic weight of iron, 55.85g. You're basically going to divide the mass you have be the atomic mass of the element to find the mole. There's a bunch of practice pro-" She cut off when Jackson yelled.
"Hey! What are you-" Jackson was caught off, too, when Derek pushed passed him, grabbing Isaac by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. The pack always sat in the secluded part of the courtyard so no one was there to see the drama.
"Derek!" Scott yelled, unlatching himself from Allison where they had been kissing on the ground.
"I told you to keep an eye on him," Derek growled in Isaac's face, the teen's eyes going wide. Isaac clawed at Derek's arms, his voice coming out in gasps.
"I-I-" Isaac whimpered.
"Derek, let him go!" Lydia said, trying to stay calm and pull Derek away.
"I told you to keep an eye on him, not get in his pants. He reeks of you; you didn't think I'd notice? When I tell you to do something, you do what I say!" Derek's eyes flashed red, and Isaac let out a sob, his face turning red. "Do you hear me?"
"Derek!" Jackson yelled, finally pulling the Alpha off the shaking teen. Derek growled, turning and fleeing the scene. Isaac slid down the wall, curling his arms around his knees, his breath coming out in gasps and sobs.
"Isaac?" Danny said quietly, crouching down in front of him. Isaac whimpered, pushing Danny away before bolting across the courtyard.
"What the hell was that?" Allison asked. No one had an answer.
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