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Cut Out All The Ropes: Chapter 12
"We've just got to wait for Dr. Williams to come you over once more and then she should sign you're discharge papers," Steve said, pacing Stiles' hospital room and adding any last minute things to Stiles duffle bag.
Right," Stiles said, taking a drink of water as he swung his legs back and forth on the edge of his bed. He picked idly at the tape holding the IV in his arm still, squinting his eyes at his father.
"Then we'll get you home so you can rest some more. I'll call Doctor Jeffers once we get home to just check in and see if she wants to see you. Just to keep an eye on the twins, right?" Steve said, jiggling his keys in his pockets.
"Can you stop pacing?" Stiles asked, yawning as he rubbed his stomach. "You're making me nervous. What's up with you anyway?"
"Just worried about you. This is the second time you've been in here since you got pregnant. I guess I just wanna keep you safe. You're always going to be my little boy, Stiles. It's always my job to keep you safe, even if you've mated with an Alpha Werewolf."
"Right, the afterschool special. I love you dad, but tone it down a bit."
"Anyway," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "Once you get back to the house and your own room you'll feel better. Shit." Steve stopped his eyes wide.
"What?" Stiles said, straightening up the best he could to look at his father with concern.
"You're bedroom…I wanted it to be a surprise for when you guys got back from LA. But the boys of your pack and I had started to repaint rooms so I could move into my office, you could move into my room, and we could make your room into a nursery. But then everyone had to leave because of something with Isaac and that left Scott and I and I haven't been back to the house much so I'm not sure if things got finished…"
"That may have been the sweetest thing ever," Stiles said with a grin. "But don't worry if it's not done. I mean there's still a couple months before it's necessary to be done." Steve gave Stiles a small smile before stooping to pull his son into a tight hug, laughing slightly when Stiles' stomach got in the way.
"Sorry to ruin this moment, gentlemen," a voice came from the door and Stiles laughed as his dad pulled away. Dr. Williams smiled at the Stilinski's as she entered the room. "I just need to check on Genim once more then I can let you guys get out of here."
"Thank God," Stiles said, thrusting his hand in the air but then flinching when the IV pulled. "And I'll say it again, I hate that name."
"Tough luck. I loved your mother enough to let her name you that."
"So whipped," Stiles mumbled, grinning as Dr. Williams chuckled and listened to his heartbeat.
"Deep breath. And another. One more. Good, good. Looks like there hasn't been any more peaks in your temperature which is great. Have you had any headaches? Light headedness? Aches? Pains?"
"Nope," Stiles said with a shrug, leaning back on his hands a bit. "I mean I've been tired but I feel like that's kind of expected at this stage in the game. Right after I woke I had a couple headaches but nothing more recently."
"How about the twins? Have they been more active than normal? Less active?"
"About the same. I still have to pee constantly and one of them is always kicking me in the ribs and waking me up at night. But that happened before this. I feel normal."
"Good, good," Dr. Williams said, smiling as she marked in his chart. "You're test results have all came back clean and there's no trace of the Aconitum left in your system. I see no reason to keep you here anymore. I'd make an appointment with Dr. Jeffers soon just to keep an eye on the twins. And make sure you're careful as to what injest from here on out. Hopefully we won't see you back here until you're in labor."
"That would be nice," Stiles said with a grin as Steve let out a small chuckle.
"I'll send a nurse in to stop your IV and fill out your discharge papers. Have a good day, gentlemen," She said with a grin, shaking Steve's hand.
"You know, it's kind of breezy, but I think this hospital gown is more comfortable than pants," Stiles said, and Steve snorted, shaking his head as he went to bring the car around.
Derek checked his watch as he paced behind the Camaro. He sighed as he passed phone from one hand to the other, glancing up at the house.
"And he's okay, right? The doctor said he'd be fine?" the alpha asked quietly, leaning against the trunk of his car. He listened as Sherriff Stilinski babbled away about how the doctor said Stiles was fine and the babies were fine and it wasn't lost on Derek where Stiles got his ability to talk nonstop.
"He's asked about you," Steve said finally and Derek sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got to meet with Argent about this treaty and I'm not sure how long it's going to last exactly. If you could, leave that out of your explanation. Tell him I had to do something for Mr. Whittemore or something. But I'll be over as soon as I can."
"You're really going to lie to him again?" Steve asked quietly and Derek cleared his throat.
"I'll tell him the truth once I get there. I just don't want him being worried about me going into the Argent's house by myself. Bad prior experiences…"
"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard. He's asleep anyway. If you're quick he won't even know."
