Thought I'd give you guys another one. Here you go! :)

About: Derek has a dream. A really weird vivid dream, that he wants to come true.

Pairing: Derek/Stiles.

Thanks for the reviews.

17. WHAT BABY!?

When Derek opened his eyes, he looked around his bedroom. It was the same as it always was, expect that there was a brand new crib just in the corner nearest the window. A soft snore came from the side of him, and he looked down to see Stiles. A small smile came to his face as his eyes swept over his mate's body.

Then suddenly, he froze.

What the hell was...that?

Where Stiles' belly once was, was now a huge bump. And there was a heartbeat coming from said place...Stiles wasn't pregnant when Derek went to sleep.

Wake up, Derek tried to will himself awake. But it wasn't working. His body did obviously not want to cooperate with him. Fine. He'll sit through this weird dream and punish his body later.

Suddenly, wetness spread within the sheets and Stiles was awake. Derek's first thought was that Stiles had wet himself, but when Stiles started whimpering and muttering about cutting off Derek's balls, Derek knew there was something wrong.

"Stiles?" Derek asked. "What is it?"

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as he ground out. "It's time."

"W-what for?" Derek asked in a hushed tone.

"What for!?" Stiles all but screams. "For the baby, you jackass! Get the bag and the car and take me to Deatons! NOW!"

Derek did as Stiles asked, because wow he was cranky.

"Shit!" Stiles said, pain in his voice. He fisted the bed sheets as another contraction went through him. "Derek, call Deaton ahead so he's ready with pain killers!"

"Okay, okay..."

Derek would seriously like to wake up now...

After what seemed like hours of pushing and dream breaking Derek's hand, dream Stiles finally delivered a baby boy. And just as Deaton was about to let him hold it...

"DEREK!" Stiles screamed.

"What, what, what? Is it the baby?"

"Huh?" Stiles asked a fully awake Derek. "I had a baby in your dream?"

"Yeah," Derek answered. "A little boy."

Silence.

"You want a baby." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

Derek nodded. "Yeah."

"Then it's settled."

"We're trying for a baby?"

"Yep. And please don't let my dad talk me into calling it a stupid name."

"I promise."

They spent the rest of the night talking.

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Wrote this really quickly, if you hadn't noticed. Sorry.