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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: Many apologies for the delay. I didn't intend to have you waiting this long, but the chapter was being rather difficult and wouldn't cooperate at all with me *sweatdrops* I hope it isn't too bad!
Warnings: Some time skips; bit of drama; suspense
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 31
Telling their friends went the easiest out of informing everyone.
Kira grinned widely, beaming at them, before hugging them both; Erica literally squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She practically flew around their necks, squeezing the air out of their lungs with her enthusiastic embrace. Boyd was more reserved, but no less sincere when he congratulated Stiles and Derek quietly. Isaac wasn't present, but he sent a quick text to Derek after Erica had sent him a string of texts.
Scott was a bit upset at first that Stiles hadn't immediately confided into him, but then the realisation hit him that he would become an uncle and he turned into an enthusiastic, adorable puppy, gushing over Stiles' stomach until the Omega pushed him away, laughing in protest.
After Erica had finally calmed down somewhat, she instantly declared that she would become the baby's godmother and favourite aunt; her tone of voice brooking no argument. Privately Stiles thought she'd have to fight for that honour with Laura and perhaps even Lydia, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
"So you finally told everyone," Lydia said, later that evening.
She'd finally found some time to Skype him and whilst doing so, she was simultaneously painting her nails in a poisonous green colour and reading a chapter out of a very thick book.
"Yeah, I got told off by Melissa because I didn't go to her," Stiles groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Scott had spilt the beans to his mom before Stiles even had had a chance to do so and she had stopped by earlier today, scolding him for keeping quiet before hugging him tightly and promising him softly he could always find her if he needed to talk.
Lydia arched an eyebrow. "And you expected anything else from her?"
He wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. It was just too awkward."
"I told you it would be fine," she reminded him primly. She finished painting her left hand and switched over to her right. "This would go so much easier if I had someone else here," she muttered disgruntled.
"You're never going to let me forget that, huh?" he asked resigned, ignoring her last remark.
"Never," she said flippantly and clucked her tongue when she glanced at something offscreen. "I have to go now, but we'll talk again soon."
"Sure," he agreed easily. He still had some chapters of his own to read before he could call it quits for the evening.
"Oh, and I'm planning your baby shower," she added almost casually, giving him a deadly sweet smile. "Don't even think about holding one without me."
"Wasn't planning on it," he squeaked, because holy crap, even through a screen, she looked terrifying as hell.
"Good." She nodded approvingly, a small satisfied smile briefly curling the corners of her mouth.
That was all he saw before she disconnected the call on her end.
"Man, the girls in my life are brutal," he muttered, pushing his laptop further away from him.
If they all decided to gang up on him … He shuddered. Not even Derek would be able to stop them all, he was sure.
"My brain is mush," Stiles announced a couple of weeks later, trudging through the door and falling straight onto the couch with a groan. He ended up with his face pressed into one of the cushions, making it more difficult to breathe, but he was also too lazy to move his head at the moment.
To breathe or not to breathe …
"From studying too much or from going on a Wikipedia binge?" Derek sounded way too amused when his mate was suffering.
He found the strength to twist his head around in the direction of Derek's voice and glared balefully. "I'll have you know I'm a perfect student," he sniffed offended. "I studied for hours on end."
"Such a good student," Derek smirked and lifted up his legs so he could sit down on the couch. He started massaging his calves gently. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I said, mushy brain, but you're doing good work there, don't stop," Stiles sighed, settling more comfortable on the couch. "What were you doing before I got here? I'm not keeping you from your work, am I?" He made a move to get up, but Derek shushed him, squeezing his right leg gently.
"Don't worry about it, I finished my project yesterday and haven't heard of the other one yet," Derek assured him.
"So what were you doing then?" Stiles crossed his arms underneath him, resting his head on them.
"Oh, nothing in particular," Derek murmured.
Stiles would have left it at that, enjoying the impromptu massage, but then he caught sight of something peeking around the corner of Derek's bedroom, which piqued his interest instantly. He raised his head and after a closer look he realised he was looking at something akin to yellowish thick foam. The hell?
"You're remodelling your room?" he asked curiously, twisting around so he ended up on his back instead. His interest only grew when he saw Derek's ears starting to glow pink.
What was there to be embarrassed about when it came to remodelling a room?
"Something like that," the wolf shifter replied evasively.
They stared at each other for a moment. Then Stiles jumped off the couch and Derek cursed when he was just a second too late to stop the fox, his hand snatching empty air. Stiles was in the bedroom before Derek even had had the chance to get up as well.
"You're adding padding to the walls?" Stiles asked blankly, eyeing the weird material dubiously before looking at the bare walls.
