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18 weeks
Parrish had never gotten around to visiting Derek, his shift was busy and he’d faced all kinds of hellhound urges until the point where he couldn’t blatantly ignore all of the stuff sitting in his car waiting for Derek. So, he drove down to the Hale house and hauled the bags out of his car, knocking on the front door as he reached it.
The man opened it, looking slightly ragged and holding onto his back like his body weighed ten tonnes. “Parrish.”
“Derek, here.” He held out the bags to Derek and grinned.
Derek moved backwards, allowing Parrish room to step inside, which he did gladly.
“Why are you bringing me this stuff, Parrish?” Derek rubbed at his lower back and frowned. Maybe his metabolism was just slowing down with age.
The man shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s hellhound instincts!”
“Okay,” Derek shuffled towards the kitchen, where he slumped against the counter top, trying to soothe his aching back. “What’ve you brought today?”
Parrish smiled, burying his hands in the bags and pulling out various items. “There’s a water bottle – I assume for your back?” Parrish questioned, noticing how Derek seemed to be in pain.
Derek hummed slightly and sighed.
“Yep, okay. There’s also a t-shirt and some snacks.” Parrish paused as he pulled out some assorted fruit and nuts.
“You bought me a t-shirt.” Derek blinked because Parrish’s hellhound was weird.
“I promise I’m not trying to mother you, dude!” Parrish laughed sheepishly. “I just have all these crazy instincts.”
“Why for me?”
Parrish shrugged. “Who knows? Can you think of a reason why the guardian of the supernatural needs to look after you?”
“No,” Derek shook his head. “Maybe I’m dying.” He said glumly, since the symptoms he had been having and the guardian angel of the supernatural was looking after him, like a sick puppy.
“I don’t think so.” Parrish responded with a quizzical eyebrow. “Lydia would know.”
Derek pushed himself up from the countertop and gravitated towards the water bottle Parrish had brought, wanting to fill it and use it.
He froze midway through the actions, holding the water bottle in his hands with wide eyes.
“What is it?” Parrish asked quickly, furrowing his eyebrows and creasing his forehead.
Derek shook his head. “I-it’s nothing.”
His stomach had in fact made a strange somersault which he’d never felt before. It was like a little patter from inside of him.
He flicked the kettle on and waited for it to boil, resuming his actions until the fluttering feeling happened again.
Derek placed a hand on his belly, wondering what it was. He wasn’t sure where he could have caught an alien parasite from, so it wasn’t that…
“You hungry?” Parrish questioned.
“Yeah.” Derek decided, since he had put on weight so maybe his appetite had grown too?
“We can go get some food if you want?”
“No, that’s okay.” Derek let go of his stomach, touching it felt odd. “There’s stuff in.”
“Okay,” Parrish nodded with a polite smile towards Derek. “I should disappear now, my work here is done!” He joked.
“Right.” Derek nodded, shivering slightly as he felt the sensation again. He needed to get some food in his belly.
“I might see you soon.” He snorted, incredulous at his inner hellhound.
They both walked to the front door, Parrish stood sheepishly at the doorway.
“Thank you, Parrish.” Derek expressed, just before Parrish turned to leave.
“It’s okay.” The man nodded, finally walking away to his car.
Derek watched him leave, feeling thankful but confused and shut the door with a thud after Parrish zoomed out of his vision.
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22 weeks
He had started to realise something was horribly wrong with his body, after catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the changing room of his favourite clothing store.
His belly was curved outwards, his stomach pushing outwards and his old pants officially too tight to wear – so his purpose for leaving the house was to find clothes which fit.
His cheeks were puffier than usual, they no longer had their sharp look to them. It wasn’t that obvious with his still excessively growing hair, facial hair included.
As he pulled on a pair of pants, two sizes than his usual ones, he sighed frustratedly. They didn’t fit.
He half-groaned when the t-shirts he’d picked up didn’t fit either, since they were also a few sizes larger than usual.
He planted his hands on his belly, noticing how curved it now was. Maybe Parrish had been looking after him because he had been wolfsbane poisoned or something which bloated him out?
Putting his own t-shirt back on, he frowned and stared at his reflection because his t-shirt was so tight around his belly that the underside of it was popping out.
He growled, slipping on his leather jacket and pulling it over his body. He needed a new jacket too.
With lots of grunts and growls, he put his own trousers back on and left them unbuttoned but zipped, since he’d actually bust the button of a week ago and he headed out of the changing rooms.
He picked up a black jacket made out of a thick denim material, a couple of sizes bigger than usual to make sure it would fit, and a few pairs of trousers which were three sizes bigger than usual on his way to the till.
Upon arriving at the Hale house, he was still irritated by his own body and slammed the front door shut behind him. He chucked his bag of new clothes down by his bed and sighed, stripping off and getting into bed.
In bed, he lay on his side with a hand planted to his belly, it feeling slightly painful in certain areas and the gesture seemed to comfort his wolf. It also seemed to ease his rumbling stomach a tad.
He puffed out a long breath of air, feeling breathless as he tried to sleep through the night.
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