You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 37

Stiles' POV

"Woah love, what's bought this on?" Derek asks as he holds me to his chest.

"I-it's just s-so n-nice" I cry, struggling to control myself.

"I know baby" Derek coos but there's the undertones of confusion as he says this. "Easy now" he whispers, rubbing my back as I begin to regain my composure. I shake my head as I wipe away the tears. That was a bit of an overreaction.

"Sorry, I guess it's been a long day, I think I'm just tired." I shrug and Derek hums in agreement, pulling me down to lay in his arms.

"Mr Stiles Hale" he speaks into the silence and a warmth spreads through my body, from head to toes.

"I can't believe you arranged our whole wedding without me!" I sigh, letting my eyes fall shut.

"Well, what else could I have gotten you for your birthday?" He mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh.

"I think you've given me enough. But this, today, it was perfect. Everything is perfect." We fall into a comfortable silence, wrapped in each others arms, in each others love.

...

I lurch out of bed and spring into the bathroom. I only just make it to the toilet before I'm lurching into the bowl. "Arghhh" I groan, resting my head on the seat

"Stiles?" Derek grumbles and I cast a look his way, he's ambling towards me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Go back to bed" I tell him, before retching into the toilet again.

"Don't be daft, let's have a look at you." I hear him say and then I feel his hand on my back and on my forehead. "Maybe your fox isn't as strong as a wolf? Maybe you can still get sick?" He frowns, as I continue to empty the contents of my stomach.

"Arghhh" I groan again and lean back into Derek's arms. "Take me back to bed" I murmur and he scoops me gently against his chest. My eyes are heavy by the time I'm placed on the bed and I'm already falling before Derek's even had a chance to join me.

...

I stretch out across the bed and find it empty. "Der?" I frown, sitting up and finding him sat in the chair watching me. "What are you doing?" I groan, rubbing my eyes as I wake up properly.

"Just watching you, how're you feeling?" He asks, moving to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. He places his hand against my head and inspects me intently.

"Yeah fine, I don't know what was up with me" I shrug and hop out of bed. "Dad's coming for dinner today" I remind him as I begin to dress.

"Oh good, we can ask if your mother ever got sick-" he stops short. "Fuck Stiles I'm-"

"No it's okay, it doesn't make sense actually. If I'm like my mom then she shouldn't have gotten sick- right?" I look to Derek who nods once, unconvincingly. "You know I'm just going to give him a call" I shrug and grab my phone from the bedside table. My dad picks up on the second ring.

"Hey kiddo, you okay?" He asks and I can hear the bustle of the police station in the background.

"Hey Dad, how did mom die?" I blurt out and Derek face palms, throws his hands up and walks out of the room. Coward.

"Erm- you want to do this now?" My Dad asks and I confirm that there is not time like the present. "Alright- she has this disease that only foxes can get. It cause her body to shut down. Your mother had you checked for it when you were first born; negative." There's silence as I process this information.

"Was she sick before that at all? Like sickness bugs or food poisoning?"

"Erm no, not that I remember- oh and when she was pregnant- why, is everything okay?" There's worry in his voice now.