Note: Okay, this is it! The delivery scene!
I hope I did okay with it. I never had a child. My experience with this scene is taken strictly from movies/shows, and my own thoughts of how it would go down. It's a bit of a challenge considering this is a guy pregnancy. I know most people would play it safe and go the C-section route, but I wanted it to be a more traditional birthing scene with the pushing and the baby coming out of the person's privates. (No offense to anyone who has had a C-section)
I know last chapter Derek came off pretty weak, and I didn't want to make it too big of a change, so even though there are some sweet moments in this part, there are still bits of old Derek in this chapter.
Heavy breaths and footsteps could be heard as Derek ran quickly through the meadow with Stiles tucked into his arms, the teen moaning in pain as they moved.
"Argh, it's coming, it's coming." Stiles panted into his Master's chest, wrinkling his face up in distress.
"Hold on, we are almost there," Derek replied hurriedly, as he came up to the sight of the manor.
The wolf was in such a rush he didn't even bother to dress nor put clothes on Stiles. He caught sight of one of his guards, standing by the front entrance on the lookout for any troubles, and called out to him.
"Get the doctor, now!"
"Yes, sir." The guard voiced before taking off in search of the man.
Derek was met with a few gasps and shocked faces as he made his way inside the mansion, naked for all to see and not caring one bit.
"Maid, bring me fresh sheets, a rag, and some cold water to my room straight away! "He stressed as he made his way up the stairs with Stiles still locked in his hold.
"Right away, sir." She said before hurrying off down the hall.
"Der…derek." Stiles moaned in pain, feeling every bump as he was being taken upstairs.
"It's okay, Stiles. It's going to be okay." Master voiced as calmly as he could under the circumstances as they entered his bedroom.
The teen whimpered against Derek's chest as the maid came in.
"I have the sheets you asked for, Lord Hale. Where should I put them?" She asked.
"On the bed! What kind of question is that?! Can't you see he is in labor?! Derek snapped, feeling the anxiety get the better of him.
"Yes, sir. Forgive me, sir." She replied, before quickly unwrapping the sheets, and laying them down on the bed, protecting the mattress underneath.
Master came over once the maid was done and gently laid Stiles's uncomfortable form on the bed. The teen was squirming around letting out short breaths and wrinkling his face off and on, as pain shot through his stomach and sweat ran down his forehead.
"Where is the doctor?!" Derek stressed as another maid came in with a pail of cold water and a rag.
"I don't know, My lord." She said as she brought the items over to him.
Master quickly snatched them from her hand, "Find him now, go!" He demanded, causing both maids to quickly leave the room.
"Der…der, it hurts." The teen whined, holding his baby bump.
"Shh, I know. The doctor is on his way. It will all be over soon I promise." Derek coaxed, as he dipped the rag into the water and draped it on Stiles's forehead to cool him down.
The teen let out a small sigh in relief as the cooler temperature hit him, enjoying the small comfort it gave, only for his eyes to widen seconds later as he tensed up, yelling when pain shot through him.
Derek took his free hand in his, and placed his other on Stiles's baby bump, trying to soothe him, but the teen only whimpered and shook.
"Okay, I'm here," Deaton announced as he entered the room, placing his medical bag down on the bottom of the bed by Stiles's feet.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Master snapped.
"Believe it or not, I have other patients to see, Derek." The doctor said as he opened his bag and looked inside for his supplies.
"Urgh!" Stiles grunted out between breaths.
"What's wrong with him, why isn't it working?" Derek demanded as he tried to take the teen's pain away with no luck.
"Derek, some pain is just too strong to take away with your wolf powers alone, child birthing being one of them. Here, give him one of these. It should take the edge off." Deaton said handing him a pill to give to the teen.
He eagerly took it from the doctor, and grabbed a cup of water that was left earlier on the nightstand, giving it to the teen as Deaton watched somewhat amused.
"Maybe you should take one as well to help ease your stress." The doctor said, holding out another pill in his hand.
"No, I'm fine. I want to be present for this." Derek insisted.
"Very well. I need him down further on the bed with his legs up towards his shoulders. Do you think you can manage that?"
