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The Strongest Feelings
Chapter 9
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Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Something had Stiles' leg and it was pulling him down farther into the depths of the sea. He struggled to break free, but the grip and weight of whatever it was too great for him to out swim. He was running out of oxygen and the harder he struggled for his life the harder it was for him to keep his last breath in. Just as his body was about to force him to take a breath underwater Stiles looked down and saw just in the dark blue blackness his face. Peter's face. Dragging him deeper into the cooling water. He gasped, releasing his last breath and painfully slipped into death; choking on the salty sea.
Drowning as the sea took Derek away from him.
Drowning as the sea took his child away from him.
Drowning as the sea took friends and family from him.
Drowning as the sea took everything away from him.
Cleansing him of everything he once loved and rinsing him of everything he needed.
Drowning.
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Stiles sat up with a start, grasping his neck as he choked and coughed on invisible water. Tears were streaming down his cheeks before he realized what had happened for the third time since they got to the beach. Stiles had forgotten his meds, but worst of all he didn't tell Derek he forgot them and instead of being honest like he should, he suffered in silence and went back to the sleeping pattern he had before they met Dr. Deaton. He barely slept.
Worst of all he was starting to pick fights with Derek almost every day and he knew Derek hated it.
He looked around the small living room in the hotel suit, the sun was still pouring into the grand scale windows, so he knew he couldn't have slept that long. But he also knew that Derek should be back any moment. And just as that thought past is mind the door made the unlocking sound and Derek entered with a bag of groceries.
Stiles quickly stood up and headed to the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" Derek asked noticing the anxiety in the room, and the faint smell of tears. Since Stiles was pregnant his sense had improved a small amount to better help protect his mate.
"Fine." Stiles choked out closing the bathroom door.
Derek stared after him for a moment wanting to knock on the door, but instead put the food away in the marble kitchen.
When Stiles came out of the bathroom a while later Derek was sitting in the living room watching TV. "It's happening again, isn't it?" Derek asked without turning his head.
"What is?" Stiles asked staying out of sight of Derek.
"Your nightmares."
"No, I just…I just stubbed my toe before you walked-"
"Stiles, don't lie to me. This is the third time. Did you pack your meds?" Derek stood and turned to face him, crossing his arms and waiting.
Stiles thought about lying, he opened his mouth, but closed it and just shook his head, resting his hands on his growing stomach. "I'm sorry…I forgot…" He whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know…" The teen said, but actually he did know. He didn't want to upset Derek, nor did he want to go back home so early because he needed to get the pills. They'd been there for a month and Stiles had slept maybe a fourth of that time.
"This isn't good for the baby."
"I know."
Derek ran his fingers through his black hair before he sighed and walked over to Stiles, wrapping his arms around his mate to comfort him the best way he knew how. Stiles felt his pain and sadness, but mostly his anxiety leave his body leaving him with this light but equally empty feeling. Derek leant down and kissed him on the cheek, then the lips.
"Let's go home."
"I don't want to."
Derek stared at him for a moment. "We have to."
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The trip back home was quiet for the most part, Stiles was so tired that he couldn't carry on a conversation not matter how hard he wanted too. Plus the feeling of being in a car for so long was making him sleepier.
When they entered Beacon Hills Derek wasted no time in going straight to Deaton's office.
"Are you coming inside?" Derek asked.
"No, I'll wait here." Stiles mumbled, too tired to barely form words.
Derek got out and left Stiles in the car and the teen instantly closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep. He was at the beach again with Derek on night five. They were in the water and Derek was supporting his body with one arm as he started to enter him from behind. He felt himself stretch open as his mate filled him with his hard member until he was fully in. Then Derek pulled out, all the way to the tip and just as Stiles was about to ask why Derek slammed so fast and hard into him he almost fell over.
"Get on your hands and knees." Derek whispered into Stiles' ear and instantly the teenager was on his knees, his body ready to receive more of his mate.
