Epilogue Part One: Bloodlines

Derek watched his wife with a wide smile stretching across his face.

Lyra, who was unaware of his staring, continued to change for the day. She wore stretchy boyshorts, and was slipping out of the shirt she had been sleeping in. Her stomach was revealed, which had once been toned and flat, was now curved and soft. Spiderwebs of white stretchmarks spread from the bump and across her hips, like rivers across her tanned skin.

The first two trimesters of her pregnancy had been full of heartburn, morning sickness that lasted all day, then cravings. The mood swings were minimal. When she entered her seventh month of pregnancy, Lyra felt a thrill everyday to be woken up to the feeling of her son kicking inside her body.

Deaton had been the one to reveal the gender back at the twenty week mark. Lyra and Derek were both thrilled, not having a preference on gender, and when it was announced to their family and friends, they were met with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

It became more real as the baby's room was decorated in blues and greens, and then a name was decided on.

Lyra knew she would get to greet her son soon, since a werewolf's gestation period was shorter than a human's. Deaton said to anticipate it any day now, and Lyra seemed to think her son was just as eager to meet his parents as they were to meet him.

Abigail, having been asked to be godmother, was already in Beacon Hills, along with Isaac, the future godfather. The couple was thrilled when Lyra asked them, and had been met with grumbles from Scott and Stiles, who were miffed at not being picked.

"Maybe when you're older, and if we have more," was all Lyra promised to soothe any ruffled feathers. Scott seemed pleased at that, and Stiles relented after breaking a vase of theirs thanks to his clumsy feet.

When she was finished getting dressed, Lyra paused when she saw Derek standing at the doorway. She grinned when she saw the look on his face. "Look at that Papa Wolf smile," she teased.

Stiles and Scott had teased Lyra over her new nickname for Derek, knowing it was a riff on Papa Bear. She claimed it seemed appropriate since they were were-bears, and had lifted her nose in stubbornness.

Derek didn't mind. He beamed every time she said it, the word Papa giving him on odd thrill. He remembered the first time she had called him that, and how he had had to brush tears from his eyes, stunned to be so exhilarated over the thought of being a father, which had been a lost prospect to him at one point.

Talia had not visited Derek in his dreams much since Lyra announced she was pregnant, which surprised him. He figured she would visited even more, to offer advise on how to raise what was to be her future grandson. But the black female Alpha only appeared once towards the end of the pregnancy, to wish him luck and happiness, as her wolf form radiated pride and love.

Lyra had not had any odd dreams as well, which she took as a good sign. It was a little unnerving to have visions, since she was not an emissary. She went through the pregnancy with an air of calm, which admittedly was surprising for the others, who had the memory of how she had acted the first time she had been pregnant, even if that was a sad memory.

It hadn't been until recently that Lyra had admitted she was more calm because this was planned, this was something she now wanted for herself and for Derek, and something she felt more prepared for.

"Ready?" Derek asked, reaching out to caress her large stomach. The shirt she had changed into was loose, but not enough it conceal the life within.

Lyra sighed, but smiled. "Yes."

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The backyard of the Hale house was decorated once more, lit up with lights and full with tables and chairs to accommodate the bodies filling the area. With all of their friends and family here, Derek and Lyra had dragged out the seating arrangement they had had for their wedding.

The entire backyard was streaked with blue and green streamers, and a large banner stating It's A Boy! was draped over the back door. Presents were stacked on one table, food and drinks were on another, and guests milled about to talk to the expectant parents.

Sam, Ryan, and Pierce approach the pair with the triplets in tow. The youngsters giggled over Lyra's stomach, especially when they felt the baby kick, before they ran off to play. Sam offered Lyra some balm to rub over her stomach to help with any discomfort, dryness, and to help fade the stretchmarks. Lyra thanked her, sitting in a chair, since her feet were already starting to swell.

The shower continued on, with Lyra opening the gifts and thanking all of her guests for their generosity. A few games were played- one being a game were the guest took some string and tried to guess how large Lyra's stomach was, which was then compared to the string Abby had used to measure her stomach, and the winner (Melissa) was given a small prize. Another game was baby bingo, which was played before the gifts were opened to guess what they were. The winner for this one was Lydia, who smirked and stated the gifts had been much too obvious. Stiles called her a cheater, since she had had a hand in picking most of them out.

By the end of the day, Lyra was growing more tired, even though she stayed off her feet for most of the shower. Everything wounded down and Scott and the younger friends helped clean everything up and put it all away in the shed Derek had built a while back. Once goodbyes were said, only Derek, Lyra, Abby, and Isaac lingered behind, having moved into the living room.

Lyra yawned widely, smiling at Derek, who was gently rubbing her ankles.

"How much longer do you have?" Isaac asked, eyeing her belly.

Lyra patted the rounded area affectionately. "Deaton said any day now."

"Are you having him at the clinic?"

"Melissa has a room prepared at the hospital," Lyra explained. "Deaton is on call to meet us, and will be assisted by Melissa when the time comes."

The younger couple nodded at that. Abby then smiled. "Are you excited?"

Lyra's smile turned wry. "Excited to get this kid out of me, yes. And of course, to meet him."

"What's the name you picked out?" Abby asked. When Lyra told her, she smiled so widely her cheeks hurt, her eyes gleamed with tears. Isaac brushed them away for her, and she nodded. "I love it."

"Me too," Lyra said softly.

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It was the next morning when Lyra was woken up by a sharp pain in her lower belly, which was quickly followed by a sensation that was not unlike peeing your pants. She sat up, shaking Derek awake.

Derek nearly fell out of bed, bleary eyed and confused. "Wha'is it?" he mumbled, struggling to wake up.

"My water broke."

The next hour found Lyra and Derek at the hospital, as planned, the former lying in bed while the latter paced the room, full of nervous energy. Melissa tried to calm him down, reassuring him that it would be fine, but it wasn't until Chris Argent stepped into the room when Derek finally calmed down.

The older man then kissed Lyra's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

Lyra winced when she felt another contraction start. "Peachy," she hissed through clenched teeth.

The hunter chuckled, holding her hand until it passed. "It will be over before you know it," he assured her.

His place was quickly taken by Derek when the contractions started to come faster and heavier. Deaton stepped in and began coaching her to breathe, and Melissa was there to assist and to offer quiet murmurs of encouragement.

Lyra growled, shouted, and huffed her way through labor. She struggled not to curse loudly, and near the end, she bit back the worst of her screams. The pain was unlike anything she had endured before, but her wolf kept her strong, reminding her this was to bring her son into the world, to continue the Peterson and Hale bloodline.

A piercing cry broke through the air as her son was pulled into the world by the trusted emissary. Deaton assured the panting Lyra and the speechless Derek he was all right, before passing him to Melissa to clean him up.

And when her son was finally in her arms, Lyra stared into his bluish eyes, and smiled through the tears she didn't feel running down her cheeks. Derek leaned in, kissing his son's head, breathing in his scent- a perfect mix of his and Lyra's.

The baby boy stopped squalling when he met his mother's warm, loving gaze. His tiny fist wrapped around her finger, and her world seemed to slow as they stared at each other in wonderment.

"My boy," she whispered. "Tyler Matthew Hale."

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Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.

Author's Note: Hope you guys like the baby's name- it is a nod at Tyler Posey and Hoechlin, and the middle name of course is in honor of Matt. I chose for them to have a boy since the other Derek x OC stories I've read end with them having a girl named Laura, so I wanted to change things up. Plus, since Lyra is my OC, I've always pictured her more with a son.

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