Picking out wallpaper wasn't as hard for Derek as he imagined, I could tell that he'd eased up over the next few weeks, but he'd become more protective than before. It didn't come as a surprise though, even Stiles had become more protective of me and Ella. Joshua's news about other werewolves heading towards Beacon Hills kinda freaked us all out a bit, but there hadn't been any further information about the matter, and we hadn't sensed any other creatures in the town, at least not yet. Derek was still nagging about the marriage thing, this time using mating as his argument.
"You know that if we mate, other packs will be even more hesitant to stepping into our territory. It's like an unspoken thing, it lets them know that we have a structured pack, with an Alpha couple. We're stronger together" he explained one evening.
"We are pretty strong just as we are" I defended. "I told you, I don't want to be pregnant at my own wedding. It's just a bit tacky…" I shrugged. Derek was having a hard time understanding what I meant, and it was pretty strange trying to explain it to him. "We'll be mates in no time, I give you my word" I giggled. "Just gotta get our little girl into the world first" I said. Derek still looked like he couldn't understand why I wanted to wait. I guess it was just the perks of being born human.
"Are you still fussing about getting married earlier?" Ella asked as she and her little gang entered the living room. Derek blushed slightly as he noticed our private conversation wasn't a too quiet one.
"I've gotta say though, I'm with Derek on this one" Scott supported him. "Why not just get it over with?" he shrugged.
"Yeah, it's probably better to get it done with before your little furball comes along anyway…" Stiles entered the conversation. Scott nodded in agreement as if it was just the simple matter of sliding a ring on each other's fingers. Ella, Allison and their little red haired friend Lydia sighed in unison. All three of them looked at the last member of their little pack who hadn't yet said a word.
"What do you think, Jackson?" Stiles asked the newest werewolf in the pack.
The tall, handsome boy shrugged and avoided eye contact with any of the girls.
"You agree with them?" Lydia asked not too surprised. Jackson tried to conceal his agreement by eyeing Stiles and Scott, giving them the "why did you have to drag me into this" look.
"Regardless, this is a matter for me and Evelyn…" Derek said though I could see the gratitude he held for the boys at that moment.
"Well, you don't seem to get it, so someone's gotta help out Evy" Lydia pointed out.
"What is it he doesn't get?" Scott asked innocently. All three girls looked at each other and then looked at me. I was pretty sure that none of the guys in that room understood us, but the girls seemed pretty astonished that they didn't share mutual feelings about this matter.
"How is it none of you get this?" Allison asked seeming genuinely shocked. All of the boys, including Derek rested their inquisitive gazes on her. "Scott, you just suggested that they just get it over with" Allison rolled her eyes at how stupid her boyfriend's remark sounded.
"And Stiles you're no better" Ella continued as she wiped Stiles' smirk right off.
"What is it we don't get? Tell us, we're just dying to know" Jackson said sarcastically though we all knew that they were dying to find the missing link.
"A marriage... No scratch that, marriage is nothing. A wedding day is the most important day of a woman's life. Screw first crushes, first kisses, first anythings" Lydia paused to catch her breath after her exaggerated, but true statement.
"If a woman has at all set her mind on one day possibly getting married it can't be done halfway" Allison continued.
"Most women, and especially in this hopeless romantic's case" Ella paused to refer to me, "have been planning their wedding since they were like twelve" she rolled her eyes in a matter-of-fact manner. "It's a tradition that can in no way be compared to any tradition a man has ever been compassionate about" she continued.
"Like superbowl" Stiles pointed out. I could almost see a light bulb appear above Jacksons head, and Scott was grinning as if he knew exactly how it felt.
"Not like superbowl" I glowered. "We don't even really need the groom to be present, as long as the wedding has been planned orderly we really don't give a damn what happens on paper" I explained. The girls giggled in agreement. I could see little signals of fear flicker in the eyes of the boys as they realized they were discussing their own future marriages, and realizing that they really had no power over any of the coming decisions.

