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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Took me a bit longer to finish it, but I finally managed it!
Warnings: light mature content; smidgen of angst. I think that's it.
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 30
Fingers trailed down his naked back, following the ridges of his spine meticulously. He arched his back slightly, but couldn't move away yet, the two of them still tied together by Derek's knot.
Not that he had any real desire to move away now. He felt warm and sated, pleasure still simmering low in his belly after Derek had thoroughly taken him apart. His muscles ached pleasantly and the whole room reeked of sex. He would have to open the window for a bit to get rid of the smell before dad would be home, but for now he was content to just lie there, spooned by Derek.
"You're sure you want to keep the baby?" Derek asked out of the blue; his hand curved around Stiles' hip.
Stiles jerked in surprise, hissing when that action pulled at his muscles. "The hell, Derek? Where is that coming from?"
He felt Derek shrug. "Just wanting to make sure," he muttered, lying so close against the Omega that his lips brushed against the back of Stiles' neck when he spoke. "I know you weren't … exactly enthusiastic about it before."
That was probably the understatement of the year. Especially when compared to how Derek had reacted.
Releasing a soft sigh, he grabbed Derek's hand and tangled their fingers together. Silence reigned between them for a moment while he tried to organise his thoughts. He needed to make himself clear enough that there wouldn't be any misunderstandings between them.
"It's not that I never wanted children," he started carefully. His pillow rustled when Derek shifted his head. "It's just that I had this plan in mind, you know? I'd finish my studies first, then settle down, maybe even get married and then, once my career would be going well, I would start thinking about children. That was always the plan I had in mind, the way I wanted to do things."
He breathed out slowly. "Nowhere in my plans did I end up pregnant at barely nineteen and definitely not before I had at least finished my studies. Then again, I hadn't calculated in the factor that I might be some rare were creature whose heritage makes taking suppressants impossible."
"Why did you decide to keep the baby then?" Derek asked softly.
The Omega bit down on his lip. "I actually considered getting the baby removed," he murmured, wanting to be completely honest. "It's why I went to the centre. I thought everything would be easier then and I could just forget about it and focus on my studies. But … the more I started thinking about it, the more I realised I couldn't go through with it. I would forever wonder how the baby would have turned out and … I just couldn't. I couldn't stand the thought of living with that regret."
"I'm glad you didn't go through with it," Derek murmured, kissing his shoulder.
Stiles smiled faintly. "Yeah, I figured, big guy. You're definitely stuck with me now, though."
"Oh, the horror," Derek deadpanned.
The younger man snorted. "You say that now, but wait until you're stuck with me every day and I start calling you randomly to tell you about something I read online."
Derek huffed amused. "Have you forgotten that you've already done that before? Two months ago, you called me in the middle of the night to ask me if Bigfoot and the Yeti would be friends if they ever met or if they would try to take over each other's territory."
"Oh." Stiles blinked and felt his cheeks warm up. He cleared his throat. "Okay, so that's your own fault for even picking up that late at night."
"I didn't mind." He felt Derek smiling against his skin. "I had a lot more fun listening to you talk about it than I would have sleeping."
"You're such a sap," Stiles sighed. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when Derek's hand slipped out of his own and went to cover his stomach.
Nuzzling the hollow underneath his ear, Derek murmured, "So we're keeping the baby."
"We're keeping the baby," Stiles confirmed and wiggled his arse, smirking when he caught Derek's cut off groan. "I have one regret, though."
"Regret? What?" Derek asked, but he sounded distracted.
Stiles' smirk grew. "I always figured that when I was ready for kids, I'd use my heat to get pregnant. Guess we'll have to wait for the next one to make that happen, though." He intentionally squeezed his inner muscles down around Derek's cock, biting down in his pillow to muffle his noise when pleasure sparked again, heat flashing up once more in his lower belly.
He had just enough time to hear Derek snarling before he was abruptly pulled up on his knees, tearing a surprised yelp out of him. His hands briefly flailed around before they slammed down on the mattress, right at the same moment a part of his brain registered the wolf shifter inside of him rapidly hardening again.
"You can be such a fucking menace," Derek grunted and his hands clamped down around Stiles' hips, a hint of nails pricking in the fox's flesh, before he set a brutal pace, practically driving the air out of Stiles' lungs.
