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Cut Out All the Ropes: Chapter 5
"Here," Stiles said, pushing the ultrasound picture across the dinner table at his dad. Steve raised a brow, letting his fork fall down as he wiped his hands off. He picked up the picture, flipping it over a couple times before cocking his head to the side.
"What exactly am I looking at?" He asked and Stiles snorted, shrugging.
"To be perfectly honest I don't know. The baby, obviously. But I told her I didn't want to see anything exciting without you or Derek there. So I didn't listen to the heartbeat or see what the baby is. She just looked to make sure everything was okay and then printed me the pictures. I'm not even sure which way is up, either."
"So Derek didn't show up?" Steve asked after a moment of hesitation and Stiles shrugged.
"Which, I mean, I don't really remember telling him the date so that may have been my fault." It was a lie; Steve and Stiles both knew it. But if it made Stiles feel any better, Steve would let it go.
"Do you think you've got enough clothes?" Steve asked, picking up his fork again.
"I think so. Or at least for another couple months. Jackson made me try everything on with those fake belly's at the store so everything should last me a while." Stiles moved his food around on his plate, not actually eating anything.
"Good. But if you need anything else, just tell me. I'll give you the card again."
"Thanks, Dad,' Stiles said.
"No one's giving you any trouble at school, are they?" Steve asked and Stiles chocked on his sip of juice.
"What? No! I mean it's not like I'm the only pregnant person at the school. And I'm not the only guy they've seen 'cause Jake Smith just had his baby last month. But everyone's real cool about it, Dad. Especially since Jackson's nice to me now."
"Good. I always thought that kid was a brat." Stiles grinned, finally taking a bite of his dinner. "Do you want me to talk to Derek?" Steve asked and Stiles' eyes grew wide.
"What? No! I'm fine, Dad. Really. Derek and I'll work things out. You know, I think I'm going to go to bed." Steve looked at Stiles with a concerned look on his face before nodding.
"'Night, kiddo."
Stiles was sitting at his computer desk, looking at nursery furniture. He had his legs crisscrossed on the chair and it had taken far too much effort to get in that position. He kept one hand on his stomach as the other controlled the mouse. He wondered how soon he'd be able to feel the baby and he was kind of sad that he hadn't gotten to hear the heart beat that day. He was reading about a crib he liked when there was a small knock on his window, causing him to jump. Stiles glanced at the window, seeing Derek crouching there. Stiles sighed before waving for Derek to come in.
Derek slid open the window and dropped into the room. He sat on the edge of Stiles bed, watching the teen stare at the computer. Neither of them said anything for a long while before Stiles spun his chair around, his face angry.
"Where were you today?" He asked, and his voice sounded more hurt than angry. "I know I told you about the appointment. I told you four times. And you said you'd be there 'cause we were going to hear the heart beat and they might be able to tell us what it is."
"I can already hear the heart beat," Derek said, pointing at his ears. "And I don't have to explain my actions to you."
"Then why are you here?" Stiles asked, turning back to the computer and exiting out of the browser. "You couldn't be bothered to show up when you said you were so you come to bother me now?"
"Something came up," Derek said with a shrug. "Something last minute."
"And you didn't think to tell me you wouldn't be coming? I mean I was in the fucking exam room still expecting you to show up."
"You didn't have to wait for me," Derek said, shrugging again.
"Yeah, I did. Which is why I didn't listen to the heart beat. Or find out what the baby was. Because we both know that had I found anything out you would have flashed your stupid red eyes at me and been pissy."
"You could have listened to the heart beat," Derek said matter-of-factly. "Like I said, I can already hear it."
"Why are you being such an ass?" Stiles asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Because I got confronted by Chris Argent again, okay? He came to my work to accuse me of expanding my pack again. He said that Allison had told him about the baby and he thinks that I'm just trying to pick some strong whore and expand my pack. Like I'd actually chose you to do that with."
Stiles couldn't help the flinch. He tried; he tried to look tough and that it didn't bother him that Derek broke promises or that he says horrible things. But he couldn't help it the full body flinch that almost had him tipping his computer chair.