"So is that how the rest of our life is going to be?" I laughed as we put Charlie to bed. Derek focused his eyes one me.
"What do you mean?" he asked totally oblivious.
"That everything we plan has to go through the committee of teens first" I stated.
"Hey, you won that discussion, and as of tonight, I'm never ever disagreeing with you again. I'm pretty sure the boys are planning an ambush to revenge the hell I made them pay with their girlfriends" he said.
I had to laugh. Even Stiles looked like he was 5 seconds away from ripping Derek's throat out when Ella gave him a look of disappointment. All the girls were pretty pissed at their boyfriends' ignorance when they left. "But I guess it's not going to be too different actually… I mean they are my pack, your family, technically to everyone else we're just one big messed up family" he smirked. "Do you like our family? I mean do you mind having a pack? You're going to be their alpha female in not too long, and they already consider you their mother-type" he laughed.
"Scott and Stiles have practically always been a part of my family, I don't mind adding a couple more to the equation" I smiled.
"But no we're not going to have to talk to them about everything" he said seriously. "Like…" he paused.
"Like what?" I was curious as to what he was aiming at.
"Like a name" he continued. "There's no way I'm letting Stiles, or any of them for that matter, name my baby" he finished.
"Do you have any suggestions?" I smiled. Derek thought for a long while. "What was your mother's name?" I asked. He smiled a peaceful smile.
"Angelica" he answered. The name sounded so heavenly. I could just imagine a beautiful tall woman with long, dark hair and a warm, loving smile.
"What was she like?" I asked curious to know the part of Derek I'd never really explored.
"She was caring and warm, she was definitely the kindest in our family" Derek smiled.
"Angelica" I said. What a beautiful name.

Weeks went by, I was getting closer and closer to the biggest days of my life, I couldn't decide though, which was biggest – Derek and I starting our new life together, or Derek and I creating a new life at all. I had to say, this pregnancy thing was really getting to me, I was in the middle of my last trimester, but was still moody as hell. I expected that to wear off after a while, I expected to be able to adjust my feelings after a while, but I couldn't. The slightest thing could make me tear up. "Evelyn" I Derek call faintly. "Evelyn" He called louder. I turned my head to him – I could feel tears filling my eyes. I sat up from my curled position on the couch. "Evelyn, what's wrong?" Derek asked worried. He quickly moved closer, sitting down beside me.
"P-p-pay" I sobbed. I heard Ella call my name from upstairs. Derek said something in respons – it sounded like he said I couldn't be reached at the moment. I was unsure whether or not he was joking.
"Jeez, what's up, Evy. I'm trying to ask you something" she appeared behind Derek. She looked at me, slightly shocked at first, then she looked at the TV screen, and then back at me. "You thought it was a good idea to watch this movie? Now?" she laughed at me. "False alarm, Derek. Go back to whatever you were doing" she teased. Derek eased up a little as he saw that at least one of them understood what was going on.
"Is this some kind of skit? Am I missing something" Derek sounded genuinely confused. "Why are you crying, Evelyn?" he asked once more.
"I'm not crying" I wiped a tear from my cheek. "I'm just venting" I explained. "Just the world is shit sometimes" I continued. Derek seemed even more confused than usual.
"Why is the world full of shit?" he asked. I pointed at Kevin Spacey on the TV screen, he was holding around Helen Hunts waist. Derek seemed just as confused now.
"He tried, you know" I sobbed. "And he managed. He managed to… this movie. Pay it forward" I finished. I was slightly shocked that he hadn't watched the movie, although long and at times slightly boring, the movie set a standard of deep stories. People doing good deeds. Saving other people.
"OK, let's go to bed, Evy" Ella said. "Tell Derek you're OK" she said. "Derek, she just gets emotional when it comes to this. This is like the ultimate 'make-the-world-a-better-place' movie, a classic within its topic" she finished. I pushed myself to my feet. "Do we have any potato chips" I asked.
"You want potato chips?" Derek asked in disbelief. "You were just soaking in your own tears" he continued.
"I feel better. I'm just a bit hungry" I rubbed my huge stomach and set off to the kitchen. "Ooh, do we have dip too?" I asked them.
"Hormones. It's not natural" I heard Derek mutter under his breath. Whatever was he talking about?

Derek crawled into bed. He wrapped his arms around my body, and held me tight in to him. "Goodnight, Evelyn" he whispered. I dozed off as he brushed his lips against my cheeks.
…..

"Ow!" I woke up clutching my stomach. Derek was sound asleep, still clutching to my body. I slowly slid out of his arms and made my way to the bathroom. "Holy God" I tried to keep my voice low so I wouldn't wake up the whole house. The last months of pregnancy involved an awful lot of cramps and stretches, causing me to lose most of my night sleep. I gripped my stomach as another wave of pain erupted. Something didn't feel right. I looked down at my almost hidden legs, I was wet. For just a minute, I couldn't understand for the life of me, why my night pants were wet. "OW" I clutched the corner of the bathroom sink. Oh God, this is it, I thought. I tried to rationalize, I had made an emergency plan weeks ago, I had packed a bag to bring with me, it was all ready. Except me, I had to leave now. "Derek" I rubbed his back a little, hoping the motion would wake him up. "Derek, wake up, we have to go" I leaned closer. "Derek, honey, wake up" he rolled slightly closer. "Derek. Wake up." I said louder, a bit more convincing. He grunted in response. "Derek. Wake the fuck up.. honey" I added.
"Mmwhat's goin on?" his voice was hoarse. He opened his eyes carefully as I rumbled through the closet to find my bag.
"We have to go. I think I'm in labor" I said as I rubbed my belly. Derek didn't move. He seemed to be frozen - he didn't even blink – just stared at me, with no apparent expression on his face.
"Wwhat?" he raised his voice. He saw me grab my bag and move towards the door, I kept breathing steadily as I moved along.
"Well, are you coming or not?" I called a bit louder. Derek was standing next to me within a second. "Ella, it's happening, I have to get to a hospital" I moved quickly towards her. "Ella. Honey, you have to take care of Charlie, I'm in labor" I said once again. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my god, jeez. OK. You go, go have.. You go.. Go!" she shouted. "Derek, help her for crying out loud" she yelled at him. "Call me when you get to the hospital, I'll come as soon as I can" she smiled nervously. "You can do this" she squeezed my hand. "Go be a mom"

