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Here's a juicy one from the fluffy list! 72: Do you think it's possible that I... might be... pregnant? 84: I think you might he pregnant. 77: Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it's driving me crazy. (For the last one, I'm just picturing Derek whispering to Stiles' belly while Stiles is asleep, one hand gently caressing the bare skin)

033: “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”041: “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”

@novkat21 i hope you don’t mind that i combined all your prompts into this… thing that was not originally gonna be this long but derek just wouldn’t stop talking… weird, i know! anywho… this one’s for you!

the possibility of intentions

Words: ~1900Rating: Teen And Up AudiencesWarnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyRelationships: Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiCharacters: Derek Hale, Stiles StilinskiAdditional Tags: Established Relationship, Boyfriends, Alpha Derek Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, NauseaSummary:

It had been a night of revelations as he laid Stiles down, checking him over. Derek whispered a promise to never leave his side, a promise of forever. It’s mushy and sentimental and something that Stiles would normally have scoffed at, so Derek is surprised when Stiles relaxes into him and says, “okay.”

The sound of glass breaking wakes Derek from his sleep.Running into the kitchen, he finds Stiles crumpled on the floor, remnants ofthe jelly jar surrounding him. He tries asking what happened, what’s wrong, butStiles doesn’t answer. To be honest, Derek’s a little worried. Lately, Stileshas been acting strange. On top of being more emotional than usual, he’s alsobeen tired a lot more, which leads to Derek finding him in the most unusualplaces, in the weirdest positions, that he’s not at all sure is remotelycomfortable.

After checking to make sure that Stiles is free from anycuts, Derek quickly cleans the mess and carries his boyfriend to the couch. Hewatches with concerned eyes as Stiles’ eyes fill with tears. Derek places akiss on his forehead and returns to the kitchen. He takes the peanut butterfrom the counter and pulls out a new jar of jelly and makes the PB&J thathe assumes Stiles was trying to make.

Derek sets the plate on the coffee table and takes a Kleenexto clean Stiles’ face. With gentle touches, he wipes away the tears and gets asmall smile in return. He hands the plate to Stiles who promptly begins eatingthe sandwich. It’s not until he’s done eating that Derek asks the question. “Doyou want to talk about it?”

“Maybe in the morning… right now though, can we just watch amovie and fall asleep on the couch?” Concern eats at him, but he’s helpless butto comply when Stiles looks at him with wide eyes, eyes that ask him not toprod.

Derek wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Witha chaste kiss on Stiles’ temple, he whispers, “okay,” and puts on StarWars, knowing it’s his favorite.

Stiles must have been more tired than he realized. Before the opening crawl iseven over, Derek can hear his breathing regulate into that of deep sleep. Verycarefully, he gathers Stiles in his arms, carrying him to their room, placinghim gently on the bed. Crawling over his boyfriend, Derek hovers for just amoment, taking in his lover’s features, the way Stiles looks so young and innocentwhile sleeping. He brushes his lips against Stiles’ forehead, before lyingbeside him, draping an arm protectively around his middle.

A smile twitches on his lips as he remembers the first nighthe slept with Stiles in his arms.

Their relationship was complicated, neither wanting to be thefirst to admit… feelings. But when the wendigo attacked andthrew Stiles against a tree, Derek had immediately rushed to his side, takinghim away from the danger, leaving the pack to deal with the threat.

It had been a night of revelations as he laid Stiles down,checking him over. Derek whispered a promise to never leave his side, a promiseof forever. It was mushy and sentimental and something that Stiles would typicallyhave scoffed at, so Derek was surprised when Stiles relaxed into him and said,“okay.”

Twoyears later and Derek’s heart still clenches when he wakes by Stiles’ side.With a groan, he shifts slightly as Stiles turns in his arms. Pulling himclose, Derek nuzzles his boyfriend’s cheek, taking a deep inhale of the sweetcinnamon and leather scent that accompanies his lover.

“Hi,”he says when Stiles meets his eyes.

“Youknow you don’t have to carry me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch, right?”

Derekpushes the hair back from Stiles’ face. “I know. But you’ve been so tiredlately. I didn’t want to wake you. Not when I don’t have to.”

Stilessnorts. “Yeah, you just like that you can toss me around like I weigh nothing.I’ve put on some muscle, ya know? I’m not 147 pounds of pale skin and fragilebone anymore.”

“Stiles,I don’t think you’ve ever had a fragile bone in your body. You’re the strongestperson I know.” Derek tells him truthfully.

Quiveringlips tells him that Stiles is struggling to contain his emotions. He tries tocradle Stiles’ face, but Stiles hides it, probably in an attempt to not tocause worry. It doesn’t work. His ‘wolf can sense his lover’s distress. Hewraps his arms around Stiles, begins rubbing a soothing circle on the small ofhis back. Derek holds him through the tears that overtake him.

“I’msorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know why…” Stiles tries to turn away, but Derek won’tlet him.

“Stiles?”He says just his name, but Stiles has to know what he’s asking. They’ve beentogether long enough by now.

“Idon’t know, Derek. I feel… Everything is just… I’m so tired. I haven’t been sleeping well at all. And it’s just—It’s affectingme by fucking with my emotions.”

“Isthere something going on?” There’s a thought that maybe he’s not doing enough,or maybe he’s doing too much. “Can I do something? Am I doing something that Ishouldn’t be doing?”

Stileshuffs out a breath. “Okay, seriously don’t go there okay? This is me.”

“Yeah,but…”

“Butnothing… I’m not kidding Derek. This is on me. You found me crying on thekitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.There is no way that had anything to do with you. I’m just all over the placeright now. Once I get back into a normal sleep pattern, I’ll be fine.”