"Quick. Yeah. I'll try. I'll see you later Mr. Stilinski," Derek mumbled as he ended the call and pushed away from the car. He slid his phone into his jacket pocket and walked up the sidewalk to the Argent's front door. Before he even got to the steps the door swung open and Chris Argent appeared with his arms crossed.
"Hale," he said with a nod.
"Argent," Derek said, his hands deep in his pockets. "If possible can we get this over with quickly? I've got a lot of things to work through with Stiles."
"Of course. And how is the…father to be?" Chris asked, stepping back so Derek could enter the house. Derek swallowed a sigh as he felt the burn of mountain ash as he stepped into house.
"He's doing much better, no thanks to your wife."
"About that; Derek you have to know I had no idea about my wife's intensions. Your mate and your cubs are all innocent and didn't deserve any of the troubles she has put them through. Nor has most of your pack; I have to say that I am very impressed as to how well you have controlled them. Even that new one, the goalie."
"I had had no intentions of turning Danny," Derek said, leaning against the counter. "But there was an accident and it was either let him die or change him."
"I do not blame you, Derek," Chris said, spreading a few papers across the counter. "As long as they keep to themselves and don't harm others, I am fine with your pack."
"This treaty," Derek said, clearing his throat. "What…what will this entail?"
"Just a few simle guidelines," Chris said, a small smile on his face. "First of all, there will be no attacking humans or wildlife for that matter. I would be less upset about the wildlife, though. Second of all, there will be no more random changing. It's understandable in the situation with the goalie-Danny? Life and death, I understand. But you're pack is already one of the biggest I've seen in quite some time."
"If you've been keeping track, I've been forced to adopt a few. I didn't change Scott or Lydia."
"I'm well aware, Derek. In fact, I'm glad you've taken them in. There's no reason to have two teenage werewolves running around without an alpha. Number three, I'm not going to forbid you're pack from mating and procreating. I know they all seem to date each other and if should they have children that's fine. But the pups of our pack have the same rules as the rest of them; the first time the attack a human there are accountable for their actions."
"Pups won't change at the full moon until they hit puberty. And don't worry, my children will be well trained." Derek cleared his throat, meeting Argent's eyes. "Are those you're only rules?"
"Should your pack be under attack, I give you full rights to defend yourselves. I also expect them to defend Beacon Hills should there ever be an attack of your kind." Chris leaned back on the counter behind him, his arms crossed. "In exchange, should other groups of hunters come to town accusing your pack of something I will defend you as long as there is no doubt in my mind." Derek nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Do we have a deal?" Argent asked.
"I'll need this in writing," Derek said, leaning heavily on his arms. "I"ll need this in writing so we'll both have a copy. But yes, I agree to this. Now about your wife…"
"I have men out looking for her as we speak. Victoria has gone off the deep end and has broken not only my trust but the hunters code as well. She will be dealt with in house and as long as I have my way with it she'll never hurt your pack again."
"My pack can handle it. It's my family that I'm concerned about. This is the second time in six months she's put my mate-my children-in the hospital. My innocent mate and pups. That's not okay in anyway."
"I understand how upset you are, Derek. And I promise you she'll be dealt with. Your family will be safe." Chris looked up from his writing. He gestured for Derek to fallow him to the office off the kitchen where he made a copy. He signed both copies before passing them off to Derek. "I will do my best to keep your family safe as long as you do the same for mine."
"Allison?" Derek asked, dropping the pen down on the desk. "I have a feeling your little girl is more ferocious than half my pack. But I'll do my best."
"That's all I ask. Now, get home to your mate. I'm sure he's waiting." Derek studied Argent's face for a long time before nodding, letting himself out of the house.
"I've got to say, you're pack impresses me more and more every day," Steve said, leading Derek up the stairs. "After they all ran off with the Isaac problem the other day, that left just Scott and I and I never thought we'd get this done. By the way, is all okay with Isaac?"
"Mr. Whittemore helped him fill out the papers to be considered an emancipated minor and they're having them processes as soon as possible. David is buddy buddy with a few judges that he plays golf with and they're going to hopefully approve it before Nancy comes into town."
"I take it Isaac and Nancy don't have the best relationship?" Steve asked, pausing at the top of the stairs."
"It's his dad's sister who apparently half way blames Isaac for Camden's death. It's best to keep him out of that house."
"So it seems. Anyway, when they all ran out last week I thought I'd never get this room finished. But it seems they've been keep themselves busy while I was spending every night at the hospital," Steve said as he swung the door open to Stiles' room.
