Heartbeat, It's A Lovebeat Part 2
Title: Heartbeat, It's A Lovebeat
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he's watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason... but he still manages to find Derek.
Word Count: 11617
A/N: This is my first ever Sterek fic and I'm all kinds of nervous and excited and so many feelings all at once. And, yes, this title is from the song by the DeFranco family. Also, this one is for homo_pink, cuz without her, I wouldn't even know this fandom existed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Part 1
“Deaton, we have an issue,” Derek said as he entered the vet’s office, only to find that the man was dealing with a patient and its owner at the time.
“Derek, I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, giving him an odd smile, like he knew something Derek didn’t.
When he finished dealing with the owner of the cat he recently neutered, he gave Derek a smile and asked him and Stiles to join him in the back. “What can I help you with today?”
“I think I’m pregnant,” Stiles said. Derek just glared at him.
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re not the one that has a fetus growing inside you.”
“It wouldn’t even be a fetus at this point even if you were pregnant,” Derek muttered.
Deaton raised an eyebrow and looked between the two of them. “What makes you think that you’re pregnant, Stiles?” he asked.
“Derek’s an alpha now,” he said.
“I am aware of that,” Deaton said, not saying anything to Derek, who had a look on his face that asked ‘how do you know that?’
“And Derek told me that alphas can get other men pregnant. I don’t know how, I mean, it’s not like I have eggs. Right? I don’t, do I?”
Deaton ignored Stiles’ rambling and continued on with his questioning. “So, if I’m understanding correctly, you two are sleeping together. And the last time you had intercourse was…?”
“This morning,” Stiles answered. “It wasn’t until afterwards that I remembered that conversation Derek and I had after our first time-”
Derek cut Stiles off, “I really don’t think he needs to hear all of that. We just came to see you because I thought you could help,” he said.
“Well, I won’t be able to tell if he’s pregnant yet if you just had intercourse this morning, because you wouldn’t by all technical terms be pregnant yet. It takes days for the sperm to work its way up through-”
“But, it is true, then? I could actually end up carrying Derek’s wolf babies?” Stiles asked, cutting Deaton off from all the overly detailed descriptions of his inner workings, looking down at his flat stomach.
“They would likely be a wolf and fox mix, but, yes, you could,” Deaton answered with a sharp nod.
“And when will I be able to know for sure? When I start getting morning sickness?”
“I would say in a few weeks you could take a pregnancy test.”
Stiles sighed. “This is my life… might as well sign me up for ’16 and Pregnant.’ Can I even shift anymore?” he then asked. “And if I’m not, or even if I am, what am I supposed to do about, you know,” he pointed his thumb to Derek, “sex?”
“No, I wouldn’t recommend shifting, since you don’t know how your body would react. As for sex, I would say that, if the need arises, you should consider switching positions.” Derek actually blushed at that implication. “If it turns out that you are pregnant, then you can go back to doing things as you were before with no further risk of getting more pregnant. If you’re not, there’s something that I can give you that will prevent possible pregnancies.”
“Like a birth control pill against alpha sperm?” Stiles asked.
“Something like that,” Deaton agreed. “But for now, there’s really nothing I can do. If you do take the test and on the off chance it comes back positive, come back to see me and I’ll be able to help you.”
~~~
Stiles insisted that they stop at a drug store and buy several brands of pregnancy tests. Derek caved.
They barely even touched one another for a week aside from Derek spooning up against Stiles when they were in bed together. It was a huge change from before when they were fucking at least once a day.
At the end of that week, Stiles was itching to take a test and was also insanely horny. Derek was in the same predicament. While he was able to convince Stiles to hold off on taking the test, he wasn’t able to convince himself he’d be able to hold out on the sex for yet another week. It was about time that Stiles got to see what it was like on top, anyway. They had been together for some time now.
When they kissed and touched and stripped one another, all thoughts of those pregnancy tests left Stiles’ mind, the only thing he could think of was that he was going to fuck Derek so good. He pulled back, teeth pulling gently at Derek’s lower lip as he straddled Derek’s hips. “Do I have a knot, too?”
“I would think so,” Derek answered. He raised himself up enough to meet Stiles’ lips in a brief kiss. “Let’s find out.”
So they found out. He did.
~~~
Things were better between them after that, but Stiles really didn’t want to wait any longer. He wasn’t a patient person and the not knowing was killing him. He wanted to know so he could either get on with his life as it was, or start dealing with the fact that he was going to have a child. Derek’s child.
When the three week mark came, Stiles had never felt so nervous taking a piss. He didn’t even know if those things would work in this situation, hell, he still didn’t even know how a male pregnancy could work in the first place.
He paced around, test in hand, with Derek watching him, just as anxious. “Would you just stand still?”
“No,” Stiles answered. He didn’t think he could stand still or sit still or do anything still while he waited for the longest ten minutes of his life. He was much fonder of instant gratification.
Derek’s phone timer went off and he froze. He didn’t look at it before standing next to Derek. When he was next to the man, he lifted the results up and saw a blue plus sign, clear as day. “I want to take another one.”
“Why?” Derek asked. They had the results right there, after all.
“I heard these things are really inaccurate. I mean, maybe they gave me a false positive.”
“Ok,” Derek said, knowing it would result in another ten minutes of pacing on Stiles’ part. And Stiles also bought far more than a person could actually need, so he figured letting him indulge couldn’t hurt. And if another one came back positive, it would just be more confirmation to what they already suspected.
When Stiles went outside to take a leak against the side of the house, Derek could hear him muttering to himself, “Why can’t I piss? Did I piss out all my piss?”
“Just relax, Stiles,” Derek said to him.
“You try and relax knowing you have a wolf/fox hybrid growing inside you!”
~~~
Derek, Stiles and five pregnancy tests entered Deaton’s office later that day. They called ahead this time so they would hopefully not barge in on the vet with anyone.
“What can I help you with today?” he asked them.
Stiles took the liberty of dumping all five pregnancy tests onto Deaton’s front desk. “Is there some magical test I can take?”
“Was there a problem with these?” he raised a brow and looked to Derek.
“He wanted to do best three out of five when the third one he took came back negative.”
“So, four were positive?” Stiles nodded. “What do you need another test for, then?”
“Well, I just want to know that Derek’s super jizz isn’t, you know, affecting these tests in any way. I really just want to know for sure,” Stiles answered. “I know four of five say yes, but I don’t want to…” he trailed off, realizing how mushy it would sound if he went on saying that he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was an eighteen year old boy, he shouldn’t want to be pregnant, shouldn’t actually be pregnant at all, but at that moment, he had nothing else in his life but Derek. And Derek had no family, either. It was just the two of them. “I just want to know for sure,” he reiterated.
“I don’t think the fact that the both of you are shifters will make any difference on the results of the tests,” Deaton told them. “However, I may be able to help you get your definitive answer.”