All the furniture had been shoved back to the middle of the room and two walls were already covered with the foam like stuff. In the right corner of the room, large square wooden planks had been stacked on top of each other, appearing a bit plain compared to the foam.
Derek came to stand next to him, his arms crossed and his shoulders hunched up slightly. "I'm soundproofing the room," he admitted begrudgingly; his cheeks reddening a tad underneath the scruff he had going.
"Soundproofing the room," Stiles echoed, still staring at the foam plastered against the right wall.
He blamed the many hours of studying as to why he didn't immediately catch on to what Derek was implying. When it dawned upon him finally, he drew a sharp breath and turned swiftly around, gaping at the older man, who looked away uncomfortably.
"You're soundproofing the room for the baby!" he exclaimed, and damn, he hadn't meant to sound that accusing, but holy shit, Derek was already preparing the apartment for the baby!
Derek shuffled with his feet, his arms remaining crossed. "Just figured I might as well get it out of the way early on," he explained awkwardly. "I had some free time anyway, so …"
"So you decided you'd already start preparing your apartment," Stiles finished dryly. "Not that I have a lot of experience with these kinds of things – none actually, just so we're clear – but don't people usually wait with adjusting the home until one of them is around five to six months pregnant?"
At least that was how his parents had done it. They had only started bothering babyproofing the house and putting together the nursery when mom had been nearly six months pregnant and then still only because mom had grown too restless. She'd often teased dad that if she hadn't insisted on preparing the house for Stiles' arrival, Stiles would still have slept with them in their bed instead of in his own room.
"It's just soundproofing the bedroom," Derek grumbled, hunching up his shoulders even more. "It's not like I have started on the nursery."
Yet was the unspoken word lingering between them.
Looking at his pink cheeked mate, Stiles only had two thoughts running through his mind. He's preparing the home for me and the baby, holy crap. And, shit, that's so adorable.
And so he did what any sensible person with such a thoughtful mate would do: he kissed him. Long and hard.
And if nothing soundproofing wise happened for the rest of the afternoon, well, that was neither here nor there.
Near the end of April, Stiles found himself back at the doctor's place, this time accompanied by Derek instead of Lydia. Last time he'd been here, he'd received the confirmation that the tests hadn't been faulty and that he was indeed pregnant. He'd barely been able to look at the monitor when the doctor had been circling the small dot, too wrapped up in his panic about what he was going to do.
The contrast with today's visit couldn't be any clearer, he mused as he and Derek were called into the doctor's office. At sixteen weeks pregnant, they were both hoping that the doctor would be able to tell them the baby's sex today. Sixteen weeks was still relatively early, Stiles knew, and the possibility existed that the doctor either would be wrong or wouldn't be able to tell the sex yet if the baby had turned him or herself in such a way that checking it would be impossible.
With his exams starting soon, however, he'd figured that making an appointment now would be better than having to wait more than a month instead. That and he was just impatient.
"All right, looks like the baby is growing like he or she should," Doctor Lea said approvingly, peering at the monitor. She started outlining shapes on the screen. "Here is the head, these are the arms and here you see the legs kicking."
As if transfixed, Stiles stared at the screen, barely aware of Derek grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Last time he'd been here, he had only glimpsed at a small spot before he'd averted his eyes again. It had been nothing more than a simple blob, barely distinguishable to the untrained eyes.
It definitely wasn't a blob anymore. What he was looking at now already resembled a tiny human being; a fact his brain had trouble understanding. All he could do was look between the screen and his stomach, marvelling at how something which already resembled a small human being was inside of him, growing steadily.
"And here's the heartbeat," Lea smiled, pressing on a button.
The steady thump, thump beat filled the room at once and Stiles bit down on his lower lip, the sound hitting him unexpectedly hard. When he glanced at Derek, he saw his eyes widening, wonder filling them, even though he'd heard the heartbeat before. Perhaps it was different hearing it in this manner. Hazel eyes caught his and they softened, his fingers tightening around the Omega's slightly.
"Do you want me to tell you the sex if your baby's in a good position?" she asked them.
"Definitely!" Stiles immediately replied, making Lea laugh and Derek smirk. "What? Makes it easier to decide on a name."
"All right, give me a moment. I'm going to check …" she trailed off, moving the transducer slowly around, shifting it more towards Stiles' right side.
Stiles looked back at the screen, but the moving image told him nothing, except that there was clearly a tiny human inside of him, waving their arms around – or maybe those were the legs, he wasn't sure.
He focused his attention on the doctor instead, even though her face told him as much as the screen did: nothing whatsoever.