The steady heartbeat slightly soothes his worries. Though notmuch. But he’ll trust that Stiles will be fine.

*****

Itturned out Stiles is not fine. He is very much not fine, of that Derek is nowsure. He watches Stiles, hunched over the toilet, staring down at his meal thatdecided to make a surprise appearance. “Ugh… oh, God!”

Hisown stomach turns. One disadvantage of ‘wolf genes. Lately, Stiles can’t seemto keep anything down. The bathroom has replaced Derek as Stiles’ best friend.He’s a little upset since he’d essentially just stolen the title fromScott.

Hepresses a cold washcloth on his boyfriends head and rubs his back. When he’ssure that Stiles is done throwing up, Derek pulls him against his chest, hopingthe warmth of his body will relax him.

Stilesgroans out in frustration. “Why does my body hate me?”

“Doyou think maybe you’re pushing yourself too hard? With your training?” Sincefinding out he has a spark, Stiles has been working with Deaton prettyinfrequently, not really needing it since the druid was ever present. However,the vet has recently announced his retirement from both his practice and as theHale pack emissary, leaving Stiles to take his place.

“Idon’t think so. Nothing I’ve read hassuggested consequences of using my spark, at least not anything like this. Imean, I’ll talk to Deaton about it.”

Deaton,as helpful as ever, has no information for Stiles regarding the sudden downturnof his health, instead sending him home to rest. Advice he apparently chose toignore since Derek is now listening to Stiles recall his lunch with a verypregnant Erica.

“Andthen she said ‘you know, I’d almost feel bad for you, except I’m going throughthe same thing. Suck it up, pretty boy.’ Pretty boy! Can you believethat?!”

Derektries out his best imitation of Stiles. Pouting slightly, he scoffs. “Wow. Rude.”

“Right?!And then–and then she said since I’mhormonal, nauseous, and tired that I must be pregnant. Pregnant! I mean, seriously?!”

Derek’ssmile falters a little. It’s a topic that’s come up a lot recently. Theirfuture, a family. They’ve talked about kids, about adoption and surrogacy,opting to wait until…

Hecan sense a nervousness coming from Stiles as they’re getting ready for bed. Hestills his lover’s trembling hands before sitting with him on the edge of thebed.

“Stiles?”

“Thisis…gonna sound…weird, but do youthink it’s possible that I…might be…pregnant?”

Derek lets out a gasp. “Wha– I mean, what? How would–?”

Stiles shrugs and lies back letting his feet dangling off thebed. Derek stares down at him, willing him to keep talking. “I don’t know. Ijust– After talking to Erica, I…looked some things up. I mean, I am aspark. The intent is definitely there.”

Derek closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep breathand allows his enhanced senses to take over. There’s…something. Gettingoff the bed, he kneels in front of Stiles, lifting his shirt slightly. He hasto ignore the arousal that waves off his boyfriend.

Derek presses his ear to Stiles’ abdomen. There’s definitelya tightness to his stomach that hadn’t been there before. There’s also a…fluttering?He’s not sure exactly. He can hear Stiles’ heartbeat, he hears his own, butthis is different. Realization dawns on him, and for a brief moment, when hiswolf acknowledges it, his eyes flash red. “Stiles…” The name comes outin a whisper, like a prayer. “I think you might be pregnant.” He listens again,drawn to the sound. “Yeah… I can hear another heartbeat. It’s very faint, butit’s there.”

“Really? Like, really?”

Derek nods. “There’s no one in the house except us Stiles.”He moves back onto the bed, hovering over Stiles. He presses down, nosing atStiles’ neck, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is different too. Not much, just–morelike…me? I mean, you always smell like me, like us, but–”

“It’s the baby? Isn’t it? Because they’re a mix of us?”

He nods, eyes brimming with tears at the miracle, the gifthis mate is giving him.

Stiles pulls him down for a kiss. “Holy shit! I’m pregnant!”

With news of the pregnancy, Stiles claims he no longer feelslike he’s dying. Derek can tell that his entire mood has shifted and that he’sabsolutely elated. He smiles brightly and talks about their future.

Even now, not even halfway through his pregnancy, Stiles hascompletely cleared out one of their guest rooms and transformed it into anursery. Fully furnished. Already.

And that’s how Derek finds him one night, curled in therocking chair, book in hand like he fell asleep reading. Derek runs a hand overhis cheek, a smile playing on his lips when Stiles instinctively leans into histouch. As gingerly as he can, Derek lifts and carries him to bed.

As he settles in beside his boyfriend, he notices thatStiles’ shirt has ridden up a little, exposing the bump that houses their cub.Fingers gently caress the bare skin, and for a brief moment, Derek feels ashift. He knows that Stiles has already begun feeling kicks and he’s notashamed to say that he’s slightly jealous and impatient for his own turn tofeel their child. A gentle press and he feels it again. His heart stutters andswells.

Moving down the bed slightly, he whispers to the bump. “Hey,cub… whatcha doin’ in there? Trying to wake your dad?” He rubs his thumb backand forth, trying to coax another kick. “You know…he’s really excited to meetyou… It’s driving me crazy how anxious he is. I’m pretty excited, too.”Another kick. Stronger this time. “Okay, okay. Let’s not wake him, alright.”

He places a gentle kiss against Stiles’ stomachand crawls back up the bed. Stiles turns, settling against him, their bodiesperfectly aligned, like they were made for each other. And five months, twoweeks, and three days later, as he stares into their daughter’s eyes, he knowsthey are.

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