~~~
When they left the office, Stiles was once again holding all five pregnancy tests, and had an expression Derek had never seen on his face before. “Holy fuck, I’m pregnant. We’re going to be dads.”
“Shit. We’re going to be dads,” Derek repeated, letting the words sink in.
“You’re gonna have to fix up that shithole we’re living in, for the record. Either that, or we’re moving,” Stiles told him as they got into Derek’s car. “And, honestly, I’d rather not move.”
“Me, either.”
“Looks like you’ve got a project on your hands.”
“And how about you?” Derek asked. “You’re a perfectly capable young man.”
“One who’s also pregnant.”
“It’s been three weeks, Stiles; it’s not like your gut is sticking two feet out and you’re waddling like a penguin.
“But we don’t know how pregnancy affects men, do we? I probably need a lot of bed rest, which, I feel, would include my directing you in a remodeling of the house.”
Derek just glared.
~~~
About three weeks after Stiles received his confirmation as to whether or not he was pregnant, he started to feel nauseous even before properly waking up. He barely even rolled over to the edge of the bed before heaving up the contents of his stomach. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned before it happened again.
Beside him, Derek could sense that Stiles wasn’t well, and there was also a stench to the air that suggested… “Are you ok?” Derek asked, sitting bolt upright before placing a hand on Stiles’ back.
“I think I have morning sickness… all over your floor.”
“Wonderful.”
After Stiles’ stomach settled and they cleaned everything up, they made the decision that they needed to find a better place to live while Derek began the house renovation. Somewhere that had a toilet that wouldn’t be too far from Stiles and was close to Deaton for when they needed to go see him, since there was absolutely no way they could see a doctor about the issue.
~~~
They were able to find a decent enough place to rent out for the time being. Derek and Stiles were able to walk down the street for Stiles’ first ultrasound.
Which brought about some additional complications.
“Well, that is unexpected,” Deaton said.
“What? What’s unexpected?” Stiles asked, looking at Deaton. Was something wrong? Was the baby some mutant with a human head and wolf body? Every bad scenario was going through Stiles’ head in the brief moment between Deaton’s initial statement and his answer.
“Though I suppose it shouldn’t have been,” he mused, considering the screen again.
“What?!” Stiles exclaimed, now feeling nervous, and he didn’t handle nerves very well.
“You’re having twins.”
~~~
“So, we’re having twins,” Stiles said for what felt like the millionth time since finding out.
“You’re lucky you’re not having quintuplets.”
“That means we’re gonna need twice as many names,” Stiles went on, ignoring Derek’s comment.
“What sort of names did you have in mind?” Derek asked.
“I dunno,” he answered. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas.”
“We could always name one Derek Jr.,” he suggested.
“No. There will be none of that. What about… George or William or Barry-”
“No,” Derek said, cutting off Stiles’ list. “I’m not dealing with any Der Bar jokes.” So, that was now two names off the list. Three if they counted Stiles’ birth name, which was never on the table to begin with.
“Ok, what about girl names, then? Do you have anything in mind for that? I mean, we could have two girls in here.”
“Uhh, Emily? Patricia?”
“Boring,” Stiles said. “You can’t think of anything more creative than that?”
“Says the guy who listed off the name George.”
“Yeah, well, those weren’t really suggestions… what’s their last name gonna be, anyway?” Stiles then asked, something neither of them had brought up.
“I guess I was just thinking it’d be Hale,” Derek answered truthfully.
“See, I was thinking it’d be Stilinski since I’m the one carrying them around.”
“More names would sound better with Hale,” Derek added.
“Stilinski-Hale it is.”
“Have any ideas for first names yet?” Derek asked.
“We have loads of time to pick a name,” Stiles said.
“That’s a no.”
“We’ll think of something. Somethings. We kinda have to.” At that point, Stiles began thinking of all the shows he watched when he was younger, listing off various names. “I mean, there’s Topanga, Cory, Shawn, Clarissa, Sabrina, Rocko-”
“Rocko? The kangaroo?”
“He was a wallaby, thank you very much.” He then goes on to list some more names, “Kevin, Winnie, Doug, Tommy, Chucky, Angelica, Phil, Lil, Tommy-”
“You already said Tommy,” Derek pointed out.
“This is a different Tommy,” Stiles replied and then continued with, “Kimberly, Trini, Zachary, Billy, Jason…”
The list of names goes on and on until Stiles finally exhausted his list of TV shows, which included the Ninja Turtles, stating that Michelangelo was an actual person’s name. He then moved to movies. How Stiles figured any name he listed from Harry Potter was appropriate, he didn’t know.
However, Derek was patient and would occasionally nod at a name he approved of. They made it to a more exclusive list that they planned on narrowing down even further as Stiles progressed in his pregnancy.
~~~
Two months after the first ultrasound, Derek and Stiles were working on the house, which had been torn down and was getting rebuilt. Derek could see how antsy Stiles was and asked him what was wrong.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve shifted?” he asked. “I’ve never gone this long without shifting.” Deaton had told him not to, since neither of them knew how it would affect the twins, especially since his body would be so much smaller as a fox.
Derek nodded. He could get antsy, too, when he didn’t let his wolf come out every once in a while. “Can you partially shift?” He could get his fangs and claws to come out without turning into a full blown wolf.
“I have no idea,” Stiles said to him.
“Try. Focus on changing something, your ears maybe.”
So Stiles focused on the shift, not wanting to change completely, but enough that he… “I did it!” he said, brushing his fingers through the bushy tail that he grew. “I never knew how soft this was.”
~~~
Upon arriving home that night after a long day of Project: Rebuild Hale House, Stiles was still pretty antsy. “Are you still looking to shift?” Derek asked him.
“No,” Stiles answered. “I’m really horny.”
“Oh. That shouldn’t be too hard a problem to solve,” Derek said with a little smirk.
“I concur,” Stiles replied, already walking towards Derek. They kissed and Derek hefted Stiles up, holding him up while Stiles’ legs wrapped around his waist. Like that, they walked to the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.
Clothes began to disperse around the room until both of them were naked and Derek was staring down at Stiles’ body. His eyes became fixated on one place pretty quickly. He then reached out a hand to touch, palm lying flat over the slight bump that he just now discovered on Stiles’ stomach.
Stiles raised his head and took in the look of awe on Derek’s face. He smiled, but he really was horny. “You can admire the baby bump later, I just really need a dick in me right now. You’ll have the entire after glow to touch it. Please, Derek.”
After prepping Stiles, stretching him with his fingers for what felt like even more time he took than for their first time, Derek finally began pushing his cock into Stiles. He pulled back slowly before gently thrusting forward.
“I won’t break. Neither will they,” Stiles said, putting Derek’s hand back on his stomach. “So, please fuck me before I have an emotional meltdown about how you don’t want me anymore because I’m getting fat.”