"Derek. Would you step on it a bit?" I snapped at Derek. He hadn't said anything yet.
"Speed limit" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"I can't go above the speed limit. It's dangerous" he explained.
"NOW? Now it's dangerous? Listen you dick, I can't take this much longer. At the rate we're going at we'll be pulled over for driving too slow!" I growled at him. He shifted gear.
"OK. OK. I'll go a bit faster – just breathe. Breathe, Evelyn, breathe" Derek started hyperventilating as he instructed me.
"Relax Derek, this is going to be just fi- ooouuw!" I tried to suppress the pain I was feeling right now, Dereks eyes were filled with fear. Not the 'I-don't-want-you-to-be-hurting' type of fear, but the 'I-can't-breathe' kind of fear. He helped me out of the care and carried me into the hospital.
"Hi. I'm having a baby. Where do I put her?" Derek pointed at me while speaking to a nurse. The woman looked over her glasses. She walked slowly to a wheelchair and motioned for Derek to put me in it.
"OK, people, first child?" she asked us. I nodded."This is what's going to happen now" she explained.

Derek's POV:
The nurse was saying something about 'dilating', and 'not long now' I tried with all my might to focus. But this was big news. Shit. I have no idea how to be a father, or a husband, or anything much really. I mean, I want to know, but I've not exactly been the most socialized person these last years.
"Derek, relax" Evelyn comforted once again as she took my hand. The nurse led us into a waiting room; thankfully there was no one else there. Evelyn was breathing heavy possibly trying to hide her pain.
"Evelyn, are you OK?" I asked. I noticed my voice was shaking slightly; I cleared my throat as if that was the problem. "You want me to call the nurse back?" I didn't really know what to say to her right now.
"Derek, if this is too much of a problem for you I can call Ella, you could go home and stay with Charlie", Evelyn said, her expression slightly hurt. I took her face in my hands – feeling the warmth of her cheeks.
"Evelyn, I love you, and I want to be here. We're going to be parents, it's all going to be OK" I comforted her and myself. Her face lit up in a smile.

"I think we're ready now" the doctor said as Evelyn muffled a scream again. There was a lot of movement, nurses came in. "When I say push, Evelyn" he smiled at her. Evelyn screamed and squeezed my hands. I don't think she was quite aware of the fact that she still was a werewolf, and I'm pretty sure she shattered the bones in my hand. I l flinched slightly. She looked down at my hand, and back up at me.
"Really? You're flinching? NOW?" she yelled. Woops.
"Stay focused, Evelyn, one last push now" I heard the doctor call. Evelyn shouted out, at least a few profane words I'd never heard her utter before. I ran my thumb over her cheek, wiping a tear took a breath, and in that moment I heard another sound. A weak heartbeat, its strength increasing.

"Congratulations" the nurse smiled as she placed a blue blanket in Evelyn's hands. Her eyes widened as she looked down. Her peaceful expression soothed me. The immense joy in her eyes made my eyes water. I needed a moment, just to take this in. Before everything else, before being a father, before seeing my child, I needed this image of Evelyn – she looked so complete, and that me feel it.
"Look Derek" she whispered. "Look at our angel" tears escaped her eyes as she made room for me. Slowly I took the edge of the bed, putting my arm around her shoulder, I looked down.
I'd never felt anything like this before. Looking down, I saw my child. I felt the strangest connection, the strangest recognition, in her eyes. Her green eyes, my green eyes, were my mother's green eyes.
The nurse came back, and took the baby from Evelyn's arms.
"W- where are you taking my baby?" she cried. The nurse smiled warmly at us and let out a low laugh.
"I have to get her cleaned up, dear. We'll be right back" she comforted. I looked into Evelyn's eyes.
"We did good" I whispered as I met her lips with my own. She laughed and her eyes overflowed with tears.