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It was over dinner when Derek told Stiles he was pregnant. It was casually brought up. Derek did not miss a beat and continued on asking Stiles about his day. Stiles dropped his fork, the fork clinking against the plate. "You are what?" "Have a baby." Derek replied. "How long have you known?" "Last Friday." Stiles laughed out. Stiles scooted his chair closer to Derek. "You are sure?" "Here." Derek lifted up his shirt. His toned stomach now poking out. Stiles gasped. "Can I feel?" Derek nodded. Stiles cupped Derek's stomach. "We are having a baby." "Yes, Stiles, we are." Derek agreed. "How far along are you?" "Twelve weeks." "Three months. And you have known since last Friday." "I did not want to admit that I was pregnant." Derek confesses. Stiles looked up "Why?" Derek exhaled "You are still working for the FBI Stiles. When you 'graduate', I will be full term. And I don't want to be a problem." Stiles looks back down at Derek's stomach. And smiled softly. "Derek Hale." Stiles says, then brings his eyes back to Derek, "You are so much more important to me than my career. We have wanted a baby. Since we first married." "True." "Derek. Even if you were to give birth on graduation day, I will forget about everyone, besides you. You are all I care about." Stiles says. Derek wipes his eyes. "I don't want you to choose between the career or our family." "I will choose family." Stiles responded. "I chose you because I love you D." "I love you too." Derek sniffled.
"Night Stiles." Derek said. Derek's back faced him. "I have to say night to Bean, Derek." Stiles huffed. "Who the hell is Bean?" "Baby." Stiles answered happily. Stiles scooted closer to Derek. His hand dropped over Derek's hips. With an open palm, Stiles placed his hand against the small bump. He gave the bump a couple of rubs "Night Bean."
Derek smiled to himself.
The next morning, Derek woke first to make Stiles breakfast. Only, this morning, he found the bed to be empty. Standing to his feet, Derek proceeded into the kitchen.
Stiles was humming and making breakfast. Completely unaware of Derek there. "What are you doing?" Derek asks. Stiles leapt up. He covered his heart, turned around and saw Derek "You scared me!" "What are you doing?" Derek repeated. "Cooking breakfast." Stiles waves the plastic spatula. "I cook for you." Derek says. "I know you do. I wanted to let you sleep." Stiles shrugged. Derek walked to Stiles. "Morning by the way." Stiles goes in to kiss Derek, But is blocked. "Okay. What's wrong?" Stiles questions. "I cook for you." Derek says. "Are you mad that I am cooking? I want to treat you. And Bean." Stiles uses his feee hand to rub Derek's stomach. "Not mad. Please do not let this pregnancy chance me, or us Stiles." "Nothing will be different." Stiles promises. Derek nods. "Do you want toast?" Stiles offered.
Derek ate the toast.
Telling the Pack was easier than either of them expected. Mostly due to them all knowing. Derek will give them credit for trying to be surprise. Stiles was convinced their reactions were all planned. Scott hugged them first. Followed by the rest of the Pack forming one big hug.