Though he was hesitant at first, Derek began to pick up the pace until they were finally back into their usual fast and hard rhythm, which had Stiles begging and pleading and moaning.
When Derek’s knot swelled up and both of them had come, they rolled themselves over. “Ok, now you can look all you want,” Stiles said.
“I had no idea you were starting to show,” Derek told him.
“To be fair, it’s not that noticeable under my clothes. Oh, fuck dude, what am I supposed to do when I’m really out there? I can’t buy maternity clothes!” He dropped his head forward against Derek’s chest.
One of Derek’s hands rested against his back, fingers drumming lightly against the skin. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Am I gonna have to go on a Goodwill shopping spree to buy cheap XXL clothing?” Stiles asked.
“Maybe?”
~~~
Stiles was pretty consistently horny after that. He was pretty sure that they were fucking even more often than before Stiles got pregnant. It was in the aftermath, Stiles in his usual straddling position, that he asked, “So, Derek… I know you’ve gone and shown me the practical application of the knot, but… does this happen every time?” He didn’t mind it, not at all, but he was curious, because they couldn’t do quickies if that was the case.
Derek actually blushed. He didn’t blush often, but Stiles quite liked it when he did. “No. It only happens,” he paused, meeting Stiles’ eyes with his own, “when you find your mate. Wolves, you know, they mate for life, so… when you find your mate, instinct tells you to breed with them, hence the knot. If you don’t like it, I mean, I could pull out before-”
“So, what you’re saying is that I’m your mate? For life?” Stiles asked, interrupting Derek because there was no way he wasn’t going to feel Derek come inside of him. “Not just circumstances made us stay together, but actual for life mates?”
“Yeah.” Derek tried to seem cool, calm and collected about that little revelation, but even he had the beginnings of a smile on his face.
Stiles smiled a whole lot bigger.
“How come you never mentioned that to me, though?” he asked a bit later.
“I didn’t know if you’d actually want… I mean, you’re so young still and I didn’t know if maybe…”
“I know I’ve told you many times before, but I’m going to remind you that you are a big, fat dumbass.” He leaned forward, still smiling saying, “I love you and your dumb ass,” then giving Derek a kiss.
~~~
As the days and weeks and months went past, Stiles grew steadily bigger and exponentially more emotional. “Why the fuck do women do this to themselves?” he asked as he and Derek entered Deaton’s office for one of his checkups.
“No idea,” he answered.
“Jesus Christ,” Stiles muttered, holding his belly as he swore he felt the twins starting a goddamn chorus line in there.
Deaton assured them that they were progressing along nicely and were developing as they should. “How’s the project on your house coming along?” he asked them as he poked at Stiles’ here and there.
They told him that he was really all starting to fall into place, that most of the house was done, as Derek had found them a great construction company for the project. There was just furniture left to buy and rooms to paint at this point. That seemed to put Stiles into a better mood than when he first walked into the building. Sitting down probably helped, too.
~~~
When Stiles was a month away from his due date, his friends threw him a shower. Derek told him that he was bringing them over to the house in the preserve to show off the progress they’d made. There were all kinds of scents coming from the house; there was Derek, fresh wood, paint, cigarette butts and the lingering smell of the construction crew and also some very strong scents of the pack.
He had no idea that they would all be there with gifts for him and the twins, though. His sense of smell had been kinda wonky since he became pregnant; some scents seemed much stronger while others were weaker and less distinguishable. Derek escorted him through the front door and Stiles was shocked at the sight of their little pack.
They all knew that he was pregnant, and Allison’s friend Lydia was especially fascinated with the whole thing. She was the first one to go over and congratulate him and explain to him the little surprise shower.
Suddenly Stiles was overcome with emotion. Ever since he lost his father, he didn’t think he’d ever have anything remotely like a family again. And then he found Derek and learned his story and found friends and a pack and was starting a family of his own, albeit a highly unconventional one.
Derek wasn’t sure what to do about the tears. Stiles had cried here and there, sure, but it was never with other people present. Generally Derek would try and distract him with sex, which probably wouldn’t be ok in their current situation.
Allison decided to step in, grabbing the tray full of various sandwiches and bringing them over to Stiles. “Hey, we have some sandwiches. Want one?”
Stiles’ consumption of the egg salad sandwich was the signal for everyone else to begin eating, and the man calmed down soon enough, everyone pretending it never actually happened, at least until Stiles made a joke when he began opening presents, promising not to break down or anything.
They received a whole lot of diapers, which Stiles made into a neatly stacked pyramid, a few neutral colored onesies since they opted to not find out the sex of the babies until they were born. There were also a several gift cards with generous amounts on them to Babies ‘R’ Us and Wal-Mart. There might not have been a lot of people there, but the fact that they had done anything for him at all meant the world to him. “Thank you all so much,” he said. “It means a lot to us. These will probably be gone within the first week, though, since we’ll be going through them twice as fast.” That got a chuckle, then he went on saying, “Now, we should have cake. Let’s have cake. I could smell it when I got in here and I’ve wanted it ever since, and you can’t deny a pregnant man cake.”
So, they all ate cake and Stiles got through the party without breaking into tears again.
When everyone left, Derek and Stiles sat on the couch in the middle of their newly renovated living room, Stiles eating another piece of cake and looking at the stack of gifts they’d received. “You knew about this?”
“Yeah. It was Lydia’s idea and she told me all the details and… yeah.”
“That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me,” Stiles said, feeling himself getting emotional again.
“They’re your friends, Stiles. They’re our pack, of course they’ll be there for you,” Derek told him, really hoping there’d be no tears. He didn’t handle tears well, as earlier situations had proven.
“They didn’t have to do that, though. I mean, they had everything! Gifts and sandwiches and cake! They had cake!” he repeated, waving his half eaten piece in front of Derek’s face.
“What party isn’t complete without cake?” Derek asked, hoping that Stiles was thoroughly distracted by the cake he’d gone back to devouring.
~~~
At exactly 5:39 AM three full weeks after the shower, Stiles woke up to sharp stomach pains like he’d never felt. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, shaking Derek awake.
Derek was highly disoriented, but could sense the discomfort Stiles was feeling in that moment and he knew something was wrong. “What is it?”
“I think you need to call Deaton.”
Both of them were thankful they decided to stay in their apartment until Stiles had the twins because Derek had enough trouble getting Stiles out of bed and down the road to Deaton’s office.
“They want to come out right now!” Stiles bellowed the second they stepped foot into Deaton’s office, clearly pained and distressed. “Derek promised me I wouldn’t have to shit them out, but at the rate this is going, I don’t know what other options I have!”
“Calm down,” Deaton said in his annoying soothing voice. “Just breathe and we’ll all get through this.” He laid Stiles out on a table out back and said, “Relax. You’re not going to have to push them out of you.”
