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

Chapter 39

Stiles' POV

I blink my eyes open, I'm stiff and achy and the lights are too bright and there's a beep... beep... beep. "Arghhhh" I groan, squinting through the brightness to find that I am in the basement medical room. I'm in pyjamas I don't remember wearing with an IV strapped into my wrist. "What the fuck?" I mumble, glancing around, trying to remember what happened, my fingers absentmindedly caress my belly- my flat belly. My babies! My babies! Suddenly the beeping is faster and when I rip out my IV and snatch off the weird thing on my thumb it flatlines. Where are my babies? I crumple to the floor as soon as I find my feet, but quickly recover and throw myself towards the stairs. I feel weak, though I can't see any physical signs of injury and I'm not in any pain. The stairs are a torture of their own kind, twice I have to stop until my head stops spinning, but when I reach the top, I throw the door open and pursue towards the kitchen. Peter is there, his eyes catch mine and I throw myself at him, my fingers digging into his shoulders both to hold me up and to show him I need him. "My babies!" I pant, shaking him slightly. Peter looks at me open mouthed, taking me in like it's the first time he's ever seen me. "Where are my babies?" I'm hysterical now, feeling a bubble of anxiety in my chest on the cusp of explosion.

"In the living room, they're fine- Sti-" I don't wait to hear what he has to say, instead I break apart from my Uncle Peter and head for my cubs. He's beside me in seconds, hand on my back and my arm, supporting me and when I get to the doorway everyone is here. All sat around like they live here too.

Oh my God, Stiles!" My Dad yells, jumping to his feet but I push past him to the Moses basket and sure enough there are my two, sweet, bundles of joy. "They're- they're so big!" I sob, caressing one of their cheeks with my hand.

"You'be been out for two weeks" Melissa murmurs, picking up one of the twins that was starting to stir.

"T-two weeks!" I gasp, putting the pieces together. There was one very large and noticeable absence in the room. "Where's Derek?" I croak, glancing around and finding that no one will meet my gaze. No one except Peter.

"He went for a run- it... he's been... great with the children b-" the door slams then and everyone shifts uncomfortably. We hear shoes clatter to the floor and the shuffle of clothes and then he appears. He stops short when he sees me, blinking several times like his eyes are deceiving him. They're red, not from his wolf but from rubbing at them or crying. His hair is is sticking up in all directions, his cheeks hollow and dark bags puff out under his eyes and if I'm not mistaken he's look lost weight.

"S-sti-les?" Derek whispers, like if he speaks any louder he'll break me. What has he done to himself? Derek takes an anxious step forward, as though he's still not sure if I'm real.

"Der?" I call out to him and his eyes widen as he practically throws himself at me, wrapping me up against his chest and squeezing me to him. His face his buried in my neck and I can feel the wetness of his tears and I don't care that everyone is here. That everyone is watching. I nuzzle against his head and hold him just as tightly to me.

"I thought- fuck- Stiles!" He sobs, heart wrenchingly so, like each one is being ripped from his soul piece by piece. "You scared the living daylights out of me! Don't ever do that to me again!" He pulls away then, grabbing my face between his hands. "Never again Stiles! If it wasn't for the babies I-"

"Hey- shh! Don't think that Der! Look at you, you're a mess!" I cry, wiping the tears from his eyes. "And you stink." I joke, though I'm not wrong. "What have you done to yourself?" I scold and his eyes meet mine again, so full of warmth as he looks at me.

"I thought... I couldn't... these were the hardest two weeks of my entire life. I- I lost my will to- oh Stiles! I'm just so glad you're okay!" Derek leans his forehead against mine and we bask in each others company for a few moments. "Have you met the children?" He asks, pulling away only slightly. I shake my head.