"Wh-what? You don't like – like that idea?" Stiles teased, pushing back eagerly once he'd regained his senses – or well, as much of his senses as he could regain with Derek seemingly intent on fucking his brain out.
Not that he minded that – far from it.
Derek bent over him and whispered harshly in his ear, "You said that on purpose!"
"No, you think so?" Stiles taunted and then choked on air when the next thrust knocked him off balance, forcing him flat on his face before he shoved himself up on his elbows. "Think you like that – that thought, though," he said, a tad breathless, moaning when his sweet spot was struck dead on, pleasure rapidly building.
Teeth nipped at his ear. "Oh, I definitely like that," Derek murmured; his lips sliding down to Stiles' neck where he started worrying a bruise in the junction between the Omega's neck and shoulder. "And I'm definitely not opposed to trying out that method in the future."
"I figured you weren't," was the only answer Stiles could give before he completely blanked out as pleasure rushed through his veins like fire, setting him alight from within.
Afterwards he laid on top of Derek, his head cradled against a broad shoulder. "We're going to have to tell our family and friends about the baby," he mumbled, trailing his hand up and down over Derek's right side.
Derek stirred slightly. "Hm, we could tell my parents tomorrow morning," he murmured; his hand warm on Stiles' hip. "They're supposed to be both home tomorrow."
"Sounds good. I guess we can tell our friends tomorrow during lunch or dinner or so, depending on when we'll meet up," Stiles mused and then hesitated. "When will we tell my dad, though? He can't know as the last one, that wouldn't be right. Not that I'm really looking forward to telling him … God, he's going to be so disappointed."
"It's not going to be that bad," Derek tried to soothe him.
Stiles snorted. "We can only hope he's not going to shoot us."
"He's not going to shoot you – you're pregnant," Derek pointed out. "He might shoot me, though," he added pensively.
"Oh!" Stiles smacked Derek's thigh, ignoring his wince. "We can tell him now! We can go to the precinct and tell him there about how he's going to be a granddad soon – with all the deputies there as witnesses, he won't dare to shoot us!"
"Again, he's not going to shoot you; you're pregnant," Derek repeated patiently. "He wouldn't shoot someone who's pregnant, let alone his own son."
"Fine, then he'd shoot you and ground me for life," Stiles retorted sourly. He buried his face in Derek's shoulder to hide when he felt him move to look at him.
"You really think he's going to react that badly?" Derek asked softly, rubbing soothing circles across the Omega's lower back.
"I don't know," he admitted quietly; his claws briefly popping out before he forced them back. "All I know is that he basically drilled into my head that I needed to be safe when I slept with someone, because the last thing I'd want is to get pregnant at a too young age." He breathed out slowly, remembering all the talks he'd had with dad about it.
Back then he'd been quite annoyed, because he felt like dad had been treating him like a stupid kid with the amount of times he'd insisted on giving him the talk and reminding him to be safe – even though as it turned out, it wouldn't be until he was eighteen before someone finally took an interest in him. Dad would definitely remember all those talks too and would probably wonder where the hell he'd gone wrong to have his only son ending up pregnant at barely nineteen anyway, despite all the warnings and precautions.
Yeah, he wasn't really looking forward to informing dad about the baby.
"You listened to his warnings, though," Derek remarked calmly. "It's not your fault your heritage turned out incompatible with your suppressants."
Stiles huffed. "That's one way of putting it, I suppose."
He would definitely need to look into other sorts of suppressants soon. Not that he would need those in the foreseeable future, but neither was he planning on spending the rest of his fertile life popping out babies just because his heritage didn't mesh with his regular suppressants.
"We'll just have to be honest," Derek murmured, kissing his forehead.
"Yeah, guess so," Stiles sighed, carefully stretching out his left leg. He couldn't move too much yet – Derek's knot still not having completely gone down yet – but if he didn't stretch now, he'd have to deal with a major cramp later on. "Still think it's best if we tell him at the precinct, though. If we wait until tomorrow, he's going to be the last one to know and I don't think that he'll appreciate that."
"Fine, we'll do it your way," Derek acquiesced. "After we've taken a shower, we can go."
"Not sure if that would really make a difference; I'm going to smell like you either way," Stiles said amused.
"There's certainly a difference between smelling like me and smelling like sex," Derek disagreed and pulled his chin up to kiss him before he could say anything in response.