The water splashed all around them as Derek continued to tease slowly in and out of Stiles' and when least expected slam into him with such force that Stiles gasped and moaned, gripping the sand underneath them, only to have it slowly wash away from his grip.
"Derek, faster…" Stiles panted as his mate continued to tease him. "Please Derek." He moaned.
"Faster?"
"Yeah, come on, wolf boy!" Stiles said loudly. Derek held onto Stiles, steadying him so he wouldn't fall over and started to relentlessly pound into the teenager, the sound of splashing water drowning out Stiles' loud and wonton sounds as he came quicker than he wanted too. Derek stopped after a moment, pulling out and turning Stiles' around so he was facing him.
"I love you so much." Derek said stroking himself as Stiles watched.
"I love you more." Stiles said and Derek started to come right on-
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The sound of the Derek growling woke Stiles' up almost instantly, he was panting, but in the best way possible. He looked around for a moment, confused and a little frightened until he realized where he was. He was home and was being carried by Derek. He craned his neck around to find that Scott and Isaac were sitting on the floor in the den with bags upon bags of food, cans, and other junk scattered around in a huge mess.
"I…we…weren't expecting you home so soon!" Isaac said quickly standing up.
"I'm going to rip both of your throats out." Derek growled turning and walking upstairs. Stiles could hear his friends scrambling to clean up the house before Derek returned.
"How did we get here so fast?" Stiles asked stretching in Derek's arms.
"I assume you had a pretty good dream." Derek said opening their bedroom door and setting Stiles on the bed.
"Why?" The teen asked and Derek cocked an eyebrow.
Stiles followed his mate's eyes to his pants where, surprise, there was the beginning of wetness seeping through his pants.
"Oh…oh…" Stiles blushed feeling highly embarrassed. He couldn't remember the last time he had a wet dream, and the fact he had one in front of Derek was ten times worse.
"I actually smelled your arousal when I got in the car." Derek grinned walking away into the bathroom.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Stiles asked starting to wiggle out of his pants and shirt.
"Because you needed sleep." Derek called.
Stiles stared down at his belly, he was almost six months pregnant now and it was impressive.
When Derek returned with new clothes and a warm washcloth he stopped and just started at his mate examining himself. Stiles sat up on the headboard of the bed and just casually rubbed his growing belly, without a care in the world; it was beautiful.
"Here." Derek said after a long moment dropping the clothes next to Stiles.
"Thanks." He said still staring at his belly as Derek spread his legs to clean up the left over semen.
"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" Stiles asked and Derek stopped mid wipe.
"I never thought about it." Derek said honestly. He'd be happy no matter the sex of the baby.
"If it's a girl we should name her after your mother…if you're okay with that?" Stiles asked staring up at Derek.
The older man was quiet for a while and continued to clean Stiles off.
"You don't have to like it…it was just a suggestion."
"No I like it." Derek finished and grabbed Stiles' pants, putting them on the boy. "I wouldn't mind, actually I think it's a great idea, Stiles."
Stiles grinned and went back to staring at his belly. "And if it's a boy we can name it Cade…or Derek Jr…"
"No, not junior." Derek said getting into bed with Stiles. He pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket and handed it to him. "Take this."
"Aren't you going to beat Isaac and Scott to a bloody pulp?" Stiles asked as he took the pill.
"I thought about it, but right now I rather just be here with you." Derek said kissing Stiles' forehead. "Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."
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Stiles stared in the mirror, he was eight months pregnant now yet he felt more like 14. He rubbed his belly in the mirror, feeling the baby give a tough kick back.
"He's a fighter." Derek said from the bed.
"Picking sides, huh?" Stiles turned toward Derek.
"No, not yet."
Stiles got on the bed and rested his head on Derek's chest. "I want to see my dad."
"I know you do." Derek said brushing his fingers through Stiles' hair. "Why don't you call him?"
"He's at work until three tonight then he's going straight to bed." Stiles murmured just as the door was assaulted with knocking and yelling. The pair shot up and Derek hurried to the door and opened. Isaac was standing there panting with wild eyes.
