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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Dresden_Files_-_Jim_Butcher, Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Teen_Wolf_Cast
  Additional Tags:
      Magical_Stiles_Stilinski, Alpha_Derek, Alpha_Scott, Werewolf_Pretty_Much
      Everyone, Banshee_Lydia_Martin, Derek_and_Stiles_are_Mates, Pack_Feels,
      Pack_Dynamics, non-graphic_references_to_non-con, Werewolf_Culture,
      Mpreg, Angst_and_Humor, Fluff_and_Smut, Domestic, Alternate_Universe_-
      Fusion, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence
  Series:
      Part 5 of Mandarin
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-28 Words: 4667
****** Orange if it's a Boy, Orange if its a Girl ******
by GreenasCole
Summary
     One month after the events of The Thin Orange Line Derek finally
     tells Stiles about his...condition.
     It's not totally unprecedented; it's just that no one has ever
     survived it before.
     Deaton turns out to have terrible beside manner.
Notes
     Oh look, more. I've taken wild creative liberties with his short, to
     the point where the tropes I've included get a little untropified.
     Whatever, it's super weird but I think it's fun.
     TRIGGER WARNING
     The is a seriously dark recounting of violent chapter in werewolf
     history that involves some seriously messed up non-con, kidnapping,
     mpreg, and murder. It's not described in detail but I'm including
     fair warning anyway.
     Also, don't worry if the summary was too dire sounding, it's just a
     hook. I promise Derek will be fine. Eventually.
See the end of the work for more notes
It only took a couple of days for Derek to be sure but he told himself it was
better to wait until after the next Full Moon to be really sure. Fortunately,
things were so chaotic rebuilding the manor, settling the new pack members in,
and dealing with the influx of Unseelie Fae in the wake of Stiles’s insane
bargain with the Leanansidhe that nobody noticed his strength steadily waning.
The only hiccough came when Stiles brought up his flash of panic when they’d
slept together the night they faced down the Darach and the Alphas, but it was
all too easy to distract a teenage libido. The effort of shifting into his
Alpha shape during the third night of the Full Moon nearly made him black out
but it was worth it. Monthly runs with a complete pack were always a heady
experience but running behind Stiles when the Loup-Garou took over was on
another level entirely. Collectively the pack was enough to anchor the powerful
beast and allow enough of Stiles to remain that he didn’t go on a rampage
through the town, and the reciprocal effect of all that power pouring out of
him into pack was a rush they’d never imagined. The feeling of gravity pulling
them together was so strong that even the three new wolves stayed more or less
in line.
When he woke up the next morning and found he couldn’t shift at all he knew he
couldn’t put it off any longer.
“Why do we need to talk to Deaton?” Stiles asked for the umpteenth time as they
walked into the clinic after hours.”
“Because there’s something we need to talk about and I’m afraid I’ll freak you
out by not explaining it properly.”
“Right, because saying that has totally put me at ease.”
“Derek, Stiles,” Deaton greeted, “Please come on back.”
Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles’s flourished after you and followed the vet.
“Now will someone tell me what this is all about?”
“What do you know about the Curse of the Loup-Garou?” Deaton began.
“That…if you look it up in the dictionary you’ll find a picture of me?”
He laughed at his mate in spite of himself. “This is serious, Stiles.”
“Very,” Deaton agreed.
“Fine, fine. Let’s see…giant demon wolf, three nights of the Full Moon, immune
to mental magic, only injured and killed by silver inherited from previous
generations…I think that pretty much covers it.”
Deaton nodded. “You only left out one thing, and it relates to the last point.”
“The inherited silver thing?” Stiles mulled it over for a minute. “Oh! That’s
right. The line of the Loup-Garou will never fail, but I don’t see how that
applies…to…me…” Stiles trailed off into stunned silence when he noticed the
ultrasound machine.
“Stiles? Stiles?” Derek waved his hand in front his mate’s face. Nothing. “I
think we broke him.”
“Give him a minute.”
It only took about thirty seconds. “What the fuck!? Are you worried I’m
pregnant with magical demon wolf man babies!?”
“Calm down,” he admonished.
“Calm down!? Is this why we’ve been getting weirdly tender in bed over the last
month instead throwing each other up against the nearest convenient surface and
shaking dust out of the rafters?”
Deaton’s pained expression was something to be treasured. “Stiles, it’s not
you, it’s Derek.”