Derek let out a slight hiss as he answered through clenched teeth, "Yes."
He wasn't used to being the one taking orders, but this involved his offspring and mate, so he was willing to let it slide, just this once.
"Come on Stiles, we have to move you a bit." He said sweetly, gently moving him down on the bed.
The teen moaned a bit in discomfort as the doctor and his Master grabbed his ankles and lifted them up as far as they could.
"Ok, just like that, do you think you can manage holding them both?" Deaton asked.
"Yes," Derek answered back annoyed, gripping the teen's ankles.
"Ow, that hurts." The teen whined.
"I know it's uncomfortable Stiles, just bear with me a little more. I need to see how far along you are." Deaton said, eyeing the teen's pulsating hole that was slowly opening up.
He watched as some white substance leaked out, dripping down the teen's butt and onto the sheets, and turned to face Derek.
"Well, I guess that explains the lack of clothes."
Derek blushed slightly, smelling the familiar scent of himself.
The doctor got up and took his gloves off as Master watched on edge.
"Well, how far along is he?!"
Deaton grabbed a chair in the room and moved it next to Derek.
"Have a seat, we are going to be here awhile."
Master sat down and waited for the doctor's next move. He watched as he took out a device from his bag that looked to be a baster, and sat it down on the bed along with a metal clamp.
"Mind if I use this?" Deaton asked, taking the bucket of water by Derek's feet.
Master arched an eyebrow in curiosity, as the doctor took the baster and sucked up some of the water.
"What is that for?"
"First things first, we have to clean up your mess." He voiced squirting the water inside Stiles's opening, as the teen flinched from the cold, gasping.
The last of Master's seed seeped out and then another squirt and just water came running down the teen's butt.
"There, now that, that is taken care of, we can get to it."
Deaton removed the messy towel with Derek's cum and placed the used baster and the water bucket next to it, on a pile on the ground.
"Okay, He's pretty far along. We need to roll him over onto his hands and knees." The doctor said.
Derek complied and let go of the teen's ankles, gently setting them back down before helping the doctor push Stiles onto his side. The teen whimpered some more at the motion.
"Stiles, you're going to have to help us out. I need you to support yourself and get on your hands and knees." Deaton said carefully.
"I can't." The teen whined.
"You can. We will be here to support you." The doctor said calmly, trying to not stress the teen more than he already was.
Stiles moved on shaky hands and wobbled and he winced in pain. "It's too much pressure on my stomach, it hurts and my hands are buckling."
"It's okay Stiles, I'm just going to put this pillow right underneath your stomach to help cushion you, and then you can rest your arms," Deaton instructed, as he put his words into action.
The teen let out a sigh as he could now rest his weak arms on some pillows by his head.
"How's that?" He asked.
"Better." Stiles breathed out.
And Derek joined his mate, letting out a breath he was holding.
"Okay, Stiles. This is going to feel a little cold and achy. I need to keep you stretched out, try not to move." Deaton informed as he adjusted his clamp and lubed the teen's opening before inserting it into Stiles's somewhat wide hole.
The teen gasped and immediately went to clutch his ass out of instinct only to be stopped by the device.
"Try not to move, I need to open you a bit wider." The doctor informed, rolling the crank on the side of the clamp that slowly pushed against the teen's outer sides, stretching his muscles out.
"Ahh! That hurts!" Stiles cried out, as tears fell from his eyes.
"What are you doing to him?! Stop! Stop it now!" Derek growled as his eyes shined red in warning.
"I can't do that Derek, and you know this. He just needs to get adjusted to the stretch. The worst is over I assure you. The best thing you can do right now is comfort him."
Derek took one of Stiles's hands in his, holding on tightly as the teen sobbed in his pillow, "It's okay Stiles, you're doing so well. We are almost done."
"Good Derek. Now, Stiles, I know it's hard but I'm going to need you to push for me, okay?"
"I can't, I can't. I'm too weak." The teen panted out between whimpers.
"Look at me Stiles," Derek demanded, giving his hand a squeeze.
The teen turned to face his Master, who looked equally as stressed.
"You can do it, Stiles. You're so much stronger than you know. You've survived me for four months, that's more than most people can." He said with a strained smile.