“Are you cutting me open?” Stiles asked, now looking more distressed.
“We went over this, remember?” Deaton’s tone remained steady and unwavering and Stiles was suddenly jealous of the way he could remain calm in such a situation.
“All I can remember right now is that I want to get these out of me!” He had gotten huge by the end of it, bigger than any woman he’d seen. They all chalked it up to the fact that it was because he was having twins and he didn’t actually have the internal workings of a woman, which still had Stiles thinking of a million and one questions about how it happened in the first place.
~~~
The next thing Stiles can remember is waking up to Deaton and Derek and two blanket bundles that had to have his children in them.
“Are they ok?” was the first thing Stiles asked when he woke up.
“They’re perfect,” Derek answered, smiling at Stiles.
That made Stiles smile back, because Derek really had the most stunning smile he’d ever seen on anyone ever. It only made his stupidly perfectly handsome face even more stupidly perfect.
“Let me see.” Stiles sat up, pushing himself back onto the pillows so he could see better. When he saw their faces, he had to agree with Derek, they really were perfect… though they still looked a bit like squishy blobs and he had no idea what gender either of them were. He talked to them a little, telling them how wonderful they were, before then asking the gender.
“They’re both girls,” Derek told him.
They had had many conversations about names after their first one. They came to the decision that they would each name one of the twins, and that if there’d been a boy and a girl, Derek would name the boy and Stiles the girl. As it was, they each had a girl name picked out. He looked back into their faces and said, “This one is Winnie.” He was a big fan of Wonder Years reruns when he was younger.
Derek was still smiling and Stiles decided if Derek’s face could ever get stuck in one position, he’d want it to be that one, because he had a stunning smile. “That makes this one Evianna.” He told Stiles it was an old family name and explained the history behind it. Stiles thought it was a much more meaningful name than the one he picked, but Winnie was still an awesome name.
~~~
Twins, they soon found out, were a shitload of work. If one didn’t need something, the other seemed to. And Stiles was pretty sure they were already conspiring with one another against himself and Derek with their freaky twin telepathy.
It really didn’t take long for their personalities to really come through. Winnie clearly took after Stiles, all nonstop movement, head looking everywhere for something new and exciting, while Evianna was most definitely Derek’s daughter. She was very well behaved for a baby and could entertain herself with the simplest of toy for a long time, so long as she could stick in her mouth and chew on it.
Still, as well behaved as they were, they did still cry when they needed something. And this time, it was pretty obvious what Winnie needed.
“Where the hell have all the diapers gone?” Stiles asked, throwing onesies in the air in search of the package he swore was just there yesterday.
“Aren’t there more under the sink?” Derek asked. “I used all those ones earlier.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I used up everything under the sink, like, three days ago. Do we have anything left?”
“I’ll go to the store,” Derek offered.
“Ok, make it quick, because our kid is sitting in a pile of her own shi-” he trailed off, remembering they weren’t supposed to swear in front of their kids, “her own poop.”
Derek was pretty certain he set a world record for the fastest time to the store and back.
~~~
Everybody adored them. They were absolutely spoiled rotten, especially by Lydia. Every time she visited, she had a new toy for them to play with and would always ask, “So, when are they supposed to change?”
“Not everyone changes at the same time,” Derek answered.
“But it should be soon, right?”
“Maybe. It’s hard to say.”
“Which one do you think will change first? What are they going to be?” Her questions never really changed, though she would add in some new ones here and there.
“Winnie’s gonna change first, probably into a fox” Stiles answered during the current round of questioning. “She’s too antsy not to be,” he reasoned, knowing from experience.
~~~
Lydia and Allison were there when the first change happened. The twins were nine months at the time and it was Winnie that changed first. Completely on accident. She sneezed, which generally caused her to startle herself, only that time it was totally justifiable, considering she sprouted ears and a tail. Evianna proceeded to reach out and pull on said tail. The older girls were cooing over them.
Derek and Stiles were watching with great intent, Stiles alternating between looking right at them and through the screen of his phone at them as he began recording the event. He was set on the idea of having a lot of home movies to watch later.
Then Winnie sneezed again and suddenly, a tiny red fox kit with a pitch black tail was lying sprawled on the floor… still in a diaper.
That caused even further cooing from Lydia and Allison. When Allison began rubbing her belly, her tail went wild, tongue lolling out from her mouth. She clearly enjoyed all the attention.
However, Evianna did not like that her sister was getting all the attention. She didn’t know what Winnie did, though. She knew that it was her sister there, some instinct telling her just that, and she also knew that she could turn, too, but she didn’t know how. They had watched their daddies change (and, boy, if Stiles hadn’t been excited to finally fully shift again), but she didn’t know how they did it, either. It took all of her effort to focus on somehow being like her sister and daddies.
Both Derek and Stiles watched, their proud parent faces on, as Evianna controlled her change. It was really how they pictured it happening. Winnie turning first by accident while Evianna changed with purpose.
Soon, both girls were cooing over the gray wolf cub, too. As were Derek and Stiles. Stiles decided to put his phone down for a bit as he picked Evianna off the floor, scratching her between her ears.
Derek was fighting the urge to shift himself so he could be right there with Winnie on the floor. Instead, he picked her up, held her in his arms and smiled down at her before turning his smile over to Stiles.
“You know, my parents always told me my first change was just like Winnie’s. Only it wasn’t a sneeze that caused it,” Stiles informed them as he managed to pry Winnie out of Derek’s hands so he was now holding both of them, discovering that holding squirming cubs wasn’t quite as easy as a baby.
“I was told that I wanted to be just like my big sister Laura, so I figured out how to change pretty quickly,” Derek said.
Just as suddenly as she turned into a fox, right in Stiles’ arms she turned back. “Hey there. You did a great job shifting just now. You too, Evianna,” he said, wishing he could rub her belly. He then looked up and saw three pairs of smiling eyes on him. “What?”
“You look so happy,” Allison told him, getting him to reluctantly hand over Evianna so she could coo over her some more.
“You do,” Lydia agreed. “Think you want anymore?”
Stiles’ eyes widened. “Noooo,” he answered. “Not for a long time, anyway. Derek, we need to see Deaton about that magical birth control of his.”
“I don’t think we’d have the time or energy to make anymore for a while, even if we wanted to,” Derek muttered, which earned him chuckles from everyone present and put a blush on Stiles’ cheeks. He loved them with all his heart, but they were exhausting.
Once again, right in Stiles arms, Winnie shifted once more to her fox form and began wriggling to get down. Evianna did the same thing in Allison’s arms, so they both set them down and watched as they began to play with one another. Stiles moved over closer to Derek, wrapping an arm around him, feeling Derek’s arm go around him.
He had managed to go from the absolute shittiest time in his life to a time he couldn’t remember being happier. Ever since he met Derek again, he wouldn’t change a single thing about his life.
