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

Chapter 38

Stiles' POV

"I swear to god!" I yell as I try to heave myself from the tub. "Why did I think this was a good idea?" I scold myself, giving up and leaning back into the water. "Just one more week sugar plums and then I can meet you." I sigh, rubbing my very large stomach fondly. I hear the door to the bedroom click open. "Thank god! Derek I'm stuck!" I yell but there's no reply. "Did you faint again?" I quip and then he appears with an unamused expression.

"Would you let that go! It was one time!" He huffs, moving to the side of the tub where I'm lying, looking rather like a whale.

"For as long as I draw breath I will never forget that. But- I am stuck" I pout, motioning towards my massive body and my incapability to move it.

"If you say you won't joke about it I'll help you out" Derek barters.

"What kind of father are you?" I feign hurt. "Leaving me to fend for myself in the sea! With your children inside of me! You monster!"

"Right, come on Rapunzel" Derek sighs and dips into the tub so that he can lift me bridle style into his arms. "Nice guilt trip" he grumbles but presses a kiss to my temple nonetheless. I'm placed onto the bed, on top of a towel, which is why he never called out when he first came in and Derek drops to his knees in front of me, with another towel and begins to dry my body.

"You know I'm not completely useless" I protest, attempting to pull the towel away but Derek holds it firm, plopping it on my head as he dries my hair.

"Let me love you" he hums, dragging his fingers across my scalp and massaging it soft but firm all at once. Maybe it isn't so bad. I manage to control myself as he works down my arms and stomach but after he's dried my body off, I feel him take one of my feet in his hands and he begins kneading at the skin. A long groan slips past my lips as his fingers work their magic.

"Fuck, don't you dare stop!" I moan, putting pillows behind myself to get more comfortable.

"Can I come in or?" A voice calls through the door and I resist the urge to throw a lamp at it and instead cover my nakedness with a towel.

"Come" Derek calls with the authority of an Alpha and he sounds about as frustrated as I feel. But as soon as my father's face appears all of that frustration disappears- well almost.

"Dad!" I beam, unable to do anything but wave, one because I'm naked and two because I'm enormous.

"Hey kiddo, just popped in to see how you're doing- I see you sorted the Moses basket." He nods in the direction of said item, set up by the bed.

"Yeah, everything is ready I think, everything except for us" I grin, giving Derek a knowing look and he rolls his eyes.

"One time" he mutter's under his breath and I grin even wider.

"I erm, I was thinking about taking some time off of work to help you guys- what do you think about that?" He's looking at both of us now and I know he's trying to see if he's imposing.

"That would be great!" Derek sighs in relief, causing his shoulders to drop and relax. It's both comforting and shit scary to know that he's feeling exactly how I am.

"Oh good, of course if I get in your way you ca-"

"You won't" Derek and I cut him off, speaking in unison and my Dad smirks and pats us both on our shoulders.

"Stop worrying, you guys are going to be great." He encourages and Derek and I both manage a weak smile in agreement.

"Oooh!" I wince as I'm kicked in the bladder. "I need to pee!" I yell and because it's my Dad who has wiped my arse a thousand times as a kid and Derek who's been in my arse, I don't even attempt to cover myself as I rush off to the toilet. I just hear my Dad murmur;

"And so it begins" before he's drowned out by the sound of me peeing.

...

"Hello love" Derek sighs as he sits beside me. "Your Dads gone, I walked him to his car."

"Thanks Der, wondered what took you so long, I though you'd fa-"

"Don't." I bite back a smile and give my mate a knowing look as he sulks beside me. "You're never going to let it go are you?" He pouts.

"Never." I wink, rubbing my stomach absentmindedly. "I think I'll miss my bump" I murmur, more to myself than him.

"We could always have more" Derek comments and I give him an 'are you crazy' kind of look. "Or not."

"Not bloody yet! We've not even got these two out of me yet!" I rush, motioning towards my stomach as
irrefutable evidence. 

"I didn't mean right away... would you though- want more I mean.?" He trails off, hesitantly. I don't answer him right away. Would I want more children. Twins are going to be handfuls as it is- right?

"I... I don't know. Maybe? Maybe three kids- why don't we see how we do with these two first?" I suggest, leaning heavily into Derek's side and he moves to wrap me up against his chest. 

"I love you so much you know? Never did I imagine that I could be truly happy again- and here I am, with my world in my arms. How did I get so lucky?" I smile at his words, feeling my chest swell with warmth.

"I don't know, how did you get so lucky?" I tease and he rolls his eyes as I tilt back to look at him, but his lips still place a tender kiss on my forehead. "I think I'm the lucky one." I whisper and we meet in the middle, our lips ghosting against each others and then "argh!"

"What?"

"Arghhhh!" I groan, groping at the base of my stomach and feeling the wetness between my legs. "Oh god! Derek it's time! My waters! Oh god! It's too soon! I was supposed to have a few more days! Oh god! Fuck! Fuck! Arghhh! Fuck! Fuck! I'm not ready! I'm not ready!" In my panic I find that Derek has moved and is now in front of me, hands cupping my face so that our eyes lock.

"Stiles, listen to me now. Listen!" He shakes my head a little to snap me to attention. "I know you're scared baby, but you can do this! You have to be brave okay? I believe in you and I think you're going to be an amazing father! So let's go and make you one! Okay?"
I give a weak nod in return.

"O-okay- aregghhhhhhh!"

"PETER!"

"I'm here! Sorry, I was-"

"I don't fucking care- help me!" Derek snaps, lifting me into his arms and Peter ushers us out of the room and down the stairs to the medical room. Melissa is already there, moving around like an expert. She's been staying with us too- just in case. Derek places me on the gurney and I'm bought into a sitting position so that I can be administered the epidural. The needle stings and I grip Derek's hand to stop myself from jerking away. But then the room starts to sway and Derek starts to speak slowly and his words jumble and suddenly I'm lying back and the room spins around and around and around. There's the faint sound of Derek in the background, asking what's happening, asking if I'm okay. I'm cold. So cold. Maybe I could just sleep. Just for a while. What was I doing anyway? If I can't remember it wasn't that important. Yep. Time to sleep. Sleep. Sleep...