Stiles didn't mind and kissed eagerly back. At least when Derek kissed him, his mind was blissfully empty and he didn't worry about his dad's reaction.
His nerves had returned tenfold by the time Derek parked in front of the precinct. Staring at the building – as familiar as his own home after all these years – he bit down on his lip, wondering just how the hell he was going to tell dad about the baby.
It was only logical that he should inform dad now. He – they – had made their decision and he could hardly keep the pregnancy a secret. In theory he could, he supposed, for as long as he wasn't showing, but that wouldn't be fair on his dad. The older man deserved to know he was going to become a grandfather and Stiles had kept quiet about it too long already.
He was startled a bit when a hand covered his left hand and squeezed it gently. He turned his face and met Derek's bright-eyed gaze.
"It's going to be all right," Derek assured him in a low voice.
"Yeah …" Stiles trailed off unconvinced. "Just in case: if you see my dad grabbing for his gun, go hide behind Parrish. He's dad's favourite deputy, so there's no chance he'll risk shooting you then."
Derek just sighed and shook his head lightly. "Come on, let's go. With a bit of luck, he isn't out on a call yet."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Stiles muttered, but followed him out of the car.
Coincidentally it was Parrish who they encountered first when they stepped into the building. He greeted them with a smile; a file in his left hand and his right one clutching a cup of coffee.
"Hey guys, you're here for a social visit? Or did something happen?"
"Social visit," Stiles smiled, probably a bit too widely if he had to go by Parrish' confused frown, but oh well. "Is my dad in his office?"
"Yeah, you're lucky; he just got back from a call," Parrish told him. "You can just go in, I'm sure he won't mind."
"Thanks." He hid his hands in the pockets of his hoodie to ensure nobody saw them trembling as he made his way to dad's office.
He couldn't hide his nerves from Derek, however, because he felt a broad hand coming to rest warmly on the small of his back; the light weight settling him a bit. The touch couldn't take away all his nerves, but he felt a tad less inclined to throw up now, which was something he supposed. The last thing either of them needed was him puking his guts out on the floor.
"Hey dad, you're busy?" he asked lightly at the same time he knocked on the door.
The Sheriff glanced up, pausing in his process of writing something down. "This can wait," he said and closed the file. "What's the matter?"
"Does something need to be wrong for me to visit my dad?" Stiles retorted lightly, but dad wasn't fooled.
With slightly narrowed eyes, he ordered, "Derek, close the door. You two sit down and talk."
"That's a dangerous command to give me, I hope you realise that," Stiles told him, but the Sheriff wasn't impressed.
"Stiles."
Gnawing on his lower lip, Stiles took the right chair reluctantly. He heard the door close quietly behind him before Derek sat down next to him; his hand finding the Omega's easily.
He tried to come up with the best way to break the news – but did a good way even exist? He guessed it did in certain circumstances; like being much older and having a steady career to name some – but sitting right across from his dad, it had suddenly become much harder to find the right words.
When the silence just kept dragging on, dad sighed and rubbed his left cheek. "Did you steal something?"
"What? No," Stiles answered perplexed, thrown off by the unexpected question.
"Did you kill someone – accidentally or not?"
"What the hell? Of course not!"
Dad spread out his hands. "Then whatever it is you're having trouble telling me can't be that bad." A faint smile lurked across his lips.
Next to Stiles, Derek sighed softly and he squeezed his hand. "You want me to tell him?"
"No, I have to do it," Stiles replied, even if a large part in him was jumping for the opportunity to let someone else spill the news.
This was his dad, though – it wouldn't be right for someone else to tell him he was going to be a grandfather soon.
"Stiles." Dad's soft voice called his attention and when he looked at him, dad was leaning forwards slightly; concern filling his eyes. "What's wrong?"
He took a deep breath – though that did nothing to calm him down – and started haltingly, "First, I – I want you to know that I've always listened to every talk you gave me and I did everything you told me to do."
"Okay …" Dad eyed him strangely, obviously confused about where this was going.
"And I just want it to be known that this is not really my fault per se. Because I couldn't have foreseen this," he went on nervously, rubbing his free hand over his thigh. The friction of the jeans against his skin turned slightly burning, but he paid it no mind.
"Stiles, just tell me."
"It's – I'm pregnant." The words, few as they were, echoed in his ears, and he swallowed; his mouth as dry as the Sahara now. He tried to lick his lips, but that didn't do much, except make them even drier still.