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he's watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason... but he still manages to find Derek.
Word Count: 11617
A/N: This is my first ever Sterek fic and I'm all kinds of nervous and excited and so many feelings all at once. And, yes, this title is from the song by the DeFranco family. Also, this one is for homo_pink, cuz without her, I wouldn't even know this fandom existed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Part 1
“Deaton, we have an issue,” Derek said as he entered the vet’s office, only to find that the man was dealing with a patient and its owner at the time.
“Derek, I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, giving him an odd smile, like he knew something Derek didn’t.
When he finished dealing with the owner of the cat he recently neutered, he gave Derek a smile and asked him and Stiles to join him in the back. “What can I help you with today?”
“I think I’m pregnant,” Stiles said. Derek just glared at him.
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re not the one that has a fetus growing inside you.”
“It wouldn’t even be a fetus at this point even if you were pregnant,” Derek muttered.
Deaton raised an eyebrow and looked between the two of them. “What makes you think that you’re pregnant, Stiles?” he asked.
“Derek’s an alpha now,” he said.
“I am aware of that,” Deaton said, not saying anything to Derek, who had a look on his face that asked ‘how do you know that?’
“And Derek told me that alphas can get other men pregnant. I don’t know how, I mean, it’s not like I have eggs. Right? I don’t, do I?”
Deaton ignored Stiles’ rambling and continued on with his questioning. “So, if I’m understanding correctly, you two are sleeping together. And the last time you had intercourse was…?”
“This morning,” Stiles answered. “It wasn’t until afterwards that I remembered that conversation Derek and I had after our first time-”
Derek cut Stiles off, “I really don’t think he needs to hear all of that. We just came to see you because I thought you could help,” he said.
“Well, I won’t be able to tell if he’s pregnant yet if you just had intercourse this morning, because you wouldn’t by all technical terms be pregnant yet. It takes days for the sperm to work its way up through-”
“But, it is true, then? I could actually end up carrying Derek’s wolf babies?” Stiles asked, cutting Deaton off from all the overly detailed descriptions of his inner workings, looking down at his flat stomach.
“They would likely be a wolf and fox mix, but, yes, you could,” Deaton answered with a sharp nod.
“And when will I be able to know for sure? When I start getting morning sickness?”
“I would say in a few weeks you could take a pregnancy test.”
Stiles sighed. “This is my life… might as well sign me up for ’16 and Pregnant.’ Can I even shift anymore?” he then asked. “And if I’m not, or even if I am, what am I supposed to do about, you know,” he pointed his thumb to Derek, “sex?”
“No, I wouldn’t recommend shifting, since you don’t know how your body would react. As for sex, I would say that, if the need arises, you should consider switching positions.” Derek actually blushed at that implication. “If it turns out that you are pregnant, then you can go back to doing things as you were before with no further risk of getting more pregnant. If you’re not, there’s something that I can give you that will prevent possible pregnancies.”
“Like a birth control pill against alpha sperm?” Stiles asked.
“Something like that,” Deaton agreed. “But for now, there’s really nothing I can do. If you do take the test and on the off chance it comes back positive, come back to see me and I’ll be able to help you.”
~~~
Stiles insisted that they stop at a drug store and buy several brands of pregnancy tests. Derek caved.
They barely even touched one another for a week aside from Derek spooning up against Stiles when they were in bed together. It was a huge change from before when they were fucking at least once a day.
At the end of that week, Stiles was itching to take a test and was also insanely horny. Derek was in the same predicament. While he was able to convince Stiles to hold off on taking the test, he wasn’t able to convince himself he’d be able to hold out on the sex for yet another week. It was about time that Stiles got to see what it was like on top, anyway. They had been together for some time now.
When they kissed and touched and stripped one another, all thoughts of those pregnancy tests left Stiles’ mind, the only thing he could think of was that he was going to fuck Derek so good. He pulled back, teeth pulling gently at Derek’s lower lip as he straddled Derek’s hips. “Do I have a knot, too?”
“I would think so,” Derek answered. He raised himself up enough to meet Stiles’ lips in a brief kiss. “Let’s find out.”
So they found out. He did.
~~~
Things were better between them after that, but Stiles really didn’t want to wait any longer. He wasn’t a patient person and the not knowing was killing him. He wanted to know so he could either get on with his life as it was, or start dealing with the fact that he was going to have a child. Derek’s child.
When the three week mark came, Stiles had never felt so nervous taking a piss. He didn’t even know if those things would work in this situation, hell, he still didn’t even know how a male pregnancy could work in the first place.
He paced around, test in hand, with Derek watching him, just as anxious. “Would you just stand still?”
“No,” Stiles answered. He didn’t think he could stand still or sit still or do anything still while he waited for the longest ten minutes of his life. He was much fonder of instant gratification.
Derek’s phone timer went off and he froze. He didn’t look at it before standing next to Derek. When he was next to the man, he lifted the results up and saw a blue plus sign, clear as day. “I want to take another one.”
“Why?” Derek asked. They had the results right there, after all.
“I heard these things are really inaccurate. I mean, maybe they gave me a false positive.”
“Ok,” Derek said, knowing it would result in another ten minutes of pacing on Stiles’ part. And Stiles also bought far more than a person could actually need, so he figured letting him indulge couldn’t hurt. And if another one came back positive, it would just be more confirmation to what they already suspected.
When Stiles went outside to take a leak against the side of the house, Derek could hear him muttering to himself, “Why can’t I piss? Did I piss out all my piss?”
“Just relax, Stiles,” Derek said to him.
“You try and relax knowing you have a wolf/fox hybrid growing inside you!”
~~~
Derek, Stiles and five pregnancy tests entered Deaton’s office later that day. They called ahead this time so they would hopefully not barge in on the vet with anyone.
“What can I help you with today?” he asked them.
Stiles took the liberty of dumping all five pregnancy tests onto Deaton’s front desk. “Is there some magical test I can take?”
“Was there a problem with these?” he raised a brow and looked to Derek.
“He wanted to do best three out of five when the third one he took came back negative.”
“So, four were positive?” Stiles nodded. “What do you need another test for, then?”
“Well, I just want to know that Derek’s super jizz isn’t, you know, affecting these tests in any way. I really just want to know for sure,” Stiles answered. “I know four of five say yes, but I don’t want to…” he trailed off, realizing how mushy it would sound if he went on saying that he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was an eighteen year old boy, he shouldn’t want to be pregnant, shouldn’t actually be pregnant at all, but at that moment, he had nothing else in his life but Derek. And Derek had no family, either. It was just the two of them. “I just want to know for sure,” he reiterated.
“I don’t think the fact that the both of you are shifters will make any difference on the results of the tests,” Deaton told them. “However, I may be able to help you get your definitive answer.”
