Teen Wolf Mpreg *completed*

Steter.❤

Stiles leans against the doorframe "Peter. No, this..is not healthy. You know this is not healthy." "I am fine." Peter argued.
Stiles scoffed "You no longer pass this off that this will pass. Please Peter."
"I said I am fine Stiles! Leave it!" Yelled Peter. Stiles scoffed now "Fine."
"No, Stiles, wait- I." Rambled Peter.
Stiles did not listen.

Stiles was annoyed with the stubbornness of the Hale family!
He knew that Peter was not right, but he was being difficult. Why though? Did he know what was wrong? Why would he not tell Stiles! Stiles deserves to know!
Going into their bedroom Stiles sits down on the bed, then lays flat on his back. Covering up his face he groaned.
"Hey, Stiles." Peter whispered, he knocked on the door.
"What?"
"Stiles. I am sorry. It is just..I am worried. Usually I am able to heal quickly. Get over sicknesses, but now, my symptoms are growing more worse."
"Let me help then." Stiles requests.
"Only if we see Deaton." Peter determined.
"Deaton it is. Come along now then."
Stiles gets off the bed, coming over to Peter.
"Whoa, one second. My head..my head..it feels..feels..fuzzy."
"Okay yep, that is just it. We are seeing Deaton now. Immediately!" Stiles grabs Peters hand, but both end on the floor.
"Peter? Peter!" Stiles shakes Peter.
Peter is non-responsive.
"Peter, you come back to me! Come back Peter!"
Stiles begins to perform CPR, one with his heart, next his breathing.
"Come on back to me Peter!" Stiles begged.
Peter comes back to life with a roar, and his fangs out.
Stiles does not care, he throws himself right to Peter.
"Deaton will know what to do about me." Peter said.
Stiles groaned "I hope he will know something."

"And you passed out, is that correct Peter?" Deaton questioned.
Peter nodded, "Something is wrong Deaton. I do know what is wrong though."
"Smart coming to me Stiles, and Peter. Now. Do you prefer urinating, or needle Peter?" Deaton asked.
"Urine, yes." Peter confirmed.
"Okay then. Now, go pee Peter."
Deaton hands Peter a clear cup.
"Wash your hands after." Stiles yelled.
"Nope, never." Peter remarked.

"Is that enough Deaton?" Peter asked, returning with the cup, now with yellow substance.
"Yes, that does seem enough Peter."
"Damn Peter! What did you have to drink to fill up that entire cup!" Exclaims Stiles.
"More the better actually, so thank you Peter."
"Happy to give away my urine."
"Results will return in a couple of days." Deaton explained.
"Looking forward to your call Deaton." Peter says.
"Yes, thank you Deaton." Stiles thanks.

While in the secrets of the woods, there was a plotting Witch- who deemed herself to destroy the pack of Scott McCall.
She specifically wanted Peter Hale. The original Alpha.
And she was ready to collect Peter- anyway that can be done.

Peter was dreaming- he was dreaming of Thalia.
He could feel her..she was there- right there. "Thalia."
"Come to me Peter."
Peter aimlessly followed the voice of his sister.
"Why am I dreaming of you." Peter asked.
"Because Peter, you are so vulnerable. Open up your eyes."
Peter does.
And then Peter gasped "You! Bluenn."
"Hello, again. Ooh, how I have missed the Hale family!" Bluenn exclaimed.
"What do you need? Why do you need with Hales?"
Bluenn chortled, "The Hale family is the powerful werewolf family all of Beacon Hills."
"Not me. That was my sister."
"Is your last name not Hale?"
"Very unfortunate of affairs." Peter responded.
"Well spoken, very unfortunate. Sleep well..Peter Hale."

"So, what are you exactly saying? Deaton..tell us. In English, please."
"Do you understand the word baby?" Deaton asked, slowly.
"Yes."
"Very good. Baby is what Peter is growing in his stomach. He is a to be soon parent."
Stiles's mouth dropped open.
"Okay, after this news, we need to find Peter. Now!"

"Hello, Lachlan." Peter whispered.
Lachlan whimpered.
Peter began rocking Lachlan, slowly the whimpering went into silence.
"Ahh there we go. Just wanted your daddy eh Lachlan."
Peter woke, panting.
That dream..it felt..it was..no.
Peters hands move down to his stomach; it felt, rounder.
"There is a baby...inside of my..I am pregnant."

"Might he be happy?" Reasoned Liam.
Stiles glared at Liam.
"I never thought of Peter to be..parental material Liam." Liam nodded "I can see how you would think that."
"Okay, enough. Both of you, please. What is our plan?" Questioned Scott.
"Tear out her throat?" Stiles recommended.
"No, Stiles." Declared Scott.
"Scott! That is my baby you talk about! I want my baby, along with Peter to be safe!" "I know you do. We need a plan of action."
"I quite like the plan of ripping out her throat."
Scott groaned "Okay, fine. We will go..have a discussion."
"Then we rip out her throat."
"What can go wrong."

Werewolves have Peter surrounded, fangs, and claws prepped. And ready to kill.
Bluenn smacked her lips, hand wrapped around the throat of Peter, who is struggling to breath, "Please Bluenn."
Her hands tighten more, Stiles flinches, "What is it about Peter?"
"The Hale family..they..are nemesis to us. Witches."
"Out with her throat!" Stiles demanded.
Liam, actually very surprisingly, leapt towards the witch, now his claws wrapped her neck.
"Come to me Peter!" Stiles chirped.
Peter runs to Stiles, who hugs him closely. "Have you dreamt about Lachlan Stiles?"
Stiles sniffles "Our baby boy Lachlan."
"So you have dreamt!"
"And it was beautiful."
"Now that our werewolf ex leader is preggers, we all need to up our security. Effectively."
"Like I will allow any harm to come over Peter."
"Or Lachlan."
"Or Lachlan, right you are, right you are."

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