Please Don't Go (Sterek)

Chapter Fourteen

Three months later

Derek was straining to button his pants, grunting and cursing the material. "I swear these fit last week. Fucking jeans." He wiggled and cursed again as Stiles came upstairs with a box. "Derek? Der?" He entered the room and from his view, he thought Derek was hurt but when the pregnant man turned and whined, red eyes shining, Stiles couldn't fight a snicker. "It's not funny! I can't button them, it took me thirty minutes alone to zip them up." He plopped on the bed and Stiles had to duck when the button popped from its hold and stuck into a wall. Neither said a word but then a sniffle broke the silence and Stiles turned to see Derek hiding his tears behind his hands. "I'm fat!!" Stiles dropped the box and ran over to his mate with a whine, kneeling down. "You're not fat Der. You're carrying out baby. A little werewolf or a werefox who is probably going to come out to be so mischievous as me and probably as broody as you. Lydia figured you'd freak out so we went shopping for you and trust me, I made sure everything were your style. Don't cry Sourwolf. It's okay." Derek sniffled, pulling his hands away and let out a chuckle at Stiles talking about their child. He closed his eyes and smiled when Stiles wipes his tears away and kisses his nose. "No more tears Sourwolf. Unless they're happy tears. Now go try these on..." Stiles passed the box over to Derek who took it. "And come show the pack downstairs. Lydia at least demanded a fashion show." Derek smiled and nodded, looking at him. "I love you Sweetfox." Stiles smiled. "I love you more Sourwolf. Now go on."

Derek went in the bathroom and the moment the door closed, Stiles shifted and grabbed the pair of jeans Derek couldn't fit, dragging them downstairs. Scott turned and looked confused. "Uh Stiles?" The fox looked at his friend and Erica snorted. "Why do you have Derek's jeans?" Stiles huffed and dropped it so they could see the missing button. "Ohhhhh. He can't fit them. Is that why he got sad?" Isaac said, connecting the dots and Stiles nodded once before he started to rip the jeans apart like prey. He growled and snarled, clawing the jeans that offended his mate. Lydia was shocked and Liam started laughing with Isaac as pieces of the jeans flew around until they were shreds of fabric. But Stiles wasn't done as he kicked at the fabric and knocked his water bottle on them, huffing at the wet strands and ripped material, walking back to the stairs where Derek was sitting with amusement in his eyes. He stretched out a hand and stroked Stiles' furry head. "Thank you Sweetfox. You killed it."

Stiles purred and opened his eyes, noticing that Derek wore a loose dark green Henley and dark wash jeans that had a little stretch to them around the waist. At this point, his abs were gone and in place was a perfectly round bump. Stiles huffed and rubbed his nose against his mate's stomach, enjoying the sounds of their child. The feeling made Derek laugh and gently push Stiles away, setting the fox's clothes on the floor and waiting for Stiles to get dressed before walking in sight of everyone who smiled. Derek wore one of Stiles' hoodies and zipped it up a little. Stiles could barely suppress a pleasing yip that had him covering his mouth as the others chuckled at him and Derek blushed. "Oh shut up! Like you didn't do the same the one time I wore your leather jacket." "Never thought I'd see the day you wore hoodies. I mean really." Cora said and Derek shrugged. "It makes me feel like I'm closer to Stiles when he isn't here. Plus I think it soothes our little boy down."

There was a splatter of water and Lydia ducked behind a pillow as Stiles looked at her apologetically, water dripping down his chin as he coughed. Derek smirked in amusement as the fox fought to speak. "It's...it's-it's a b-b-boy? Really?" Derek nodded and Stiles tried to keep standing and Liam and Isaac tried to catch him but Stiles slipped through their hands and fainted.