“Derek?” Stiles rushed to his side and wrapped him in a bone crushing hug he
wasn’t really strong enough to endure comfortably at the moment. “I’m so
sorry.”
“Relax, we can handle this.”
Stiles laughed hysterically. “Sure. We already have a whole pack what’s one
more fuzzy little mouth to feed?”
Deaton cleared his throat. “Two most likely.”
“Two!?” Stiles wailed staring at Derek’s stomach like he was trying to figure
out how two babies were going to fit in there. A concern he shared honestly.
“Why didn’t I know this was possible?   I’ve read everything I could find on
werewolf physiology. How is it this was never mentioned anywhere?”
“Because it’s not a physiological phenomenon, it’s the result of a Dark
Ritual,” the vet explained patiently.
“That’s even worse! Magic is supposed to be my thing…wait, Dark Ritual. I don’t
recall performing Evil Buttspawn mojo on Derek!”
“Can we please never, ever call it that again?” he begged.
“Why aren’t you freaking out?” Stiles looked absolutely betrayed by his lack of
histrionics.
“I had some time to adjust to the idea.” Truthfully the only reason the pack
bonds hadn’t been lighting up with his terror at first was because it took more
than a week for the shock to wear off.
“Oh, and you didn’t think I deserved the same time? Never mind, we’ll talk
about that later. Let’s get back to the how the hell did this happen part. Even
if it’s a ritual there should have been at least an oblique reference in my
books.”
Derek couldn’t keep the grim expression off his face. “There are some things
that even werewolves can’t bring themselves to keep a written record of.”
“Is this really such a bad thing?” Stiles asked quietly.
“Derek will most likely come through this without any permanent effects,”
Deaton reassured him. “Historically however…are you sure you want to know this?
If you want we can drop the subject here and now and you and Derek can move on
to color schemes for the nursery.”
“Oh my God, he made a joke. Deaton made a joke. No, if it’s so horrible Yoda
here is trying to lighten the mood I have to know. I did this somehow…”
“Shh,” he said rubbing the back of Stiles’s neck. “I’m going to be fine and
we’re going to have a…a family.” It was harder to say out loud than he’d
expected. Part of him was over the moon at the idea, but the scared sixteen
year old that lost almost everyone he’d ever loved wanted to run away and hide
and that part of him was still hanging on to life. “Deaton?” he asked, pulling
Stiles’s back to his front so he could wrap his arms around his mate to comfort
him during what was going to be an unpleasant tale.
The vet nodded and began. Derek suspected the druid was lacing his pleasant
tenor with subtle suggestion of peace. If so he was grateful as Stiles relaxed
into him.
“Around a thousand years ago werewolves were much more common per capita in
some parts of the world, especially the more unstable regions of Northern
Europe. You see werewolves and other supernatural beings had a significant
advantage over humans when it came to enduring the harsh winters and natural
occurrences such as famines and plagues, and of course were unparalleled game
hunters. At one point huge areas of the old forests were populated entirely by
packs. Eventually, their numbers grew so great that they ran out of territory
and resources. For a time they supplemented what little they had by raiding the
neighboring human settlements. As a result the first generation of Hunter Clans
as we know them today was born, among other less savory traditions. Facing a
real martial threat for the first time in their history, the wolves channeled
their natural aggression into becoming more aggressive and warlike. It ended in
a draw. Unable to get the resources they’d come to rely on from humans they
turned on each other, beginning the darkest and bloodiest period in the history
of the species.”
Deaton paused there for a moment but Stiles spoke up before the man could ask.
“It’s okay, go on.” Derek could still feel small tremors in his mate’s limbs
but supernatural intrigue was Stiles Kryptonite. He was hooked.
"The packs were not the only ones affected by the chaos. As you’ve seen we
emissaries are not always protected by our neutrality. Over time those that
guided the Northern packs began to pursue a more aggressive philosophy of
Balance. The most vulnerable time for a pack was immediately after a victory
over a rival so a ritual was created to help preserve the strength of the
defeated pack. Male Betas that refused to submit to a new Alpha would be kept
alive. The specifics of the ritual itself have been either forgotten or
purposefully lost. What we do know is that the key element was that the old
Alpha or Alphas had to die at the hands of the new. On the next Full Moon the
Dark Magic of the emissaries would transmute the inseminating Alpha’s seed so
that it could survive and grow without a womb. The process always yielded twin
males. As the offspring grew they drew on the host’s power, suborning the
healing ability. When the offspring were fully mature the Alpha that fathered
them would deliver them with his claws. The hosts, drained of power and weak
from captivity, quickly died. The children themselves were very powerful, each
born with nearly the strength of an Alpha individually. As you know from
experience werewolves take blood vendettas very seriously. As a result of this
practice the different clans became hopelessly entangled until the packs began
to disintegrate, torn apart from within by an ever growing mountain of grudges.
