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36 weeks
Derek spent weeks wallowing and trying to understand Parrish’s theory. As much as Derek wanted to completely reject the theory, there was a tiny inch of doubt running through his mind because now all of his symptoms made sense. He’d been pale for the last few weeks, knowing that something could have been inside him and he hadn’t known.
He’d tried to shrug it off but then the movements were undeniable after Parrish planting the seed that it could be a baby.
After really thinking about it, he did really want his family back – something which the fairies couldn’t have granted him even if they wanted to – so through some backwards logic, they’d allowed Derek to make his own family. It filled Derek with fear, one because he didn’t know if he was definitely having a baby, and two, he knew if he was it was Stiles‘.
He’d growled out because it was just his luck to be given the one true thing he wanted in such a cruel way, since he shouldn’t have been birthing anything and he had rejected Stiles almost immediately after, out of fear about how the Sheriff and Scott would react.
It took him weeks to build up the courage to ask Stiles to visit him – alone – then when he finally did ask, everything just got ten times worse.
Stiles showed up at the Hale house, letting himself in as he heard Derek crying out and finding him curled up on the floor in the living room. So naturally, Stiles had rushed to his side and kneeled down next to him with panicked breaths.
“Christ Derek, what’s going on?” His voice quivered slightly, seeing how the wolf’s body was curling and twisting.
His eyes fell down to Derek’s stomach, the wide and roundness of it giving Stiles the chills.
Derek winced, grabbing onto any part of Stiles he could hold onto and growling.
“Derek?” Stiles pushed. “I need to know what’s happening…what’s-“
“Parrish was right…” Derek puffed out, scrunching his face up in pain as a wave sensation hit his body, followed by a pressure.
“Parrish was right…” Stiles repeated. “About what? Are you dying?”
Derek shook his head, allowing Stiles to sit him up and he squeezed onto his arms tightly. He leaned his head back against the sofa.
Stiles freaked out a little when Derek finally told him, letting go of Derek temporarily and having a pre-natal panic. “You’re having a baby?!”
Derek rolled his eyes, wiping sweat from his forehead and peeling the blanket off his body.
Stiles’ eyes widened at the sight of Derek’s belly, knowing that something freaky had definitely happened. “Whose baby is it?!” He exclaimed. “Is it Parrish’s?”
Derek swiped at his eyes and shook his head at Stiles, because why on earth would he be having Parrish’s baby?
A brief look of hurt flashed across his face, watching as Derek was hit by another contraction.
“Derek, what the hell!” Stiles yelled. “Whose baby is it?! Are you trying to rub salt in my wound? You know that I love you and that-“
“You love me…?” Derek asked breathlessly, his lips turned downwards.
“Yes!” Stiles spat out. “Now you’re having someone else’s baby and-“
Derek didn’t have the energy to argue back, instead he tugged his t-shirt past his bump and junk, covering himself as he slid off his boxers. Either way, this baby was coming out, whether Derek liked it or not.
He cried out, gripping onto Stiles with his claws, accidentally, of course. “It’s coming!”
Stiles blanched, knowing that he would have to check progress. He ducked his head slightly, seeing Derek’s makeshift vagina, cringing and then immediately recoiling with a look which worried Derek more.
“What is it?” He hissed out, gripping onto the sofa and his claws piercing through the fabric.
“I-I uh…I think I see the head.”
Derek groaned, flinging his head back against the sofa and squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
“I think…I think you’ve gotta push.” Stiles stared, holding onto Derek’s legs and keeping them apart as he checked progress.
Derek growled, using all of his might to get rid of the pain. It subsided briefly, until the pressure came again and Stiles gripped tightly onto Derek’s thigh.
“It’s okay…you’ve got this.” Stiles nodded, to make himself believe it too.
Derek couldn’t believe his life, he was actually having a baby and there Stiles was, helping him through it like everything was completely normal and going just fine.
“Come on Derek, one more push and the head will be fully out!” Stiles encouraged, even though his smile was quivering and his eyes were glassy.
Derek heaved, pushing with all the strength he could muster, before turning to Stiles for something, anything.
“The head’s out!” Stiles exclaimed, a small smile breaking its way onto his face and tears finally spilling out of his eyes. “Another one and baby’s here…so soon Derek, you’re so close.”
Stiles rested his hands underneath the baby’s head, supporting it as they waited for Derek to push again.
He did so, letting out a huge cry as the baby was finally out.
“He’s here!” Stiles spilled out, holding onto the tiny bundle.
The smile fell of his face, the baby wasn’t crying and was still in his arms. They were covered in all kinds of fluid – amniotic and sweat – but nothing could bother Stiles more than the baby.
“Derek, I don’t think he’s…” Stiles sobbed, looking at the wolf sorrowfully.
Derek panicked, sitting up and ignoring the various pains shouting through his body. “He’s what-he’s…”
The pair breathed out heavy puffs of air, watching as the baby boy cried ferociously.
Stiles clung onto him, pulling him into his chest and fully crying. “Oh thank god-he’s okay…he’s…”
Derek was sobbing too, watching as the baby clung onto Stiles desperately, reaching out for any skin he could hook his hands onto.
The baby was tiny, slightly premature and as Stiles held him out to Derek, he knew.
“He’s mine, isn’t he?” Stiles asked, watching as Derek hesitantly took the baby. He wiped at his eyes, although it was no use, they both knew Stiles was crying but Derek was too, so there was no judgment.
The boy had Stiles’ pixie-like eyes and nose, but Derek’s ebony hair – which he had a lot of.
“Look at his hair!” Stiles said softly, leaning against the sofa with Derek and reaching a hand out to stroke the baby’s head.
It made sense with all the heartburn he had suffered with. The little dude had a full head of very dark hair.
“This is…crazy.” Stiles puffed out, holding his arms out and waiting for Derek to hand their baby over, which he did reluctantly.
Stiles held him tightly against his chest and laughed with hysteria. “This is why Parrish was looking after you.”
“And the bucket.” Derek breathed out.
Stiles blinked. “Huh?”
“Parrish brought me a bucket, the day after we…”
Stiles nodded, he understood.
Parrish had only showed up because they had conceived a new life and to help Derek get around his symptoms.
“How is this possible?” Stiles asked finally, rubbing the little boy’s back. “Not that I didn’t want it to, I’m glad now here’s here…even if I didn’t know he was coming…” He rambled.
“Fairies.” Derek stated, rolling his eyes. “They said they’d give me my one true desire.”
“A family?” Stiles blinked back tears which threatened to spill over again and he leaned his head back slightly.
Derek hummed. “Apparently.”
“Well, I’m glad to be a part of it.” Stiles snorted slightly, looking into Derek’s eyes lovingly.
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•Should I make more parts to this story?
•Would anybody be interested in me releasing all of my half-finished Sterek fanfics? There’s like 2 mpregs and a few other random ones?
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