"What happened?" Derek asked.
"Scott and I were in the woods…and there was a werewolf….he'd headed toward the house…" Isaac was completely out of breathe and Derek told him to stay with Stiles. Derek bounded down the stairs, out the front door, and into the woods. He picked up Scott's scent almost instantly and also the faint scent of someone else.
When he reached Scott he was leaning against a tree trying to catch his breath.
"What happened?" Derek growled.
"There is this guy; he's strong. Isaac and I tried to hold him off but he escaped." Scott said glancing down at the large strip of fabric missing from his shirt with blood, but the gash had healed.
"Which way did he go?"
Scott tilted his head in the direction. "I'll go with you."
"You'll just slow me down, Scott."
"No, I'm fine." The teen replied determined. He pushed away from the tree and started in the direction with Derek close behind him. They stopped just short of a clearing and in the center was the werewolf. He was facing away from them, but they could hear him mumbling something to himself.
"What's he saying?" Scott asked leaning trying to hear him.
Derek glared at him then back at the werewolf, but was startled to find the man had turned around and was staring at him. It was then that Derek instantly recognized his face, or at least the lower half of it from his wedding. He was missing his sunglasses exposing his dead and still red and white eyes.
"Hello gentlemen." He spoke as if they were a foot away from them, his tone smooth but strong in his human form.
"What do we do?" Scott asked quickly.
Derek thought for a moment unsure himself. He took a moment before he took the few steps to enter the clearing.
"What do you want?" Derek asked trying but failing to keep the venom out of his voice.
"Is that any way to treat a former wedding guest?" The man asked with a forced smile. His eyes still and dead and his mouth shaped a weird display of mixed emotions.
"You came onto my land, I have the right." Derek barked. He had a short temper today.
"I'm just here to check up on you and your…growing family, Derek." The man said extending his hand. "You can't expect anything else from me."
Derek stared at him, waiting for him to attack, but the man stood still, his dead eyes just above Derek's wild ones.
"How far along is he; your mate? He must be about to pop."
"I asked you a question." Derek hissed.
"And I GAVE YOU ONE!" The man roared so loud it shook the ground slightly.
Derek got lower to the ground, ready to attack. "Leave now!"
The dead eyed man laughed. "You don't scare me, Derek Hale. I've stood in the middle of disaster and laughed at it. I've sat in the middle of chaos and smirked. You do not move me." He cocked his head up slightly. "I expect a better scent from a man of pure blood, but I guess it can't be helped when you're laying with a human."
Derek's blood boiled.
"Come, come, and say what you want." The man made the same unsettling grin again.
"Get. Off. My. Land." Derek said starting to shake. He didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold back.
The man shook his head slowly, in a mocking way, and Derek sprung at him, just short of knocking him down. Derek landed on all fours and turned to find the man on the other side of the clearing where Scott sprung out and missed him as well, but the man grabbed Scott's left leg and slammed him into the ground.
"Children shouldn't indulge in adults' fights." The man said rolling his shoulders. He then spoke without turning his head toward Derek. "As for you, I will be around. I'll hunt where I please and do as I please until I feel it's time."
"For what?" Derek seethed.
At that the man smiled and simply walked away from the clearing, and Derek watched. He was strong, there was no doubt there and he wasn't going to waste his energy on fighting him. He turned and headed for home.
"You aren't going to go after him?" Scott asked.
Derek kept walking as he spoke and Scott followed. "Rule number one of your training, pick your fights."
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Stiles and Isaac were sitting in the bedroom together playing video games when Derek and Scott entered. Isaac instantly stood but he wasn't sure why; reflex?
"What happened?" Stiles asked waiting on news. "Isaac wouldn't tell me anything."
"Nothing." Derek said simply sitting in a chair in the room.
"No, no there was something! You ran out of here for nothing!" Stiles said.
"Stress isn't good for the baby." Isaac said and Derek pointed to him.
"What he said."