~~~
When they left the office, Stiles was once again holding all five pregnancy tests, and had an expression Derek had never seen on his face before. “Holy fuck, I’m pregnant. We’re going to be dads.”
“Shit. We’re going to be dads,” Derek repeated, letting the words sink in.
“You’re gonna have to fix up that shithole we’re living in, for the record. Either that, or we’re moving,” Stiles told him as they got into Derek’s car. “And, honestly, I’d rather not move.”
“Me, either.”
“Looks like you’ve got a project on your hands.”
“And how about you?” Derek asked. “You’re a perfectly capable young man.”
“One who’s also pregnant.”
“It’s been three weeks, Stiles; it’s not like your gut is sticking two feet out and you’re waddling like a penguin.
“But we don’t know how pregnancy affects men, do we? I probably need a lot of bed rest, which, I feel, would include my directing you in a remodeling of the house.”
Derek just glared.
~~~
About three weeks after Stiles received his confirmation as to whether or not he was pregnant, he started to feel nauseous even before properly waking up. He barely even rolled over to the edge of the bed before heaving up the contents of his stomach. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned before it happened again.
Beside him, Derek could sense that Stiles wasn’t well, and there was also a stench to the air that suggested… “Are you ok?” Derek asked, sitting bolt upright before placing a hand on Stiles’ back.
“I think I have morning sickness… all over your floor.”
“Wonderful.”
After Stiles’ stomach settled and they cleaned everything up, they made the decision that they needed to find a better place to live while Derek began the house renovation. Somewhere that had a toilet that wouldn’t be too far from Stiles and was close to Deaton for when they needed to go see him, since there was absolutely no way they could see a doctor about the issue.
~~~
They were able to find a decent enough place to rent out for the time being. Derek and Stiles were able to walk down the street for Stiles’ first ultrasound.
Which brought about some additional complications.
“Well, that is unexpected,” Deaton said.
“What? What’s unexpected?” Stiles asked, looking at Deaton. Was something wrong? Was the baby some mutant with a human head and wolf body? Every bad scenario was going through Stiles’ head in the brief moment between Deaton’s initial statement and his answer.
“Though I suppose it shouldn’t have been,” he mused, considering the screen again.
“What?!” Stiles exclaimed, now feeling nervous, and he didn’t handle nerves very well.
“You’re having twins.”
~~~
“So, we’re having twins,” Stiles said for what felt like the millionth time since finding out.
“You’re lucky you’re not having quintuplets.”
“That means we’re gonna need twice as many names,” Stiles went on, ignoring Derek’s comment.
“What sort of names did you have in mind?” Derek asked.
“I dunno,” he answered. “I was hoping you’d have some ideas.”
“We could always name one Derek Jr.,” he suggested.
“No. There will be none of that. What about… George or William or Barry-”
“No,” Derek said, cutting off Stiles’ list. “I’m not dealing with any Der Bar jokes.” So, that was now two names off the list. Three if they counted Stiles’ birth name, which was never on the table to begin with.
“Ok, what about girl names, then? Do you have anything in mind for that? I mean, we could have two girls in here.”
“Uhh, Emily? Patricia?”
“Boring,” Stiles said. “You can’t think of anything more creative than that?”
“Says the guy who listed off the name George.”
“Yeah, well, those weren’t really suggestions… what’s their last name gonna be, anyway?” Stiles then asked, something neither of them had brought up.
“I guess I was just thinking it’d be Hale,” Derek answered truthfully.
“See, I was thinking it’d be Stilinski since I’m the one carrying them around.”
“More names would sound better with Hale,” Derek added.
“Stilinski-Hale it is.”
“Have any ideas for first names yet?” Derek asked.
“We have loads of time to pick a name,” Stiles said.
“That’s a no.”
“We’ll think of something. Somethings. We kinda have to.” At that point, Stiles began thinking of all the shows he watched when he was younger, listing off various names. “I mean, there’s Topanga, Cory, Shawn, Clarissa, Sabrina, Rocko-”
“Rocko? The kangaroo?”
“He was a wallaby, thank you very much.” He then goes on to list some more names, “Kevin, Winnie, Doug, Tommy, Chucky, Angelica, Phil, Lil, Tommy-”
“You already said Tommy,” Derek pointed out.
“This is a different Tommy,” Stiles replied and then continued with, “Kimberly, Trini, Zachary, Billy, Jason…”
The list of names goes on and on until Stiles finally exhausted his list of TV shows, which included the Ninja Turtles, stating that Michelangelo was an actual person’s name. He then moved to movies. How Stiles figured any name he listed from Harry Potter was appropriate, he didn’t know.
However, Derek was patient and would occasionally nod at a name he approved of. They made it to a more exclusive list that they planned on narrowing down even further as Stiles progressed in his pregnancy.
~~~
Two months after the first ultrasound, Derek and Stiles were working on the house, which had been torn down and was getting rebuilt. Derek could see how antsy Stiles was and asked him what was wrong.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve shifted?” he asked. “I’ve never gone this long without shifting.” Deaton had told him not to, since neither of them knew how it would affect the twins, especially since his body would be so much smaller as a fox.
Derek nodded. He could get antsy, too, when he didn’t let his wolf come out every once in a while. “Can you partially shift?” He could get his fangs and claws to come out without turning into a full blown wolf.
“I have no idea,” Stiles said to him.
“Try. Focus on changing something, your ears maybe.”
So Stiles focused on the shift, not wanting to change completely, but enough that he… “I did it!” he said, brushing his fingers through the bushy tail that he grew. “I never knew how soft this was.”
~~~
Upon arriving home that night after a long day of Project: Rebuild Hale House, Stiles was still pretty antsy. “Are you still looking to shift?” Derek asked him.
“No,” Stiles answered. “I’m really horny.”
“Oh. That shouldn’t be too hard a problem to solve,” Derek said with a little smirk.
“I concur,” Stiles replied, already walking towards Derek. They kissed and Derek hefted Stiles up, holding him up while Stiles’ legs wrapped around his waist. Like that, they walked to the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.
Clothes began to disperse around the room until both of them were naked and Derek was staring down at Stiles’ body. His eyes became fixated on one place pretty quickly. He then reached out a hand to touch, palm lying flat over the slight bump that he just now discovered on Stiles’ stomach.
Stiles raised his head and took in the look of awe on Derek’s face. He smiled, but he really was horny. “You can admire the baby bump later, I just really need a dick in me right now. You’ll have the entire after glow to touch it. Please, Derek.”
After prepping Stiles, stretching him with his fingers for what felt like even more time he took than for their first time, Derek finally began pushing his cock into Stiles. He pulled back slowly before gently thrusting forward.
“I won’t break. Neither will they,” Stiles said, putting Derek’s hand back on his stomach. “So, please fuck me before I have an emotional meltdown about how you don’t want me anymore because I’m getting fat.”