This was the origin of the symbol for revenge: the outward growing counter-
clockwise spiral, signifying that vengeance never ends and though it will grow
limitlessly against nature and reason if left unchecked, it always returns to
its plane of origin.”
“That is one bedtime story we are not telling our kids.” Derek groaned and
buried his face in Stiles’s neck. “Also, nothing in that reassured me that my
demon spawn is not going devour my mate from the inside like one of those
things fromAliens!”
“It’s different because your situation is unique. In the past this was done to
captive Betas, Omegas essentially, not Alphas heading strong packs of their
own. Furthermore, you, Derek, and Scott share a single well of power. After the
delivery he’ll be able to bounce back immediately. In the meantime you will
need to be cautious however, if he’s injured his body will look after the
infants first, potentially to exclusion.”
“Why did you have to tell him that?” Derek moaned.
“Too late, Mom. I have a whole pack full of merry helpers that are to make sure
you don’t do anything more dangerous than watching the Discovery Channel for
the next…”
“Six months or so,” Deaton filled in.
“Six months or so. Capisce?”
“We’ll see.”
Deaton must have sensed Stiles’s relief and naturally had to ruin it. “There is
one thing that concerns me.”
“Hey, Derek, do you hear that? It sounds like the other shoe. Dropping!”
“It’s not about Derek but the children themselves.”
“You mean they might not be…healthy?” Stiles asked squeezing Derek’s wrists so
hard they were in danger of breaking. And Stiles had called him the Mom. Talk
about a fast turnaround.
“It’s more that I’m not sure precisely what they’ll be. Mortal Magic, Alpha
Power, and Sidhe sorcery have never combined like this before. As I said before
they’ll be fed by the hybridized well of power you share, which is connected
through you to the Leyline Confluence.”
“You have no idea at all?” Derek asked.
“Whatever they turn out to be I can tell you one thing: they will be powerful.
Now, hop up on the table and let’s take a look.”
 
The ultrasound was the most surreal part of the experience for Derek, at least
until he heard their heartbeats for the first time.
 
“So how will this compare with, you know, an actual pregnancy?” Stiles asked.
“I’m guessing there’s no book called What to Expect When You’re Expecting First
of Their Kind Uber-Magic Babies.”
“Not to my knowledge, but I’ll keep a look out,” Deaton drawled. “Actually
there won’t be much similarity with a typical pregnancy, since Derek isn’t
actually a woman.”
“Oh, you noticed?   That gel is cold. And by the way, I’m introducing a
lifetime ban on the word inseminate.”
Deaton went on as though impervious to sarcasm. “You won’t have to worry about
any of the symptoms related to hormonal changes. While you will probably
experience some discomfort as the developing fetuses displace your internal
organs, between your bond to your pack and the enchantments wound into the
Manor it shouldn’t be anything you can’t handle. And of course your appetite
will increase dramatically. Given your…encyclopedic familiarity with pain and
injury I doubt you’ll even notice. Hello there,” Deaton said getting the wand
into right position. “Stiles, Derek, take a look at your children.”
He heard the humming beats of their tiny hearts and suddenly it became real for
him, undeniably, wonderfully, terrifyingly real.
“Hey little guys,” Stiles cooed.
“Interesting,” Deaton murmured.
Stiles looked like he was about to slap the man. “Are you trying to get bitch-
slapped?” He knew his mate so well.
“I’m not picking up two heartbeats.”
“There’s just one?” It might have been Derek’s imagination but Stiles sounded
disappointed.
“Eight, two for each Alpha sacrificed.”
“WHAT!?” they both yelled, Derek’s full body spasm knocking the wand out of
position.
“Kidding,” Deaton said with a shit-eating grin.
“Ha. Ha ha ha. Ha. You made a funny, Doc,” Stiles said with a murderous
expression on his face. “Get it? Kid-ding?”
