Prompt Post 01
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“Yeah, but we have decaf from the last time Allison was here,” Derek said, as if that explained anything. When Stiles continued to stare at him, Derek rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and nudged him towards the living room. “Go. Get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“O-kay,” Stiles murmured, doing what he was asked despite the fact that his boyfriend had gone off the deep end. He had half a mind to check the calendar to make sure they weren’t nearing the full moon, but he knew for a fact it had already passed.
Stiles knew for sure something was wrong when Derek brought him a mug of hot tea and let him choose a movie on Demand. Not because he let Stiles choose, per se- he had to humour Stiles once and a while- but more because Derek didn’t protest when Stiles chose a movie he knew wouldn’t interest the werewolf at all. He didn’t make a peep. Instead, he cuddled with Stiles on the couch.
And Derek didn’t particularly like to cuddle unless they’d just had sex. Twice in one week was rare. Twice in one day was incredibly suspicious.
“I know I said I wasn’t feeling well, but you don’t have to act like I’m dying,” Stiles joked halfway through the terrible romantic comedy he’d chosen.
“My mate deserves to be pampered,” was Derek’s response, and he even had the gall to shush Stiles when he tried to continue the conversation, as if he was watching the movie. (He wasn’t.)
It was all very suspicious.
Stiles was definitely missing something.
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Haha yep. Derek's just sitting there all smug and happy and Stiles has no clue why! :D
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He’d had to get up twice during the night to eat, which wasn’t a particularly odd occurrence (Derek had even stopped waking up when he felt Stiles get up at night, so long as he was quiet), except for the weird things he’d been craving. He’d eaten a couple of pickles from the now nearly-empty jar the first time he’d gotten up and a bowl of Cheerios covered in sugar the second time.
So that morning, barely three hours after his last “midnight” snack, Stiles woke with a jolt. His mouth was watering like a faucet, and a long string of drool followed him as he sat up and brushed it away. He sat on the bed for a moment, swallowing the copious amount of saliva that was practically choking him and letting his eyes adjust to the first light of dawn coming in through the window. He was lightheaded, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his temples.
Then his stomach turned over, and Stiles realised why his mouth had been watering. He made a mad dash for the bathroom and barely made it there, skidding across the tile on his knees as he grabbed for the toilet and promptly threw up.
Pizza, pickles, Cheerios and sugar didn’t taste nearly as good coming up as they did going down.
Stiles coughed and spluttered, retching so hard he thought he might turn his stomach inside out. For someone without a gag reflex- tried and tested- vomiting at all was a rare event. Vomiting this violently? Unheard of.
Once his stomach was empty, he only dry-heaved a few times before his stomach settled. The smell was terrible, and Stiles quickly pulled down the handle and flushed his stomach contents down the drain. He sat back, scooting away from the porcelain bowl to lean against the bathtub, wiping his mouth with a shaky hand and letting his racing heart calm.
He felt surprisingly well for someone who had just regurgitated most of what he’d put into his stomach in the last eight hours. The nausea settled almost immediately after he sat up, and the pounding in his head subsided quickly thereafter.
Stiles sat staring at nothing for several tense moments, his mind racing. He wasn’t sick, was he? Derek’s little knowing smirks came to mind, as well as his strange behaviour of the last few days. Laying his head on Stiles’ abdomen, treating him abnormally gently, catering to his every whim, the smiles he didn’t think Stiles saw-
You’re feeling better now, though, right? Derek had asked in the afternoon. As opposed to how bad you felt his morning?
Stiles blinked, frowning.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were pregnant! Allison’s voice rang through Stiles’ head as loud and clear as a bell, banging around in his skull. What with the weird food choices and now morning sickness? Are you sure you’re not expecting?
Mouth falling open in surprise, Stiles’ hand fell unconsciously to his stomach.
Cravings. Tiredness. Headaches. Aversion to dairy. Sensitive nipples. Nausea, vomiting... morning sickness.
Stiles swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. It couldn’t be. He was a guy.
...A guy who’d been fucking a mythological creature.
“Derek Hale get your ass in here right now!”
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“Please tell me I’m being paranoid,” Stiles said, clenching his jaw. “Tell me I’m being stupid because guys can’t get pregnant.” Derek’s grin faded and he seemed to deflate a little, leaning against the doorway.
“I thought you’d be happy,” he said after a moment of silence, and Stiles’ glare softened just a little. They stared at each other, the tension in the air thick between them.
“I’m pregnant?” Stiles asked for a moment, needing the clarification. This was the biggest mindfuck he’d ever experienced- bigger than figuring out that his best friend was a werewolf, bigger than finding out Derek Hale was his soulmate, bigger than anything he’d ever seen or heard before, which was a lot. He was in shock, the hand that was still pressed to his stomach pale and shaking.
“You’re pregnant,” Derek confirmed.
Stiles ran his tongue over his lower lip, moistening it. His mouth felt like sandpaper and there was a lump in his throat that felt as big as his fist. “And you couldn't have mentioned,” Stiles ground out, his breath quickening, “Maybe, perhaps, sometime, just once, that this was a possibility?!”
Derek stared at his mate incredulously, blinking a few times as if he didn’t understand. “I did.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped. “When?” Stiles asked, dumbfounded. “I think I would remember if you ever said-!”
“When we were first mated,” Derek cut his mate off mid-sentence, crossing his arms defiantly, “I told you we were meant to be lovers and you were meant to raise my pups.” Stiles paused, letting out a defeated breath. He did remember Derek mentioning something to that effect when they became mates.
“I didn’t realise you meant it literally,” Stiles admitted, falling back against the bathtub heavily and shutting his eyes.
“Are you... unhappy?” Derek asked, his voice small and... vulnerable. Stiles’ eyes snapped open.
“Damnit Derek,” he hissed when he saw the heartbreakingly vulnerable look on his lover’s face. Derek rarely looked vulnerable- rarely meaning never- and it was the most pathetic thing Stiles had ever seen. Derek could pull off puppy-dog eyes better than anyone Stiles had ever met. “I’m not unhappy, I’m just shocked.”
Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, closing his eyes. An image flashed before his eyes of a little girl with Stiles’ mother’s brown curls and Derek’s hazel eyes, and Stiles couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing in his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover, smiling faintly.
“We’re going to be parents,” he said breathlessly, the idea solidifying in his mind. Derek crossed the bathroom and dropped to his knees beside Stiles, grinning again. “We’re having a baby.”
Derek reached for Stiles and pulled him to his chest, tucking his head on top of his mate’s as he so liked to do. “You’re going to be a great father,” Derek growled into Stiles’ ear. “I’d never want anyone else to raise my pups.”
“I don’t understand how this happened,” Stiles said softly, putting a hand on his stomach again and just holding it there, letting the idea really sink in. “It doesn’t make any medical sense, but... I’m happy.” He leaned away from Derek’s chest and tilted his head up for a kiss. “I’m happy,” he murmured against Derek’s lips.
Derek kissed back hungrily, the scent of his pregnant mate even more irresistible than it normally was, despite the fact that he tasted terrible. Stiles pulled away after a moment, a thought occurring to him as he looked into Derek’s eyes with horror.
“What’s wrong?” Derek sighed the moment he saw Stiles’ wide eyes.
“What the hell am I supposed to tell my dad?!” he gasped.
Derek just chuckled.
-fin-
A/N: Ending it on a lame note, but it’s finally done. *sigh*
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This was cute and the sex was hot and I love the rare times I see well-written mpreg.
Awesome.
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