Though he was hesitant at first, Derek began to pick up the pace until they were finally back into their usual fast and hard rhythm, which had Stiles begging and pleading and moaning.
When Derek’s knot swelled up and both of them had come, they rolled themselves over. “Ok, now you can look all you want,” Stiles said.
“I had no idea you were starting to show,” Derek told him.
“To be fair, it’s not that noticeable under my clothes. Oh, fuck dude, what am I supposed to do when I’m really out there? I can’t buy maternity clothes!” He dropped his head forward against Derek’s chest.
One of Derek’s hands rested against his back, fingers drumming lightly against the skin. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Am I gonna have to go on a Goodwill shopping spree to buy cheap XXL clothing?” Stiles asked.
“Maybe?”
~~~
Stiles was pretty consistently horny after that. He was pretty sure that they were fucking even more often than before Stiles got pregnant. It was in the aftermath, Stiles in his usual straddling position, that he asked, “So, Derek… I know you’ve gone and shown me the practical application of the knot, but… does this happen every time?” He didn’t mind it, not at all, but he was curious, because they couldn’t do quickies if that was the case.
Derek actually blushed. He didn’t blush often, but Stiles quite liked it when he did. “No. It only happens,” he paused, meeting Stiles’ eyes with his own, “when you find your mate. Wolves, you know, they mate for life, so… when you find your mate, instinct tells you to breed with them, hence the knot. If you don’t like it, I mean, I could pull out before-”
“So, what you’re saying is that I’m your mate? For life?” Stiles asked, interrupting Derek because there was no way he wasn’t going to feel Derek come inside of him. “Not just circumstances made us stay together, but actual for life mates?”
“Yeah.” Derek tried to seem cool, calm and collected about that little revelation, but even he had the beginnings of a smile on his face.
Stiles smiled a whole lot bigger.
“How come you never mentioned that to me, though?” he asked a bit later.
“I didn’t know if you’d actually want… I mean, you’re so young still and I didn’t know if maybe…”
“I know I’ve told you many times before, but I’m going to remind you that you are a big, fat dumbass.” He leaned forward, still smiling saying, “I love you and your dumb ass,” then giving Derek a kiss.
~~~
As the days and weeks and months went past, Stiles grew steadily bigger and exponentially more emotional. “Why the fuck do women do this to themselves?” he asked as he and Derek entered Deaton’s office for one of his checkups.
“No idea,” he answered.
“Jesus Christ,” Stiles muttered, holding his belly as he swore he felt the twins starting a goddamn chorus line in there.
Deaton assured them that they were progressing along nicely and were developing as they should. “How’s the project on your house coming along?” he asked them as he poked at Stiles’ here and there.
They told him that he was really all starting to fall into place, that most of the house was done, as Derek had found them a great construction company for the project. There was just furniture left to buy and rooms to paint at this point. That seemed to put Stiles into a better mood than when he first walked into the building. Sitting down probably helped, too.
~~~
When Stiles was a month away from his due date, his friends threw him a shower. Derek told him that he was bringing them over to the house in the preserve to show off the progress they’d made. There were all kinds of scents coming from the house; there was Derek, fresh wood, paint, cigarette butts and the lingering smell of the construction crew and also some very strong scents of the pack.
He had no idea that they would all be there with gifts for him and the twins, though. His sense of smell had been kinda wonky since he became pregnant; some scents seemed much stronger while others were weaker and less distinguishable. Derek escorted him through the front door and Stiles was shocked at the sight of their little pack.
They all knew that he was pregnant, and Allison’s friend Lydia was especially fascinated with the whole thing. She was the first one to go over and congratulate him and explain to him the little surprise shower.
Suddenly Stiles was overcome with emotion. Ever since he lost his father, he didn’t think he’d ever have anything remotely like a family again. And then he found Derek and learned his story and found friends and a pack and was starting a family of his own, albeit a highly unconventional one.
Derek wasn’t sure what to do about the tears. Stiles had cried here and there, sure, but it was never with other people present. Generally Derek would try and distract him with sex, which probably wouldn’t be ok in their current situation.
Allison decided to step in, grabbing the tray full of various sandwiches and bringing them over to Stiles. “Hey, we have some sandwiches. Want one?”
Stiles’ consumption of the egg salad sandwich was the signal for everyone else to begin eating, and the man calmed down soon enough, everyone pretending it never actually happened, at least until Stiles made a joke when he began opening presents, promising not to break down or anything.
They received a whole lot of diapers, which Stiles made into a neatly stacked pyramid, a few neutral colored onesies since they opted to not find out the sex of the babies until they were born. There were also a several gift cards with generous amounts on them to Babies ‘R’ Us and Wal-Mart. There might not have been a lot of people there, but the fact that they had done anything for him at all meant the world to him. “Thank you all so much,” he said. “It means a lot to us. These will probably be gone within the first week, though, since we’ll be going through them twice as fast.” That got a chuckle, then he went on saying, “Now, we should have cake. Let’s have cake. I could smell it when I got in here and I’ve wanted it ever since, and you can’t deny a pregnant man cake.”
So, they all ate cake and Stiles got through the party without breaking into tears again.
When everyone left, Derek and Stiles sat on the couch in the middle of their newly renovated living room, Stiles eating another piece of cake and looking at the stack of gifts they’d received. “You knew about this?”
“Yeah. It was Lydia’s idea and she told me all the details and… yeah.”
“That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me,” Stiles said, feeling himself getting emotional again.
“They’re your friends, Stiles. They’re our pack, of course they’ll be there for you,” Derek told him, really hoping there’d be no tears. He didn’t handle tears well, as earlier situations had proven.
“They didn’t have to do that, though. I mean, they had everything! Gifts and sandwiches and cake! They had cake!” he repeated, waving his half eaten piece in front of Derek’s face.
“What party isn’t complete without cake?” Derek asked, hoping that Stiles was thoroughly distracted by the cake he’d gone back to devouring.
~~~
At exactly 5:39 AM three full weeks after the shower, Stiles woke up to sharp stomach pains like he’d never felt. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, shaking Derek awake.
Derek was highly disoriented, but could sense the discomfort Stiles was feeling in that moment and he knew something was wrong. “What is it?”
“I think you need to call Deaton.”
Both of them were thankful they decided to stay in their apartment until Stiles had the twins because Derek had enough trouble getting Stiles out of bed and down the road to Deaton’s office.
“They want to come out right now!” Stiles bellowed the second they stepped foot into Deaton’s office, clearly pained and distressed. “Derek promised me I wouldn’t have to shit them out, but at the rate this is going, I don’t know what other options I have!”
“Calm down,” Deaton said in his annoying soothing voice. “Just breathe and we’ll all get through this.” He laid Stiles out on a table out back and said, “Relax. You’re not going to have to push them out of you.”
