One Shots

Chapter Five

Just some pregnancy nightmares

Hearing soft sniffles coming from the bedroom, Derek frowned before poking his head in to see what was wrong. He was immediately greeted with a new mess that he never expected to see, especially caused by the cleanest person he'd ever met. Clothes were discarded in every direction and the woman of thought was sat on the floor in the corner of the room with tears falling down her cheeks.

"Margo? You alright there?" He asked, stepping into the room carefully.

"I'm fat," she cried out, and he tensed up. He was on very dangerous ground right now.

"No, you're not fat. You're pregnant, there's a difference," he pointed out as he walked over to her and took a seat beside her and she shook her head the tears still falling.

"I don't fit in anything," she countered, "that means that I'm getting fat."

"No, you are pregnant. You're going to gain weight, it's called you're growing another human being inside of you," he corrected wrapping his arm around her shoulders and dragging her closer to him to try and comfort her, "so you're not getting fat. You're simply having a child," he reminded.

She nodded wrapping her arms around him as she did, "would you still love me if I was fat, though?"

"I'd love you no matter what you looked like," he assured pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "now stop stressing about these clothes," he urged and she nodded slightly.

Feeling something pushing against him in his sleep, he woke up and rolled over to see that Margo had been pushing him away, "what is it?" He asked, worried that she was feeling ill again. When they'd gone to bed she'd practically dragged him to cuddle her since she'd been so cold (oddly cold considering the temperature of the house), except now a hot flush had gone through her and the thought of him being near her was horrible.

"You're too hot, get away," she urged, her voice tired and he sighed before he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. As stated before, the temperature of the house was a normal one and she was usually fine in it. Although, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened and he imagined it was only going to get worse over the next seven months.

When he woke up, it was him who was feeling ever so slightly hot as Margo, in her sleep, had managed to roll over Derek and was holding him so tightly to seek the warmth from him. He too was holding onto her tightly since even in his sleep it was purely his instinct. He couldn't let her go. It was strange really, no matter how much they pushed each other away physically they ended up entangled in the end.

He didn't move out of fear of waking her up and ruining the gentle peace that rested on her face.

Glancing over the pile of washing that was in her hands (or more like which was in the basket that she was holding) she tried to find the next stair so she didn't fall down them. It wouldn't be fun for her and it would probably be dangerous for the baby. Granted, there weren't that many stairs left so if she was going to fall down them and it was inevitable that she would then now would be the best time rather than the eight or ten steps beforehand.

Before she could take another step the weight of the basket was removed from her and she frowned as the said basket was pulled away from her. Derek had appeared and taken it out of her hands.

"You shouldn't be doing that, it's heavy and dangerous," he pointed out and she narrowed her eyes.

"Its clothes, Derek, it's going to be fine," she assured reaching out to take the basket back but he'd already walked away.

"Should you be eating that?" Derek asked as he looked over to Margo who was slatting a blob of ice cream next to a freshly cooked brownie, "it doesn't look very healthy." She stared at him annoyed causing him to glance at her apologetically. He'd read all the books and done all the research and he was now beginning to get on her nerves.

"It's fine," she assured before she walked over to the other side of the kitchen and opened the cupboard; reaching up on the tips of her toes to get something down.

Seeing the struggle, he bolted from his seat and rushed over to her, "here, let me," he urged, and she returned her glare to him.

"I'm capable of getting something from the cupboard. I'm pregnant not paralysed."

"You might trip and fall, and that will hurt baby Hale," he pointed out and she sighed putting one hand on the counter to lean against before gesturing for him to get the sprinkles with her other hand. He reached out and grabbed it his own height making the job much easier for him than it was for her.

He passed it to her and she snatched it from his hand growing so annoyed and irritated by the constant fretting that he'd been doing and effectively making her useless. She tried to open the lid but found that she could not, "let me-"

"No," she cut in, "me and baby Hale are completely independent and we don't need you-" she really couldn't open it and wordlessly, she sighed before passing it back to him.

It was eleven o'clock at night. Margo was lying across the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her and her feet covered in fluffy socks. She'd gotten ready for bed with the intention of going to sleep an hour ago but the book she was reading was simply too good. So instead, one hand was resting on her swelling belly and the other was holding the book and she had her head leaning against the back of the sofa so she didn't have to use the energy to hold it up.

"No, no, no," Derek's voice sounded right as the book was plucked from her hands and she looked up at him horrified, "it's late you should be sleeping. It's not healthy for the baby-"

"Derek," her voice was dangerously low, "if you continue with this...then I will grab a rock and smack you round the head with it," she warned and his brows furrowed at the threat right as she put an innocent smile on her face, "love you though." She then held out her hand for the book.

"But-"

"Now," she ordered and he sighed before giving her the book back.

"At least let me sit with you," he finally said, she shrugged not caring about that and she leant forward as he took a seat. She then placed herself so that she could use him as a pillow.

"You don't have to worry about the baby so much," she pointed out, looking up to meet his eyes, "if they truly are a Hale then I'm sure they're going to be just as annoying and stubborn as you," she teased and he smiled at the thought of it. She then looked down and rubbed her stomach slightly, "and I don't think one late night is going to hurt them."

"You know, they're definitely a werewolf," the words made her eyes snap to him.

"What?"

"I can sense it."

"Oh christ, they better not bite me...or claw me... or do anything weird."

"It'll be fine," he assured, pressing a kiss to her head.

She hummed before holding the book out to him, "read to us," she demanded and he raised his brow, "my eyes are tired and I don't want to read anymore but I want to know what's going to happen."

"Maybe that's a sign you should be going to sleep."

"I'll sleep when I know what's happened."