"Derek! Come on! Tell me, I won't stress out! Please!" Stiles said. "Scott, we are best friends, you'll tell me right?"
Derek glared at Scott and the teen shook his head. "Sorry man." Scott said grabbing Isaac. "We'll be downstairs." He said before the two of them left.
"You have to tell me." Stiles said to Derek.
Derek shook his head.
"Was it dangerous? Should I call my dad?"
"You're out of town until that baby is born, remember?" Derek said and Stiles pouted. Derek stood and went over to his mate, putting his hand on the top of his head. "It's only for one more month."
"I miss my dad." Stiles whispered rubbing his belly.
"One month isn't that long if you think about it." Derek said.
"I think about it a lot actually…" Stiles looked up at Derek. "I want this kid to love its grandfather."
"And they will." Derek kissed him.
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Stiles was in the kitchen chopping up green onions to put in a soup he was making for dinner when the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Isaac said hurrying to the door.
"Okay…" Stiles said to himself as he tossed the green bits into the soup. A moment later Scott came around the corner.
"Sup bro, wow your stomach is huge!" Scott exclaimed bumping fists with Stiles.
"The baby is due in a week and I'm ready! Derek said we can go shopping for more baby stuff today too!"
"What do you have so far?"
"Just the stuff in the nursery right now. I want to get blankets, clothes, bottles, diapers, and-" Stiles dropped the knife he was holding and held his stomach.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked getting closer.
"I don't know…this sharp pain. Fuck!" Stiles hissed out. His body felt like it was on fire from the inside.
"Do you want me to call Derek?"
"No…nooooo!" Stiles grabbed the counter. "Okay, okay now you can call him!"
Scott quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Derek's number. "Do you think there is something wrong with the baby?" Scott asked.
"Maybe?" Stiles said letting the extremely sharp pains subside slowly. "I can barely breath…holy…"
"Sit down!" Scott said guiding his friend to a seat. Stiles held his belly and started to breath in sharp shallow breaths. He felt like he was having a panic attack, but the pain was far worse than anything he had ever felt.
"What's going on?" Isaac asked peaking around the corner into the kitchen while Scott explained the situation to Derek over the phone.
"Isaac come here!" Stiles said reaching out. When the boy was within reach he grabbed Isaac's arm and squeezed it as hard as he could. He complained a little, but Stiles told him to shut up because he was a werewolf. This shouldn't affect you at all!
"He'll be here in a second." Scott said looking around nervous and unsure what to do.
"I hope nothing is wrong with the baby." Stiles said holding his belly as Derek flew into the house.
"Come on, we're going to Deaton." He said picking his mate up.
"What? No, I'm fine now. Put me down!" Stiles said starting to struggle just as the second pang of intense muscle spasms hit him. He screamed and Derek hurried him out the door and into the SUV.
"Do you want one of us to come?" Scott asked.
"No stay here." Derek said before burning out of the parked spot.
"Derek!" Stiles said gritting his teeth.
"We'll get there soon!" Derek replied reaching over and touching Stiles' stomach only to have his plan of relieving some of the pain rejected. "I don't know what's going on."
"DEREK!" Stiles screamed.
"We are almost there." Derek said stepping on the gas.
"Derek what if there is something wrong with the baby?" Stiles cried as they got closer.
Derek fell silent for a while.
"I don't want to lose it." Stiles started to tear up again.
"Stiles, everything is going to be okay." Derek whispered and this time he grabbed Stiles' hand, letting his mate squeeze it as hard as he could. The pain returned again, this time stronger than before and with more force. Stiles started to scream, while digging his nails deep into Derek's hand. His body was shaking and he was breaking out into a cold sweet, but the pain was enough to cause him to black out, yet he wondered why he wasn't already.
I'd rather black out right now than deal with this. I rather be dead than deal with this. I can't breathe, I'm going to die!
"Stiles, stay with me." Derek said pulling into the parking lot. He got out quickly, hurrying around to pick Stiles' up and carry him into the office. Lucky for them there was no one inside, but Deaton was standing at the counter.