“Are you cutting me open?” Stiles asked, now looking more distressed.
“We went over this, remember?” Deaton’s tone remained steady and unwavering and Stiles was suddenly jealous of the way he could remain calm in such a situation.
“All I can remember right now is that I want to get these out of me!” He had gotten huge by the end of it, bigger than any woman he’d seen. They all chalked it up to the fact that it was because he was having twins and he didn’t actually have the internal workings of a woman, which still had Stiles thinking of a million and one questions about how it happened in the first place.
~~~
The next thing Stiles can remember is waking up to Deaton and Derek and two blanket bundles that had to have his children in them.
“Are they ok?” was the first thing Stiles asked when he woke up.
“They’re perfect,” Derek answered, smiling at Stiles.
That made Stiles smile back, because Derek really had the most stunning smile he’d ever seen on anyone ever. It only made his stupidly perfectly handsome face even more stupidly perfect.
“Let me see.” Stiles sat up, pushing himself back onto the pillows so he could see better. When he saw their faces, he had to agree with Derek, they really were perfect… though they still looked a bit like squishy blobs and he had no idea what gender either of them were. He talked to them a little, telling them how wonderful they were, before then asking the gender.
“They’re both girls,” Derek told him.
They had had many conversations about names after their first one. They came to the decision that they would each name one of the twins, and that if there’d been a boy and a girl, Derek would name the boy and Stiles the girl. As it was, they each had a girl name picked out. He looked back into their faces and said, “This one is Winnie.” He was a big fan of Wonder Years reruns when he was younger.
Derek was still smiling and Stiles decided if Derek’s face could ever get stuck in one position, he’d want it to be that one, because he had a stunning smile. “That makes this one Evianna.” He told Stiles it was an old family name and explained the history behind it. Stiles thought it was a much more meaningful name than the one he picked, but Winnie was still an awesome name.
~~~
Twins, they soon found out, were a shitload of work. If one didn’t need something, the other seemed to. And Stiles was pretty sure they were already conspiring with one another against himself and Derek with their freaky twin telepathy.
It really didn’t take long for their personalities to really come through. Winnie clearly took after Stiles, all nonstop movement, head looking everywhere for something new and exciting, while Evianna was most definitely Derek’s daughter. She was very well behaved for a baby and could entertain herself with the simplest of toy for a long time, so long as she could stick in her mouth and chew on it.
Still, as well behaved as they were, they did still cry when they needed something. And this time, it was pretty obvious what Winnie needed.
“Where the hell have all the diapers gone?” Stiles asked, throwing onesies in the air in search of the package he swore was just there yesterday.
“Aren’t there more under the sink?” Derek asked. “I used all those ones earlier.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I used up everything under the sink, like, three days ago. Do we have anything left?”
“I’ll go to the store,” Derek offered.
“Ok, make it quick, because our kid is sitting in a pile of her own shi-” he trailed off, remembering they weren’t supposed to swear in front of their kids, “her own poop.”
Derek was pretty certain he set a world record for the fastest time to the store and back.
~~~
Everybody adored them. They were absolutely spoiled rotten, especially by Lydia. Every time she visited, she had a new toy for them to play with and would always ask, “So, when are they supposed to change?”
“Not everyone changes at the same time,” Derek answered.
“But it should be soon, right?”
“Maybe. It’s hard to say.”
“Which one do you think will change first? What are they going to be?” Her questions never really changed, though she would add in some new ones here and there.
“Winnie’s gonna change first, probably into a fox” Stiles answered during the current round of questioning. “She’s too antsy not to be,” he reasoned, knowing from experience.
~~~
Lydia and Allison were there when the first change happened. The twins were nine months at the time and it was Winnie that changed first. Completely on accident. She sneezed, which generally caused her to startle herself, only that time it was totally justifiable, considering she sprouted ears and a tail. Evianna proceeded to reach out and pull on said tail. The older girls were cooing over them.
Derek and Stiles were watching with great intent, Stiles alternating between looking right at them and through the screen of his phone at them as he began recording the event. He was set on the idea of having a lot of home movies to watch later.
Then Winnie sneezed again and suddenly, a tiny red fox kit with a pitch black tail was lying sprawled on the floor… still in a diaper.
That caused even further cooing from Lydia and Allison. When Allison began rubbing her belly, her tail went wild, tongue lolling out from her mouth. She clearly enjoyed all the attention.
However, Evianna did not like that her sister was getting all the attention. She didn’t know what Winnie did, though. She knew that it was her sister there, some instinct telling her just that, and she also knew that she could turn, too, but she didn’t know how. They had watched their daddies change (and, boy, if Stiles hadn’t been excited to finally fully shift again), but she didn’t know how they did it, either. It took all of her effort to focus on somehow being like her sister and daddies.
Both Derek and Stiles watched, their proud parent faces on, as Evianna controlled her change. It was really how they pictured it happening. Winnie turning first by accident while Evianna changed with purpose.
Soon, both girls were cooing over the gray wolf cub, too. As were Derek and Stiles. Stiles decided to put his phone down for a bit as he picked Evianna off the floor, scratching her between her ears.
Derek was fighting the urge to shift himself so he could be right there with Winnie on the floor. Instead, he picked her up, held her in his arms and smiled down at her before turning his smile over to Stiles.
“You know, my parents always told me my first change was just like Winnie’s. Only it wasn’t a sneeze that caused it,” Stiles informed them as he managed to pry Winnie out of Derek’s hands so he was now holding both of them, discovering that holding squirming cubs wasn’t quite as easy as a baby.
“I was told that I wanted to be just like my big sister Laura, so I figured out how to change pretty quickly,” Derek said.
Just as suddenly as she turned into a fox, right in Stiles’ arms she turned back. “Hey there. You did a great job shifting just now. You too, Evianna,” he said, wishing he could rub her belly. He then looked up and saw three pairs of smiling eyes on him. “What?”
“You look so happy,” Allison told him, getting him to reluctantly hand over Evianna so she could coo over her some more.
“You do,” Lydia agreed. “Think you want anymore?”
Stiles’ eyes widened. “Noooo,” he answered. “Not for a long time, anyway. Derek, we need to see Deaton about that magical birth control of his.”
“I don’t think we’d have the time or energy to make anymore for a while, even if we wanted to,” Derek muttered, which earned him chuckles from everyone present and put a blush on Stiles’ cheeks. He loved them with all his heart, but they were exhausting.
Once again, right in Stiles arms, Winnie shifted once more to her fox form and began wriggling to get down. Evianna did the same thing in Allison’s arms, so they both set them down and watched as they began to play with one another. Stiles moved over closer to Derek, wrapping an arm around him, feeling Derek’s arm go around him.
He had managed to go from the absolute shittiest time in his life to a time he couldn’t remember being happier. Ever since he met Derek again, he wouldn’t change a single thing about his life.