“You’re having triplets. I’d say that’s unprecedented but such seems to be the
norm for you.”
“Triplets!” Stiles squeaked, vibrating with giddiness.
Derek sat up on the table and pulled Stiles between his legs. “Love you,” he
said giving him a quick kiss.
“Love you too, Daddy.”
“Red Notebook, Stiles. Red Notebook.”
Stiles winced. “You’re right. We’ll have to work out the parental pet names
later.”
“Not that it will matter once we tell the pack. I’m sure they’ll have lots of
colorful…what’s the word…epithets.”
“Oh God, the pack. Any chance we can keep this secret until after the birth?”
“Doubtful,” Deaton replied. “Although I would suggest constructing a glamour to
hide Derek’s condition from the eyes of those outside the pack.”
“I started mapping out the formulae in my head during Doc Deaton’s Scary
Tales.”
Derek sighed and gave Stiles another quick peck. “It’s time to face the music.”
 
 
It went about as well as he expected. No amount of stealth or illusion magic
could keep secrets between members of a pack. When they got home all of their
wolves were arrayed in the den waiting to grill them about their would be
clandestine visit to Deaton’s
 
“I knocked up Derek,” Stiles blurted by way of opening.
Derek groaned, imagining life raising three cubs with Stiles’s ADHD and
pathological lack of a brain-mouth filter.
“I’m going to be an Uncle!?” Scott crowed without missing a beat.
“Way to zero in on the important detail, McCall,” Jackson snickered.
The Sheriff looked caught somewhere between amusement and sheer horror. “Son,
when you say “knocked up”…”
“Yeah,” Isaac continued with an overblown leer, “Is there something you’ve been
meaning to tell us, Derek?”
“Derek is all man-wolf,” Stiles defended.
“We know,” Jackson grumbled. “You two forgot to close your bedroom door three
times last week.”
“You’re just jealous because your balls are as blue as your eyes,” Erica said
from her perch on Boyd’s lap, ever the poet.
Danny tried and failed to look offended on his best friend’s behalf. Ethan had
no such compunction and buried his face in his mate’s shoulder to muffle his
laughter.
Jackson scowled at all of them, eyes flicking wistfully at Lydia and testily at
Aidan. The three of them had a whole couch to themselves, the boys literally at
her arm’s length, because nobody in the pack was dumb enough to jump in the
middle of that mess. When the banshee saw Aidan sneer back at her ex, Derek saw
a light bulb click on over her head. From the wicked smirk she turned on both
Betas, he could tell really didn’t want to know what thought had just occurred
to her.
“Okay, someone please explain this to me because I don’t recall covering this
in nursing school.”
“That’s not surprising, Melissa,” Argent said grimly. “Stiles, I think I’ve
been exceptionally open minded and trusting with you, Scott, and Derek, but
this?” Derek braced himself, wishing he had claws and fangs to remind the ex-
Hunter turned werewolf of his place. “Dark Rituals like this are an Abomin…”
The man didn’t even get the whole word out before he was buried under every
throwable object within reach of the rest of the pack, including several pieces
of furniture.
“Tough luck Red State,” Stiles quipped. “Besides, we didn’t do this on purpose.
It was a totally unforeseeable and in no way our fault combination of the Full
Moon, Loup-Garou super sperm, and spilling the blood of a bunch of Alphas over
a pagan altar.”
“How is any of that not your fault?” Cora snarled.
“It’s okay, Cora,” Derek said as reassuringly as he could. “This isn’t like the
old stories; I’m going to be fine.”
“And I’m really about to have a grandkid? Through my seventeen year old son and
his much older werewolf boyfriend?” the Sheriff asked evenly.
This time it was Stiles’s turn to scowl. “Derek is my mate, he’s not old, and
you’re not getting a grandkid Pops, you’re getting three. We’re having
triplets!”
“I miss whiskey,” the man mumbled.
Derek flinched when the eyes of the entire pack snapped to his stomach. He
pulled Stiles in front of him to block their view. This was going to get old
fast. “How about we skip the Q&A about the mechanics and start making plans for
how we’re going deal with this.”
“That’s a good idea,” Chris said extricating himself from the pile of odds and
ends. “Once news of this gets out every Hunter in the Western hemisphere will
be lining up to take a shot at you.”
“Us, Dad,” Allison corrected. She took Scott’s hand and smiled at Stiles. “If
they come, we’ll just have to make sure word gets around about what happens to
anyone that threatens our pack.