Except, it wasn't Stiles room anymore. Derek raised a brow at the light turquoise walls with a sunset mural on the east wall. He grinned at the small pack of wolves howling at the moon that was just starting to come up in the background.
"Did you know Isaac can draw?" Steve said from the door, a small smile on his face. Derek shook his head, slowly dragging his fingers over the white rocking chair in the corner. "That was Stiles' mother's chair. I, uh, I plan on buying the cribs and what not for him for this house. I know you'll have a nursery at your own place so there's no need for you to have to buy double of everything. I just figured I'd wait until everything settles down and after the shower Lydia is planning to guy get stuff. But this is a pretty decent start."
"It's beautiful," Derek whispered. "This is great Sherriff. And you've handled this better than I expected anyone to. I'm sorry I've dragged Stiles into my mess of a life. But I promise I'll keep him safe."
"I'll hold you to that. I've already got him moved into my room thanks to your pack. Room at the end of the hallway. I'm not sure if he's awake or not…"
"He's still asleep," Derek said with a small smile on his face. "I can hear his breathing."
"Of course you can," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "While you two are still working things out I don't want you spending the night here. Give him space while he thinks and all that. But I won't stop you from going and spending some time with him and the twins right now. Just don't try pulling any of that Twilight shit in the middle of the night, okay?"
"Got it. No climbing up the drain pipe. Can I go see him now?" Derek asked, his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, smartass. And leave through the front door, too." Derek rolled his eyes as he walked down the hallway, quietly opening the door to Stiles' new room.
Stiles was sprawled awkwardly across the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach. If Derek watched closely enough he could see the small ripple effect of watching his children move inside Stiles. The alpha grinned at the small snores that left his mate as he carefully crossed the room.
Stiles bed was small in the first place but it was absolutely tiny in the new master bedroom. Derek slid his jacket off and hung it on the back of Stiles' chair before sliding his boots off, too. He paused at the foot of Stiles' bed, his hands on his hips as he decided how to position the teen so he would still be comfortable but also so Derek could fit in behind him. He was saved from having to physically move Stiles, however, when the teen let out a small whimper, yawning as he blinked up at Derek.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Just checking on you. I thought maybe I could get in a quick nap with you but it looks like I woke you up. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. Here, I can move over," Stiles said as he awkwardly tried to scoot over.
"You look like a turtle on its back," Derek said with a small chuckle and Stile let out a loud huff as he rolled his eyes.
"Totally your fault. But I like it when you smile like that. It makes you look younger." Stiles finally succeeded in rolling over enough so Derek could slide in behind him. "Where were you earlier? I thought you'd be there when I made my big break from the hospital. And by big break I mean I waited patiently until they brought me a wheelchair so I didn't have to waddle my fat ass out of there."
"Your ass isn't fat. And besides, even if it was, I like it like this. And I had a meeting. With Argent."
"Excuse me?" Stiles said, trying to turn in Derek's arms.
"He approached the pack while you were still in the ICU. Isaac came to tell me. We made a treaty so that'll hopefully smooth things over for the future."
"What kind of treaty? I mean what did you agree to?"
"I left it in the Camaro. But basically we don't attack humans, keep the eating woodland creatures and changing humans to a minimum. Apparently we're allowed to mate. We're expected to protect the town if shit goes down, but he'll defend us to other hunters."
"And if this treaty gets broken?" Stiles asked, wiggling back closer to Derek.
"You don't wanna know," Derek whispered, placing a kiss to the back of Stiles head.
"God this is so Twilight," Stiles snorted, closing his eyes. Derek chuckled, rubbing his hand over Stiles' stomach.
"So about this. About us?" Derek whispered into Stiles' neck.
"I don't know," Stiles mumbled, intertwining his hand with Derek's. "We'll just take it slow and see where it goes. But right now? I like this."
"I like this too," Derek whispered, pressing another kiss to Stiles' head.
This was the most at ease his wolf had felt in months. In years in fact. Ever since right before the fire Derek had always felt tense, too big for his own skin. Kate had done nothing to help with that. He had always felt like he had to prove himself to her. Like he had to prove that he wasn't just some stupid little kid trying to love an older woman. But here with Stiles in his arms? This was the happiest he'd felt in as long as he could remember. He was pretty sure that if he was a cat he'd be purring. If Stiles needed this to go slow then Derek would crawl if he had too.
AN: I am so so so so so so so so sorry this has taken so long! This is my senior year of college, I work all the time and my life (read: love life) is a mess. I'll try to update more if I can but here's a little something to hold you over for now. Thanks for all your support. You have no idea how much it means to me!