"He then informed me that if I keep changing people that he'll see it as a threat and that'll give him reason to start taking out our pack. He believes this because I knocked you up." Stiles flinched again, letting his head drop so Derek couldn't see the tears in his eyes. "I can't have him coming to my work to threaten me. Especially over something this stupid. So yeah, so sorry I missed today, but I think I had more important things on my mind."
Stiles was quiet for a long time, his fingers digging into the arm rest of his chair. He let out a couple of shuttering breaths, not wanting Derek to know he was crying even though he was sure the wolf could smell it. Finally after a five minute wait, Stiles uncurled his legs from under him. He turned back to his desk and picked up the other copy of the ultrasound picture. He climbed to his feet, pushing heavily with his arms to force himself to stand before crossing the room. He dropped the picture in Derek's lap.
"I have another appointment on December 16th at four. Don't bother coming. Shut the window on the way out." And with that he left the room.
It took everything Derek had not to chase Stiles down the stairs. He hadn't meant to say all those things. He hadn't meant to be an arrogant ass. But it seems that that was all he was good at these days.
He had gotten a job at the Whittemore's law firm with a little help form Jackson. It was a simple job; Mostly answering the phone, running errands, taking notes. But it was a job. And he got money out of it.
He had been sitting at the front desk of the law firm, filling out a bunch of forms for Mr. Whittemore when he smelled it. It took a moment to rein in his wolf as Chris Argent walked in the front door.
"Chris," he said with a nod. Argent leaned against the desk, looking down at Derek.
"Hale. My daughter told me the most fascinating piece of information last night. Seems the Stilisnki kid is pregnant." Derek froze but nodded. "And even bigger news is that apparently you're the other father!" Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It wasn't planned," he said weakly.
"I figured that was what you'd say. But you know what I think? I think you're still building up your pack. Trying to pick the best bits and become stronger."
"And I'd pick Stiles in the pick of the fittest?" Derek asked, rolling his eyes.
"I don't know how your mind works in its entirety, but I'm on to you. You keep adding to that pack of yours and I might see this as a threat, Derek. And what I see as a threat I can easily take out." With that, left the building, never taking his eyes off Derek.
About an hour later, David Whittemore left his office, cocking his head to the side. "Don't you have an appointment to get it?" he asked and Derek cursed, pushing away from the desk. He ran out to the parking lot, cursing again when he saw his car. Someone had slashed all four tires, making it impossible for the car to move. He paused, contemplating if he could run to the appointment in time. He pulled his phone out, cursing at the messages.
'Where are you? You said you'd be here!'
Derek groaned, canceling out of the message and calling a tow truck. He contemplated calling Stiles to tell him he wouldn't make it but didn't. It'd been too long of a day to deal with the hyperactive, hormonal teen that day.
A week later Stiles sat on the bleachers in between Allison and Lydia. The two girls held up a sign over Stiles' head that had Scott, Jackson, Isaac and Danny's numbers on it. Stiles huffed, leaning forward with his elbow on his knee. Finally the girls sat down, Lydia reaching out for Stiles hand.
"You okay?" she asked and Stiles shrugged.
"Besides the fact that my baby daddy is a ragging asshole and that Isaac won't talk to me, than yeah, I'm totally fine." He could feel Allison and Lydia share a glance over his head but he sighed, not glancing up.
"Stiles, sweetie," Lydia said, threading their fingers together and Stiles let out a shaking breath, rubbing at his eyes with his free hands. "Derek's not purposely trying to hurt you, ok? This isn't easy on him. He's pretty emotionally stunted after his family died and I'm sure he feels like he took advantage of you since there's the same age difference between him and you and him and Kate. But he's not being an ass on purpose. I'm sure he's just pushing you away so he doesn't be hurt."
"So that makes it okay to hurt me while pushing me away? I'm pretty emotionally stunted, too. And what about this baby? Is he going to do the same thing to it?"
"I'm not making excuses, but maybe try to give him the benefit of the doubt, okay? As for Isaac… He's just scared. I'm pretty sure he's the most emotionally stunted out of all of us and I don't see that getting better any time soon. Just give him some time okay?" Stiles sighed, nodding his head as he wiped his eyes.
He watched as Danny blocked a goal, passing the ball off to Isaac who ran down the field. He had a sort of confidence while he was playing that Stiles had never seen off of the field. He passed the ball of to Scott, running around to get open and Scott passed the ball back. Stiles could see the look of annoyance on Jackson's face when everyone ignored him. Isaac launched the ball at the net, his fists pumping the air when he scored, winning the game.
