Drabbly-Dos

Worm Woes

Main Pairing : Derek Hale /Stiles Stilinski

Peter had intended to ask his nephew something important, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was when faced with the hilarious scene before him.

Derek was in the hallway, begging his mate to let him back into their room, the layer of mountain ash preventing him from simply breaking down the door.

"Stiles, please open the door..."

"No! Assholes who no longer love their husbands don't get to come in here!"

"That is not what I said!"

"It was heavily implied!"

Derek sighed and ran a hand down his face

"Stiles, baby, don't you think you're being a little too emotional about this?"

"I'm pregnant, I can be as emotional about things as I want to, especially when it comes out that my baby daddy is a speciesist Jackass!"

At this point, the laughter Peter had been trying to hold in came busting out, gaining intensity at the red-eyed glare from his nephew.

"Jesus Derek," Peter said as he wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes," what on earth did you say to him?"

"He asked me if I'd still love him if he was a worm. I told him of course I would, but that a worm him wouldn't be able to sleep in our bed, and he threw me out of our bedroom!"

"Because what you said clearly means you hate me!" Stiles shouted from inside the bedroom.

"That is not....I just....Peter help!"

The older man sighed before shooing his nephew out of the hallway and leaning against the wall. He started to feel concerned when sniffles could be heard from the other side. He didn't like his favorite packmate being upset, even if the reasoning was a tad ridiculous.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Yeah I guess so....where's Derek?"

"Oh, I sent him outside," Peter said with a hint of mischief in his voice," he's probably going to sleep in the garden.....with the OTHER worms."

Five seconds later the mountain ash scattered as the door slammed open, revealing a very pregnant, very pissed off, glowing-eyed Spark.

"Oh HELL no, those little garden hoes aren't invading my territory," he growled before pushing past Peter and running down the hall shouting "Get your slimy mitts off my werewolf, worms!"

Peter stood there for a few minutes before shaking his head and heading downstairs to the kitchen, thinking every step of the way about how much he loved his crazy ass family.