He probably resembled a deer caught in the headlights of a giant car at the moment as he stared wide-eyed at his dad, afraid of what he was going to say, how he would react to the news.
Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that second burger during lunch, he thought a tad hysterical as his stomach churned violently.
"You're pregnant," Dad repeated slowly, leaning back in his chair. His face was carefully blank as he asked, "I thought you'd gone back on suppressants. Did you miss a couple of them?"
"No, you know I never forget them." He was probably crushing Derek's hand now with how harshly he was squeezing it, but the older man didn't show any signs of discomfort. "It has to do with my being an Elemental Fox apparently. That particular heritage – it messed with my suppressants, nulled the effects of them and well, I didn't know that before so, when Derek and I …" he trailed off, moving his one hand awkwardly.
"So basically it was like you weren't using protection at all," Dad surmised and pursed his lips. "How far along are you now? Do you know that?"
"Nine weeks now."
"Hm. You've made a decision yet?" Dad's voice remained as blank as face, which didn't help Stiles' nerves at all, because it was impossible for him to gauge what exactly the older man was thinking about this.
"Y-yeah." Stiles cleared his throat and felt his cheeks warm a bit when he admitted, "We've talked about it and we're going to keep the baby."
Dad's gaze fell on Derek, who straightened his shoulders slightly. "You're okay with that, Derek?"
"Yes, I'm completely okay with it, sir. I'm not planning on abandoning Stiles or our baby," Derek stated; his thumb rubbing soothingly across the back of Stiles' hand.
Dad uttered a contemplative noise. "Derek, would you mind going outside for a bit? I need to talk to my son alone."
"Sir?" Derek looked back and forth uncertainly between Stiles and the Sheriff.
"Nothing to worry about," Dad reassured him with an affable smile. "I just want to talk to my son alone for a bit. Then you two can leave."
When Derek looked at him questioningly, Stiles sighed and nodded, knowing there was no way to get out of this. Whatever dad wanted to say, it was best to get it over with now.
The wolf shifter pressed his lips together, his face clearly giving away that he didn't like this at all, but he stood up regardless and left the office, closing the door once more behind him.
"Okay, so you got him out. Is this where you start yelling at me for being an irresponsible idiot?" Stiles questioned warily, slumping down in his chair.
Dad gazed at him calmly. "Were you lying when you said your Elemental side was messing with your suppressants?"
The younger man shook his head quickly.
"Then I don't consider you irresponsible."
"Not even for wanting to keep the baby?" Stiles asked sceptically. He wouldn't blame dad if he did.
Dad rolled his shoulders. "You're an adult; it's completely up to you whether you're keeping the baby or not," he said, but his eyes darkened a tad. "That brings me to why I sent Derek outside. I need you to be honest with me here: did Derek in any way influence you to keep the baby?"
"What?" Stiles shot up in his chair, shocked. "Of course not! He left the decision entirely up to me! Why the hell would you think he convinced me to keep the baby?"
Dad shrugged, looking apologetic yet relaxed at the same time. "The Hales have always been very family oriented. Derek is also a couple of years older than you, so for him keeping the baby is slightly less life uprooting than it would be for you. I just needed to know for sure, Stiles. I don't want you to feel like you have to keep the baby if you don't want to."
"I did think about it, you know. I didn't just decide to keep the baby on a whim," Stiles muttered sourly. "And Derek would have been fine with whatever I chose to do. I literally had to push him to get him to admit that he wanted to keep the baby, dad. He kept thinking about my feelings instead of considering his own."
"It is quite horrible to have a mate who's considerate of your feelings," Dad said dryly before he sobered up again. "As long as you're not pushed into taking a certain decision."
"I'm not." Stiles shook his head. "Derek wouldn't do that to me."
"I'm glad," Dad smiled faintly.
"But, ehm, what do you think about it?" Stiles asked tentatively, dropping his eyes to the floor. He noticed he was fiddling with a loose thread of his hoodie and forced himself to stop, stuffing his hands between his thighs.
"I'm not going to lie – I wish you'd been a couple of years older before you got pregnant," Dad said gently and Stiles nodded mutely.
He understood that – hadn't he wished that as well?
"But that doesn't mean I'm angry," Dad continued and Stiles' shoulders slumped in relief.
