Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Not So April's Fools{2}

Not So April's Fools{2} Last Part}

The pack, with their noses pressed to the Hale house windows, sees Derek and Stiles walk back out of the woods.

"There they are!" Scott yells.

"No duh, McCall," Jackson retorts.

Lydia speaks up, "Can you hear what they're saying?"

"No," Scott pouts. "Derek put sound proofing in the walls to ensure any other wolves couldn't hear us. But, now we can't hear out either."

"Hey, look!" Allison brings their attention back to Stiles and the Alpha. "Derek has his hand on Stiles' stomach."

The group smashes in closer to the window so everyone can see.

"Stiles is really pregnant isn't he?" Jackson mumbles under his breath.

"Yeah, I think he is," Scott whimpers.

"With our Alpha's child," Jackson states in disbelief. "How did that happen?"

"You aced sex ed, baby," Lydia flips her hair as she turns to look at her boyfriend. "I think you know how it must have happened."

"No," he growls. "I mean, how... Why would THEY ever get together? There's no way Derek would go for a runt like Stilinski."

"My best friend is not a runt!" Scott lunges at Jackson.

The other boy gets right in Scott's face. "You can't tell me that you aren't shocked, too!"

Scott deflates. "Yes, I'm shocked, but not because they've been with each other. In a weird way, if you think about it, they kind of... suit each other, right?" He turns back to the window. "I just... Stiles never told me he was seeing anyone. We tell each other everything." He slumps into the window pane.

"Uh-oh," Allison turns to Lydia, "that's his kicked puppy face."

Derek and Stiles stand next to his Jeep.

"I'm going to head back home. There's no way I can face them right now." Stiles sighs and turns to his Jeep.

"You don't have to go. Don't you want to see me rip Jackson's throat out to avenge your honor?"

Stiles' smile is stunning. "No, you know I get squeamish about things like that." He rubs his sneaker into the dirt. He squints his eye as he looks back up into Derek's eyes. "But, take pictures."

Derek laughs.

Allison's lips quirk into a smile. "Oh, wow, they must be serious. I've never seen Derek genuinely smile before."

"Of course they're serious, they're having a kid together!" Jackson storms into the kitchen.

Lydia's high heels click in behind him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Jackson."

Her hands are on her hips, and he knows that means business. "I might feel just a little bit bad that I played the voicemail. Maybe."

"Be careful, Jackson. Your feelings are showing." She moves in closer to him and takes his hand. "You need to apologize. To both of them, but especially Stiles. He doesn't cry in front of people if he can help it. You really hurt him."

"I know," he whispers guiltily.

"Crap," Stiles whines as he sits down in his Jeep.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the..."

Stiles punches him in the arm. "Stop it. I'm fine. Your little werewolf spawn is fine. I forgot my keys."

"Where are they?"