Teen Wolf Mpreg *completed*

Sterek.❤

Hellfire00

Stiles runs a hand through his hair, stopping then began pacing with his hair once again. He knew Derek would be okay, as always is, but now is different.
Never would Stiles understand why Derek felt protective over Beacon Hills: he always though he hated this place!
Guess Stiles was wrong.
But it never did make Stiles stop from worrying.
Now he found himself pacing, when did he stop?
"Come home to me." Stiles whispered.
Stiles closes his eyes.
He feels a presence.
"Home to you Stiles."
Derek Hale.
Stiles opened his eyes, Derek was standing in front of him.
"Derek."
"Come here."
Stiles flew into his touch.
Derek rubbed his back and began rocking the two of them.
"You are home Derek."
"Only for a few hours Stiles." Derek replied.
Stiles pushes from their hug, "You said what?"
Derek sighed "I have to protect this town, Beacon Hills."
Stiles pulled fully away from their hug.
"We talked about this Derek."
"Stiles, I have to protect this town. I and the Alpha Stiles, I protect."
"Why do you have to though! You Derek? The sole survivor of Hale family! Why is Scott not out there? Protecting aside with you?"
"Stiles, calm down. I do not need another werewolf out there protecting with me. I can take care of Beacon Hills."
"Yes you do! Especially you need help!" Stiles retaliated.
Derek's eyes glowed red. Stiles did step back.
"Stiles Stilinski. Do not, not ever, ever again, use my pregnancy as an excuse! Being pregnant will not be my downfall. Never. Pregnancy has not changed me Stiles. I can, and I am still, just as powerful as I was before pregnancy!"
"I am not doubting that you are just as strong."
"Good."
"But, Derek, this is a rival pack of yours. Rival. Means they do not like you, want to destroy you, hurt you. Watch you fall. Derek a rival pack of werewolves!"
"I understand what a rival pack means Stiles!"
"Are you sure? Because you seem to not be alarmed. Or showing any fear."
"Because I do not fear them! Their pack, their Alpha! I want to destroy their pack."
"Not on your own! Derek, you are being irrational over everything! You, as the Alpha, is still strong, stronger than humans can ever hope for, but being stronger means you need to be smarter. Derek, you need a break to."
Derek brings out his claws, and his fangs come out, "Stop Stiles! You have no say in what I do! I can care for myself! I cared for myself for a while!"
"That was before me! I want to take care of you! And our daughter! Stop being a sour wolf Derek!"
"I am going out."
Stiles steps in front of Derek.
"You are not going out, not yet Derek."
Derek retracts his claws, and fangs.
"You are going to stop me?"
"I am asking you. Please just for tonight. I am asking you, just for tonight, please Derek, please."
"Answer is still no."
Stiles chewed his lip between his bottom teeth.
"Fine. If you feel that strongly about...this, putting your life, and our daughters in danger, then yes, please just go Derek."
Stiles shoves past Derek.
But he stopped at the top of the stairs, looking at Derek.
"You, Derek, will he the death of our baby."

Derek, still thinking about what Stiles had said, Derek was loosing his concentration.
So when Derek looked up, he was less than surprised when he saw the rival pack surrounding him.
"Oh hell." Derek mumbles.
"Well look who off their guard."
"Ah is the pregnant Alpha feeling sentimental? Protecting Beacon Hills?"
Derek pulled out his claws, and his Fangs. Derek growled.
"Alphas always protect their hometown."
"And you are willing to die for your hometown? Comfy little Beacon Hills community?"
"Always."
"Let me take the great Alpha Derek Hale down then!"
It happens so quickly.
The werewolf slashes at Derek.
Derek feels blood begin to gosh out of his belly. His hand moves to his belly. The blood flows between his fingers.
Derek falls to his knees, now coughing up blood.
"What have you done?"
Suddenly, Derek sees the other werewolves falling down around him.
He looked up to see his pack, all around him.
Scott is clawing at the werewolves, slicing through them.
"Stiles?" Derek gasped.
"You stupid sour wolf!" Stiles hissed.
"Our daughter." Derek whispered.
"I am taking you to see Melissa right now. Can you walk? Please say yes Derek."
Derek nods.
With the help of Stiles, Derek stands up.
"The pack." Derek mumbled.
"Do not worry about us Derek! Your pack is strong, we will be fine. Go! Go Derek! Get to a hospital! Go see Melissa!"

Derek is propped up in the hospitals bed, with their newborn daughter.
Stiles is standing by Derek, admiring his daughter.
"Knock knock." Melissa said before she opened up the door.
"Hi Melissa."
"Hi, guys. How is little one? And you?"
"Glad she is here. And safe."
"She is a fighter."
"She is."
"Have you decided on a name for her?"
Stiles decided to speak up "Hope Talia Stilinski."
Derek sighed.
"My mothers name Stiles?"
"I want to honor your mother."
"She would be proud." Melissa whispered.
"She would adore her granddaughter Stiles." Derek whispered.
"She would be proud of you."
"Do you think so?"
"Talia would be proud of you."

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