The older man stood up and rounded his desk, pulling at Stiles' shoulders in order to get him to stand up. As soon as he was on his feet, dad dragged him into a hug.
"No matter what, I'm here for you and always will be," Dad murmured. "If you want to keep this baby, I'll support you in every way I can, okay? I know you can do this, though. You're going to be a great dad, I know that."
"And you're going to be an awesome granddad," Stiles choked out; a lump forming in the back of his throat. He pressed his face in dad's neck, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He wasn't going to cry, damn it!
"Granddad, huh?" Dad chuckled ruefully. "That's going to take a bit of time to get used to, I admit."
Stiles smiled, hugging him back. "We've got time."
All the time in the world.
In comparison, informing the Hales about the upcoming addition was less daunting than telling his dad had been.
Derek had called for a general meeting in the morning, meaning that both his parents, Peter, Laura and Cora were present when he and Stiles walked into their house the next morning; some of them looking more awake and bright-eyed than others.
Perhaps it was dad's comment about the Hales' opinion about family lingering in the back of his mind, but telling them about the baby went a lot easier and involved a lot less nerves. There were still a small amount of nerves buzzing in his lower belly, but he felt remarkably calm.
It probably helped a lot that upon the announcement of "Stiles is expecting my cub", Stiles saw Talia's eyes positively light up before a wide smile broke out on her face and she hurried to cross the distance between them, pulling them both into a tight hug.
"Congratulations, you two! This is amazing news!" she practically gushed before she composed herself and took a step back. "I didn't know you were trying, though."
"We weren't," Derek answered; his arm still firmly resting around Stiles' back. "Apparently Stiles' heritage had a negative effect on his suppressants."
This time it was Peter whose face lit up, which was a far less reassuring sight than Talia's had been.
"So being an Elemental Creature comes with its downsides too, hm?" Peter murmured, prowling a bit closer before Derek's warning growl made him halt. He raised his hands and grinned. "No worries, dear nephew. I wouldn't dream of touching your mate," he almost purred; his ice blue eyes glinting sharply.
"Don't pay attention to Uncle Peter," Laura said dismissively and stepped forwards to hug them both, scenting their cheeks. A shark like grin was plastered on her face when she pulled back. "I'm going to have so much fun spoiling my nephew or niece!"
"As long as he or she doesn't inherit our brother's personality, they're golden," Cora remarked and pointed a warning finger at them. "Don't think I'm ever going to take up diaper duty, though."
"You might have to if you want to babysit their kid, Cora," Alexander commented amused.
"Then I just wait until the kid's old enough to be without diapers," Cora retorted, sticking out her tongue.
"How did we go from telling them about the baby to them discussing babysitting duties?" Stiles muttered lowly, only intending for Derek to hear it.
Derek chuckled, pulling him even closer to him. "That's my family for you," he said fondly, even as he batted away Laura's hand when she went to ruffle his hair.
"We're going to celebrate this," Talia announced, already striding to the kitchen. "This calls for pancakes and waffles!"
"When I asked for those yesterday, you said there wasn't any time to make them," Laura pouted, placing her hands on her hips.
Cora patted her shoulder when she walked past her. "That's because you're no longer the favourite now. Derek is. First grandchild trumps firstborn, you should know this."
"Bitch," Laura muttered sourly.
"Loser."
They went into the kitchen, bickering all the way, closely followed by their father who shook his head wearily and Peter, who seemed to be thinking about something. Stiles didn't want to know what; Peter thinking that deeply could never mean anything good.
"The favourite now, huh?" Stiles said, when they were the only two left in the living room.
Derek rolled his eyes and smiled. "I told you it would be okay."
"You're annoying when you're right," Stiles informed him, clasping his hands around Derek's neck.
"I must be very annoying then," Derek smirked before dipping his head to kiss him.
Their sweet kiss lasted until Laura yelled, "Hey, you two lovebirds! Just because you're mom's favourites now, doesn't mean you don't have to help in the kitchen!"
"Man, it must really sting being degraded by an unborn baby," Stiles smirked, pulling away from Derek.
"I'll remember that comment, Stilinski! The moment my precious nephew or niece is out of you, I'll kick your butt!"
Ah, family.
Now the only ones left to inform were their friends. Two parties down, one more to go.
AN2: I hope it met your expectations at least somewhat! Writing the scene with the Sheriff was surprisingly hard to put together ...
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
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