Derek shared a nod with her. Their relationship had progressed from tensed to
strained to civil. He hadn’t held out much hope of them ever moving beyond that
short of a miracle. It looked like he might have gotten lucky twice over and
received without daring to ask.
Lydia had been conspicuously silent so far which meant she was busy working out
logistics and no doubt plotting some elaborate scheme that started with baby
clothes and ran all the way through the Ivy League. Derek saw an opportunity to
move things in a lighter direction and ran with it, taking out his wallet and
tossing his credit card to her. “I was thinking we’d connect the master bed and
bath to the room next room down the hall. You’ve got six months before the boys
are born. Try not to go completely overboard.”
“Excellent,” she said smiling triumphantly.
“You’re having mini Stileses and Dereks?” Erica squeed, jumping off Boyd and
dragging Alison and a reluctant Cora over to Lydia to start talking color
schemes in hushed tones, bodily ejecting Jackson and Aidan from the couch in
the process.
“Smooth,” Stiles murmured in his ear.
Scott bounded up and tackle-hugged them, crushing Stiles in werewolf sandwich.
“This is going to be awesome! It’s so totally bizarre but that kind of makes
sense because it’s you two!”
“Thanks, I think,” Stiles wheezed.
“Stop hogging the parents-to-be,” Melissa said waving her son off. “Now Stiles,
as a healthcare professional I’m required to kick your ass for obviously not
reading those pamphlets I gave you when you turned thirteen.”
“Mom, not the pamphlets again,” Scott whined.
“But as the future grandma…congratulations!” she gave them each a hug and kiss
on each cheek. “You two are going to have the cutest little boys,” she cooed
teary-looking before joining the girls.
Chris had taken advantage of the chaos to slink off somewhere and self-loathe
in solitude.
That just left the Sheriff.
“As your Father I can’t say this is something I wanted for you…”
“Dad.”
“Let me finish, Stiles,” the Sheriff said sternly. “As I was saying, you’re
only a junior in high school. You should be doing normal things like playing
lacrosse, not doing your homework, and futilely chasing after Lydia.”
“I think we can all agree that particular ship has sailed.”
“Stiles.”
“Sorry.”
Derek chuckled but held his tongue.
“My point is: normal was never in the cards for you, I understand that. I also
know after seeing the pack, the family you three have made and what you’re
willing to do to protect them that you and Derek are going to be great
Fathers.”
“I love you Dad.” Derek did not tear up watching them embrace. Not even a
little, regardless of what the goofy grin Scott was aiming at him suggested.
“Dudes you’re going to name one of them after me, right?”
“Why not,” Derek said seeing the bromantic hearts floating around Scott and
Stiles and surrendering to the inevitable.
“What about their last name?” the Sheriff asked.
Derek had figured on something hyphenated but his mate had a different idea.
“Sorry, Dad, but the little guys are going to be Hales, the next generation of
the Hale pack. Is that okay?” Stiles asked turning to face him biting his lip
nervously.
He caught that lip with his own and let him know just how okay it was.
The Sheriff groaned but there was no mistaking the fondness they could feel
along the pack bond. “Let’s give them some privacy before I smell something
that will give me nightmares.”
“How about a game of lacrosse?”
“You’re on, but I’m picking first.”
“Bring it Old Man.”
 
“My Dad is so suffering from a major case of Peter Pan Syndrome,” Stiles
observed as they watched the Sheriff gather up the boys and head outside.
Derek shrugged. “He was middle-aged and now he’s got the energy of three
teenagers. He’ll get over it.”
“I kind of hope he doesn’t. I haven’t seen him smile like this in a long time.
I was worried that after my Mom and Jen…”
“Hey, he’s fine. Let him be a kid again for a while. We can worry about his
love life in a couple of decades if we have to. You want to go join them?”
“Actually I was thinking I’d rather stay here with you.”
Stiles was so earnest it made Derek’s heart skip a beat. “I’m going to be out
of commission for a while but that doesn’t mean you have to spend the whole
time next to me holding my hand.”
“Where else would I be? Come on, it’s late and you need your sleep.”
“Are you really starting up with that overprotective crap already?” he asked
sourly.
“Actually I just wanted to spend some time with just the five of us.”
Derek was definitely onboard with that.