Stiles let out a half-pain chuckle and nodded.
"Okay. Okay." The teen said getting into position as his body tensed up.
"Uhhh!" He yelled as he pushed.
"Good Stiles, I can see the head. A little more, keep pushing!" Deaton said.
The teen's face squeezed tight in stress and he let out a guttural scream as he pushed with all his might, before falling back onto the pillows exhausted. The sound of baby cries soon filled the air.
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"
"It's a healthy boy!" Deaton announced happily with a smile on his face, showing the naked, somewhat bloody baby to Derek.
Master's eyes widened and he shot up in his chair, eager to see his son. The doctor was quick in wrapping the baby up in a fresh towel, bouncing him a bit to quiet his cries.
"Let me see him," Derek demanded.
"Why don't you put a robe on first, You don't want to scare him, do you?"
Master glanced down at his form, remembering he was naked, and snatched the robe hanging off the chair, quickly tying it on before reaching out for his son.
"Hi, little fella. I'm…I'm your father." Derek said looking down at the rosy pink, brown-eyed baby in his hold.
The baby latched his tiny hand onto Derek's index finger and let out a tired yawn before shutting his eyes.
He could feel a sting of pain in the pit of his stomach and felt his eyes become blurry as water started to fill them. He quickly shook the thoughts of his family out of his head and gestured to one of the maids to come over.
Deaton worked on removing the clamp out of Stiles's ass which caused the boy to let out a hiss, he lightly rubbed some water over the sore area, causing the teen to whimper a bit in his tired state.
"How is he?" Derek asked, handing the baby to one of the maids to bathe, finally turning his attention back to the teen.
"I don't think we should move him. He needs his rest. Stiles is going to be sore the next few days but that's to be expected. I must suggest you avoid sex for at least a week, and be gentle with him the next time you do have sex. He doesn't need stitches but his skin is very sensitive right now. Any rough sex is bound to cause tearing and possible stitches which would not be pleasant for him.
"I understand. Thank you, Deaton," Derek said taking a seat next to his mate.
"You're welcome, Derek. You know where to find me if you need my services. Take care."
Stiles groaned a bit as he opened his eyes and glanced around the bright room.
"How are you feeling?"
He glanced over the side of him to find Derek sitting there, watching him.
"A little sore, but I'll survive. How long have I been out?"
"A day."
"A day and you didn't think to wake me?" The teen stressed, getting into a sitting position, hissing a bit as he did.
"You needed time to heal and rest. Do you want to hold your son?" Derek asked.
Stiles's eyes widened as realization dawned on him, he looked down at his once pronounced baby bump to see it had shrunk a bit in size.
"Yes, please." He said eagerly.
Derek called out to the maid holding the wrapped baby to come over. The teen watched nervously as his Master took the child from the servant and came over to sit next to him on the bed, handing the sleeping baby over.
Stiles gasped, eying the small creature before him.
"Oh my god, he's so small. How could something so small cause so much pain?"
Derek chuckled and gave Stiles's forehead a kiss.
"You did very well."
"Thanks. It felt like my ass was melting off but I got this little guy in return, so I would say it was a good deal."
Derek smirked amused.
"Good. Maybe we'll keep him."
The teen blushed before meeting his Master's happy gaze.
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Derek suddenly frowned.
"Really, Stiles? I thought we were passed this. Are you honestly still afraid of me?" He asked sounding a bit hurt.
"No, I…I don't know how I feel."
Derek nodded, "I see."
Stiles noticed his Master's comfort disappear and his warm demeanor slowly fade away.
"No, I mean, I know how I feel. I am just overwhelmed I guess."
"Well, don't worry. I'll be out of your hair shortly. Then you won't have anything to feel overwhelmed about."
"Derek." He said with a sigh.
Derek quickly scooped the baby out of the teen's hold as it started to wake up.
"You will call me Master. I let it slide when you called me by my name because you were pregnant, which you're not anymore." He announced as the baby started to cry in his hold as he walked towards the door.
"Derek."
"I am Master, and you are Pet, and right now you hold no use for me. Good day." He said slamming the door shut and leaving Stiles alone in his room, holding his belly, crying.