"Bring him around!" The doctor said opening the side door. They hurried around to the examining room and Derek put Stiles on the table.
"I think I'm dying!" Stiles panted.
Deaton quickly pulled out his stethoscope and listened to Stiles' pulse before he pulled out more advanced equipment to check the fetus.
"What's…what's going on?" Stiles breathed.
"There isn't anything wrong with the baby, but it is coming." Dr. Deaton said hurrying to get gloves.
"Coming?" Derek asked with wide eyes. "Now? I though you said he had another week."
"I can give you a ball park, but babies are the ones that decided when they are ready to come!" Deaton said adjusting the table. They got Stiles clothes off and put him in a hospital gown.
"When are you giving me the drugs?" Stiles asked squeezing Derek's hand.
"You're too far along for drugs at this point." Deaton said looking under the gown.
"What does that mean?" Stiles started to squeeze again.
"That means the next time you feel pain, you push with all your might." Deaton said positioning himself.
"Derek…" Stiles cried as he felt another wave of pain attack him. "AHHHHH!" He screamed while Deaton yelled for him to push. He felt like he was going to split in half and God was going to rain down fire upon him and him alone. WHY?
"Push, Stiles!" Derek said holding his mate as the boy tried to regain some type of self-awareness. He was starting to dip in and out from the amount of pain; which was just increasing as they went.
"I can't…I can't…" Stiles said shaking his head back and forth. "NO!"
"Come on, push!"
"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Stiles screamed.
"PUSH!"
"I HATE YOU!"
"You are almost there, Stiles." Deaton said. "You're crowning."
"Wha-AHHHHH!" Stiles screamed louder than he thought possible and a moment later the pain fell mute and his vision went blurry, than black, but only for a second. When he came to Derek was smiling and pointing, but he couldn't hear him. It took a while for his hearing to come back and when it did the sound of a baby crying filled the air. His baby.
I'm a father…haha…me!
Stiles looked around, but his vision was still a little blurry until Deaton put the baby in his arms.
"Congratulations, Stiles and Derek." Deaton said with a wide smile
"Ha…oh man, look at you…you're so cute!" Stiles said looking down at the tiny little baby in his arms. Its little head at tuffs of wet back hair, and its big brown eyes squeezed shut as it cried. "Derek!" Stiles cried.
"He's beautiful." Derek said softly kissing Stiles' head.
"It's a boy?" Stiles asked looking around.
"Yup." Derek said touching the baby's cheek softly.
"Cade Hale." Stiles breathed looking down at his precious baby.
"Oh…uh…" Deaton quickly spun around drawing the attention of both guys.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked.
"Stiles, I'm going to need for you to push again!" The doctor said quickly.
"W-why?" Stiles looked confused.
"Because you're having twins!"
Baby number two came out quicker than baby number one, and when Deaton handed the precious baby girl over to Derek, Stiles' finally was able to take a few deep breaths.
"There aren't any more surprise babies are there?" Stiles asked as Derek brought the second baby, baby Talia, into his arms with baby Cade.
"No, I think that's it." Deaton said removing his gloves. "I'm as surprised as you are. None of your ultrasounds showed a second fetus."
"Is this common?" Derek asked glancing at the doctor before back at his children.
"There are a lot of variables that could have caused it, but usually yes. Multiples with males are higher."
"I'm okay with that!" Stiles started to cry looking at his two lovely children.
"What's wrong, Stiles?" Derek said rubbing his mate's cheek.
"I'm just…just so happy!" He cried.
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Hello Everyone!
And Babies! Babies for all! This chapter did start out a little dark...okay a lot dark, but look where it landed? With two awesome little babies for Stiles and Derek to share! Talia and Cade Hale! EHHHH!
Now in future chapters we can see over protective dad Derek and nanny Isaac XDD Protection also comes with baby sitting services!
Thank you for ready thus far and remember to comment and review, it means a lot to me!
Until next time my lovelies, bye!