 
 
The stomach thing was a lot less annoying when it was the focus of Stiles’s
oral fixation. Derek knew he was grinning like an idiot as he watched his mate
pepper the ridges of muscle with kisses while crooning and humming tunelessly
to the cubs, but together like this on their own bed he was about as far from
self-consciousness as a person could be.
“Hey there little puppies, it’s your Daddy Stiles. Now I know you probably like
being in your Dad, because I sure do…”
“Stiles.”
“…but I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Don’t call them puppies.”
“Dad can be a real Sourwolf sometimes…”
“Why am I with you, again?”
“…but we love him anyway, don’t we? Yes we do. Yes we do. We’re going to take
such good care of you, but right now I want you to cover your little puppy eyes
and ears so I can take care of your Dad.”
“Stiles they’re the size of raisins they can’t see or hear…oh.”
Stiles smiled up at him lasciviously. “Yeah, oh.”
“Carry on then.” He grabbed a couple of pillow and put them under his shoulder
so he could watch without getting a crick in his temporarily human neck.
Meanwhile the nightstand popped open as a bottle of lubricant came whizzing
out. Stiles caught it with one hand and snapped the fingers of the other,
undoing and unzipping Derek’s jeans. “Showoff,” he muttered lifting his hips so
Stiles could pull them off with his boxer briefs in one practiced motion.
As usual, Stiles didn’t waste any time taking him into his mouth and using
every trick they’d learned in the last few months to reduce him to a quivering
mess (it was how his mate woke him up most mornings when time was often
scarce). He shivered with anticipation when he heard the click of the bottle,
relaxing to admit Stiles’s long, skillful digit, quickly joined by a second
while the thumb firmly stroked the sensitive area between his hole and his
balls. Stiles started up a hooking roll of the hand that massaged his prostate
from both inside and out and sucked harder on his dick. In minutes he coming
down the younger man’s throat.
Stiles hummed happily, making him twitch with painfully sharp spikes of
pleasure by crooking his fingers while meticulously licking every bit of come
off his spent cock. “I never get tired of doing that.”
“That’s…good.”
“How long do you think before you’re ready for round two?”
Derek frowned pensively while he considered it. “I’m not sure. I know I haven’t
been able to be as forcefulas I used to…”
“It’s okay. I’ll just have to find something to occupy myself.” His mate amused
himself by getting his lips, tongue, and teeth on every inch of Derek between
his elbows and knees. By the time the younger man finally settled atop him he
was about ready to just flip him over and have at it. “Just FYI,” Stiles said
after quickly prepping himself and settling down on Derek’s cock in one smooth
motion, “I’m planning on riding you fast and hard like this a lot while I can,
if that’s okay with you.”
“Well if you must,” he said resisting the urge to thrust up in search of
friction.
“After the baby bump becomes an issue…I have some creative problem solving
ideas.”
Derek didn’t doubt it.
Stiles leaned back and started fucking himself on Derek’s cock, his own
springing up and down and alternately slapping both their stomachs scattering
trails of precome over their skin. The sound it made was sexiest thing Derek
had ever heard.
His mate came first, back bowed in ecstasy while, Derek took over the motion,
thrusting up frantically, fucking Stiles through his orgasm, arriving himself
seconds later, brought off by the tight heat clenching around him time to the
pulses of come splashing across his chest, neck, and face.
Stiles collapsed on top of him, idly wiping his face clean with soft touches.
Derek considered just going to sleep right then regardless of the mess, but he
was curious and wanted to get started on the creative problem solving, just in
the name of being prepared. “I know you were bummed about my no knotting policy
this last month and I still can’t, but if you want to…”
“You start the shower running, I’ll grab the potion.”
 
It was true he’d never expected to be a mated Alpha expecting kids at such a
young age, especially given the fact that Stiles was in high school. It was
also true that although everything they’d been through made it seem a lot
longer they’d only been together for a few months. Despite every scrap of
common wisdom saying that their relationship should be fraught with trials and
angst on top of the challenges inherent in running a pack and fending off the
usual supernatural insanity, Derek couldn’t find a reason to complain.
 
He was happy.
End Notes
     Feel free to ask questions.
     The nest installment will be a seven chapter group of shorts for the
     six remaining months of Derek's pseudopregnancy and one for the first
     month of parenthood. I should be posting one a week or so. After that
     I'm probably going to set Dresden canon on fire and have Cold Days
     collide epically with a way way alternate 3b. It should be insane.
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