"Now keep in mind, you're still in an early stage so I can't tell you with hundred percent certainty whether you're getting a boy or a girl," she started, switching her gaze from the monitor to them. "I'm not going to pretend that I'm flawless."
"That's fine," Derek reassured her. There was a note of excitement in his voice when he asked, "But have you been able to see something?"
She smiled. "It's your lucky day in that sense, because your baby didn't feel like hiding. From the looks of it – again can't tell you with a hundred percent certainty – you're going to get a girl."
A girl.
They were going to have a daughter?
His eyes met Derek's, both as wide as saucers, and the first thing he blurted out was, "Dude, we're so going to need your sisters' and your mom's help! I don't think there's a guide for this on the internet!"
"I can't believe that was the first thing you said after finding out you're having a daughter!"
Scott was laughing his ass off too much to say anything, but he nodded in agreement with Erica, because he was a shitty best friend like that.
"I was surprised, okay!" Stiles defended himself. "I thought we'd be having a boy or so, considering there are barely any girls in my family." At least, not that he knew of, but admittedly, he hadn't kept up with his family's whereabouts in years. The majority of them lived in another country, so he didn't really think he could be blamed for not keeping up with the family gossip.
Isaac raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Derek. "You're mated to someone who has two sisters and even more female cousins and it never came up in your mind that that might heighten your chances at getting a girl?"
His raised eyebrow was way too judgemental for someone still wearing scarfs at this time of the year. "That doesn't always have to mean something," Stiles said, scowling, but yeah, now that he thought about it, he really should have expected that the chances of him expecting a girl would be significantly heightened with Derek as the other father.
"Aw, don't worry about it, Batman," Erica cooed and leant around Derek to smack a kiss against Stiles' right cheek. "The girls and I will be available any time you need our help."
Somehow she managed to make that reassurance sound threatening and foreboding.
When his exams started a week later, he ended up being driven to them by others instead of going on his own. He would like to make it very clear that this wasn't his decision and it had actually led to his first serious fight with Derek.
"It's not like I'm going to be on the road for hours!" he'd argued as soon as Derek had informed him almost casually that Erica would drive him to his first exam in two days.
"I know, but it's just to make sure you're safe," Derek had tried to placate him and had reached out to draw him closer.
Stiles had stepped out of his reach immediately, becoming quite annoyed. "Safe from what? I'm literally just going to drive up there, take the exam, and that's it! Then I'll go back home! What the hell is out there that your pack would have to keep me safe from?!"
"Our pack," Derek had corrected him almost instinctively and any other moment Stiles would have been pleased to hear that, but now he'd just been on the verge of becoming pissed off. "It's just a precaution, Stiles. That's it. There's no actual danger, but - "
"I drive without a damn escort here in Beacon Hills, what makes me going to the university so different all of a sudden?"
"They're not your escorts, just companions," Derek had tried to deflect the question, but had given in when Stiles' eyes had narrowed to dangerous thin lines. "It's just … Beacon Hills is our territory and when you're outside … It doesn't feel right." He'd looked as equally frustrated as the fox shifter had felt.
"Is this because I'm pregnant?" Stiles had demanded and bingo, yeah, Derek's eyes widening just a notch had been all the answer he'd needed. He'd thrown his hands in the air, both upset and frustrated beyond belief. "I didn't turn into a fucking invalid all because I'm carrying your kid now! I'm more than capable of driving to the university and getting myself back without a fucking guard driving me everywhere!"
"Why are you being so difficult about this?" Derek had growled, eyes flashing gold briefly. "They would just accompany you; you don't have to let them drive, they can be - "
"Oh wow! I get permission to drive my own car? So gracious of you!" Stiles had sneered and his claws had popped out for a moment before he'd been able to force them back. "I'm so glad I'm allowed to drive my own car! Here I was thinking being pregnant made me incapable of driving!"
"You're making a huge deal out of nothing!"
"Out of nothing? You've got the damn nerve to come here and tell me someone's going to be driving with me to every exam without even asking me what I think about that and I'm making a huge deal out of nothing? Are you fucking kidding me now?!"
He'd whirled around, marching to the other end of the living room, feeling like he would explode any moment now. There had been so much anger trying to burst out that he'd seriously been considering just shifting into his fox form and going for a run.
"I'm sorry."
The soft words had left him frozen, taken off guard by the unexpected apology.
"I should have talked to you about it, instead of making you feel like this," Derek had said awkwardly. There had been a short pause, filled with palpable hesitation before the older man had approached him, carefully bringing his arms around him. When Stiles hadn't made any move to push him away, he'd brought him closer; his hands linked on top of the Omega's belly, which was no longer flat anymore.