"Just give him some time," Lydia whispered, rubbing his stomach and kissing his temple as she ran off to join the crowd that was storming the field.
"You busy this weekend?" Jackson asked, leaning back against the locker next to Stiles'.
"I'm really big on wallowing in self-pity and picking out nursery furniture I'll never be able to afford these days." Jackson snorted, shaking his head with a grin. "Why, what's up?"
"You feel up to going to the lake with us? My parents have a cottage up there that they're letting the pack minus Derek borrow for the weekend. Thought it might be a good chance to get you out of the house for a while."
"Are you inviting a pregnant guy to a party?" Stiles asked and Jackson laughed.
"Believe it or not it's going to be totally innocent. Basically movies, pizza, board games, get out of Beacon Hills weekend. You up for it?" Stiles hesitated but nodded.
Later that night he found himself in the passenger seat of Jackson's Porsche.
"Everyone else it going to meet us up there. Danny…Danny's coming and he knows the way so everyone just followed him."
"That's good," Stiles said, glancing over at Jackson. "You two make up yet?"
"Sort of? I mean we're talking but it's nothing like before. I guess we'll have to work back up to that." Jackson shifted gears as his car climbed the winding back roads. "What about you and Derek? You guys talked since he missed the appointment?"
"No," Stiles said with a sigh. "Dad wants to invite him to Thanksgiving next week since he has no family but I'd rather cut my own hand off before sitting through that dinner."
"Totally makes sense."
"You aren't going to give me the 'give him time' speech like Lydia?" Stiles asked, surprised.
"Nope. He's being an ass. You deserve better. Munchkin deserves better." Stiles smirked at the endearment Jackson used, glad it wasn't something like 'puppy."
"I'm just tired, you know? I mean it's just a lot to deal with."
"Yeah, I get it. Just think of this as your weekend off. I'll even let you pick first movie." Stiles grinned, sitting back in his seat. "Do you have any advice about Danny?"
"Just be honest. You know, tell him everything you told me about the bite and protecting him. I'm sure Danny will understand." Jackson was just starting to answer when someone ran out in front of the car.
"Fuck!" he yelled, jerking hard on the steering wheel to avoid the person who stopped in the middle of the road. He tried to correct the car, his fingers turning white with the grip he had on the steering wheel.
"Jackson!" he heard Stiles yell right before the Porsche slammed straight into a tree.
"Fuck," Jackson moaned, blinking the blood out of his eyes. His wrist was at a weird angle as he slowly looked around. He froze when his eyes landed on Stiles. It was like he had over shot the air bag, his head having hit the windshield. There was blood pouring out of his mouth, his head lulling to the side.
"Oh God," Jackson whimpered, pushing at driver side window with his hands. He tried to open the door but it wouldn't go. Finally he knocked it out the window out with his elbow, climbing out of it. "Stiles?" he called, running around to the side of the car, his head throbbing. "Stiles, come on, man. You've got to answer me."
Jackson ran his hand down Stiles' back, letting out a small sigh in relief when he could feel that Stiles was still breathing. He patted at his pockets, pulling out his cell phone. The screen was cracked but it still worked and he quickly dialed 911. His voice shook as he spoke.
"I need help on County Road 209. Please hurry! I-I hit a tree and my friends hurt and he's pregnant!"
"Sir, I need you to calm down. Tell me exactly where you are."
"I-I-I'm on 209 on the way to Sampson Lake. Someone…Someone ran out in the road and I swerved to miss them and I hit a tree."
"An ambulance is on its way. Your friend, is he hurt?"
"I, yes. There's blood coming out of his mouth and he's unconscious. Please. It's the Sheriff's son." And those were the magic words.
"Someone will be there as fast as they can."
Jackson crouched down next to the passenger side of the car, his hands shaking as he kept hold of Stiles' arm.
"You've got to keep breathing, okay? You've got to keep breathing 'cause we need you. Your dad, and this baby, and me. And Derek and the rest of the pack, okay? Just hold on Stiles."
AN: I know. I'm a horrible person leaving it like this. And this chapter was short. I'll update soon. Please review!