"But the thought of you going out there, outside Beacon Hills, alone … I'm not comfortable with that," Derek had admitted quietly. "I know you can take care of yourself and I know there's nothing to worry about, but … I would just feel more at ease if you had someone with you, if only to keep you company."
Stiles had sighed, his shoulders slumping. He'd wanted to continue being pissed off, but that had been a hard thing to do with Derek being all sincere and confessing his worries. Shit, he was so weak for this man …
"Fine," he'd acquiesced, aware of the relieved sigh behind him. "But I draw the line at Isaac. No way he's going to join me to my exams; I'll end up kicking him out before we're even halfway there."
"You and Isaac are so damn weird," Derek had sighed, but in the end he'd promised not to sic Isaac on Stiles.
So now he was being escorted to his exams unwillingly, but there had been no point in continuing to argue about it. It seemed like a too stupid thing to get into fights about, even if he was still annoyed by having someone accompanying him. Erica had taken the first shift and when he'd returned from his exam, she'd been waiting for him with fried goodness in the form of a hamburger and fries with a milkshake, which admittedly had mollified him somewhat. Also the exam had left him starving after three hours of emptying his brain out on the paper, so Erica's gesture had come like a godsent.
After Erica, it had been Boyd's turn and even though Stiles would never admit it aloud, the broad shouldered boy's calming presence had had a good effect on his nerves, leaving him more or less relaxed when he'd entered the room to take his second exam.
Derek had driven him to his third exam, because Roscoe had temporarily given up after the first two, and well, Stiles might have spent a little bit more time in the car after arriving than he normally did, but well, at least he'd started on his exam in a far better mood than he'd woken up in.
Laura had spent the whole drive there drilling him about the terms he had had to study and while it had left him feeling quite frazzled, he had known every single definition, even the ones his brain had refused to absorb before, so her ruthless method had worked.
No way was he ever going to tell her that, though.
"We're being followed."
His final exam was finally over and done with and Stiles was ready to celebrate that fact as soon as they got back to Beacon Hills. Scott had accompanied him for this one and while he loved his best friend and trusted him with his life, Stiles had insisted on driving his precious jeep, because best friend or not, there was no way he would ever trust Scott behind the steering wheel of his precious baby.
"Yeah, I know," Stiles muttered, throwing a quick glance in the rear view mirror.
It hadn't been noticeable at first; the cars had basically been pouring out of the parking lot and onto the roads, all the students eager to celebrate their last paper or last exam. But as the roads became less busy, Stiles had quickly taken notice of one particular car who kept driving right behind them, following at a short distance. It was some sort of metallic grey Ford, an older type, with no license plate at the front. A young looking guy with short brown hair was behind the wheel; his eyes hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses.
It could be just a coincidence, the guy needing to follow the same road to get home, but … Somehow Stiles had a bad feeling about this.
"What are we going to do?" Scott had been cracking jokes up until five minutes ago, but now there wasn't any trace of humour left on his face; his features drawn with tension. His arm rested against the cracked open window and there was hint of claws replacing his human nails.
"First, we're going to make sure we're actually being followed," Stiles decided, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. He licked his lips. "No sense in getting my dad all worked up about this, if this just turns out to be a coincidence."
Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "And how are we going to make sure of that? Not like we can call out to him and ask him whether he's following us on purpose."
Stiles punched his arm gently. "Hey, sarcasm is my forte, not yours," he quipped and the corners of his friend's mouth barely twitched. "There's a gas station around two miles down the road. We'll stop there and see what he's going to do next."
"And what if he also stops there?" Scott's gaze briefly flickered towards his friend's middle, where the gentle swelling was just barely hidden behind a loose flannel shirt.
"Then we'll get the hell out of there and hope Roscoe doesn't give up on us before we're home," Stiles replied grimly and patted the steering wheel gently.
"Right." Scott paused, his frown deepening. "I'm not sure I really like this plan."
"Well, it's the only one we got for now, so we're going to have to make the best of it," Stiles retorted faux cheerfully, glancing into the window again.
The car was still following them. Splendid.
Just a coincidence, he told himself, his stomach flipping several times with nerves. Nothing else.
He'd never thought he would be so happy one day to see a gas station. A gas station with plenty of cars adorning the parking lot, which made it even better. If the guy turned out to be some sort of psycho, at least they would stand a better chance surrounded with several other people.
Stiles made sure to choose a parking spot closest to the road; sure, that made the trek to the actual station longer, but at least they would be able to leave immediately instead of manoeuvring their way from between several cars.
As soon as they entered the small shop, they both wandered over to the magazine display, which gave them a good view on the parking lot. Picking up a random magazine, Stiles flipped through it casually, not reading any of the articles, but keeping an eye on the cars passing the station.
"Did you see him pass?" he whispered and Scott shook his head briefly.
"No, but maybe he took the exit before this one – oh shit, he's here!"
And sure enough, the Ford which had been tailing them ever since they'd left the university was turning into the parking lot, driving slowly past several cars – including Roscoe. Stiles just barely resisted the urge to duck down when the guy parked close to the shop and stepped out. His hopes of getting a good look at the guy were promptly dashed when the shop bell rang, followed by a rather large group pouring into the shop. Stiles thought the guy was somewhere near the edges of that group, but he couldn't be certain and that uncertainty made him nervous.
"Back to the car?" Scott suggested underneath his breath; his lips barely moving.
"Yeah, we run the second we're out of here," Stiles murmured back and nonchalantly put the magazine back in the display.
As they made their way back to the doors, he kept a surreptitious eye out for the guy following them. When he didn't spot him anywhere near the exit, he and Scott shared a brief look before they walked out – and promptly started running to the car. Thanking the gods and everything else out there that he was still in relatively good shape despite not having played sports in around a year and being five months pregnant, he practically threw himself into the Jeep, starting it before Scott had even fully got into the car.
"Go, go, go!" Scott said anxiously, keeping an eye on the shop.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Stiles snapped back, slamming down on the gas and wrenching the steering wheel into the direction of the road.
For a couple of seconds Roscoe protested the rough treatment, but today was a good day for her, because she shot out of the parking lot like the devil was on her tail, and honestly, it felt like the devil himself was right behind them.
"Is he following us?" Stiles asked urgently, pressing the gas pedal down even more. If they were caught speeding now, he just hoped his dad would give him enough time to explain himself before he would ground him for the rest of the year.
"How could he be following us? We were the only ones …" Scott trailed off and the fact that he left his reply unfinished didn't put Stiles at ease at all.
A look in the rear view mirror told him why.
The guy was following them again.
"How's that fucking possible?" Stiles snapped, a hint of hysteria trying to slip through. "Nobody followed us out of the shop and there's no way he could get into his car that quickly!"
"Unless he never entered the shop," Scott realised and whipped his head back around to stare at Stiles. "What if he was hiding next to the shop or between some cars?"
Stiles bit down harshly on his lip, thinking about it. He supposed that could have been possible … After all he hadn't actually seen him entering the shop – he'd just assumed it because the guy had got out of his car.
"Shit!"
"Do you have any idea who this is and what he wants?"
"How the hell should I know? I've never seen that car or that guy in my life!" Stiles replied, his voice becoming a tad shrill near the end. He laughed a bit unsteady. "At least my plan worked: we know he's definitely following us now!"
"That really doesn't help us now, Stiles!" Scott said tersely and patted his pockets hastily. "I'm going to call your dad; there has to be something he can do."
"He's going to flip his shit!"
"Well, I'm close to flipping my shit, dude! I don't know what the guy wants from us and I really don't want to find out either!"
It was a wonder Scott hadn't smashed his phone by the time he'd finished entering dad's number with how harshly he was pressing on the numbers.
Dad picked up after three long beeps. "Scott, son, you're calling for something?"
The speaker was on, perfect. "Dad, we're kind of having a problem right now," Stiles said nervously, ignoring Scott's squawked, "Kind of? Dude! This is not a 'kind of problem'!"
"What kind of problem?" Dad asked sharply.
"We're being followed by some guy in a metallic grey Ford; some sort of older type, I don't know which one," Stiles replied quickly and checked the mirror again; his eyes widening. "And he's definitely a lot closer now, shit!"
So close in fact that he could see the faint, creepy smile on the guy's face, which really, really didn't help his growing panic at all.
"How far away are you?" Dad demanded and a couple of seconds later, there was a sudden flurry of different kinds of noises as the sheriff left his office. "Parrish, get two teams and prepare for a roadblock."
"We're around fifteen minutes away," Scott replied; half of his attention on his phone and the other half on the side mirror where he kept an eye on the car.
"Drive as fast as your car allows," Dad ordered. "We'll set up a roadblock."
"Right, sure," Stiles agreed faintly. Personally he thought that was like asking for some sort of fucking miracle of Roscoe but …
Another glance showed the other car was steadily getting closer.
A fucking miracle it will be then, he decided grimly, and slammed down on the gas.
AN2: Is this what they call a rollercoaster of a chapter? *throws hands up* No clue. We went from discovering they're going to have a girl to Stiles and Scott being followed - let the drama begin *hums*
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!
Cuddles
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