Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 36

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

Stiles curled up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. His hand rested gently against my stomach, his touch grounding.

"You're not alone in this, Jacks," he whispered.

I exhaled, relaxing slightly against him.

"I know."

Boston let out another tiny sigh in his sleep, and I felt my chest tighten—not with fear, but with love.

Tomorrow would be a challenge.

But I wasn't facing it alone.

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Jackson's Pov

August 19th, 2024

It was just after 4:15 a.m. when I jolted awake. Not because Boston was crying, not because Stiles had moved or the house had made some weird creaking noise—no, it was something deeper. Something in me.

My skin felt electric, like static was crawling just beneath the surface. I could feel it in my spine, in the way my jaw ached, like my teeth were preparing to shift even though I hadn't even moved yet.

The full moon wasn't even above the horizon yet, but my body knew.

I turned slowly toward the bassinet next to our bed, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. Boston was still asleep, curled up in a tiny ball, his little hands tucked under his chin. His breathing was steady. Peaceful. Completely unaware of what was happening around him—or inside him.

I sat up carefully, the sheets rustling just enough to stir Stiles beside me. He groaned, shifting onto his side.

"Jackson?"

"I'm okay," I said quietly, even though I wasn't sure that was entirely true.

His hand reached across the bed, brushing against my back. "Is it starting already?"

I nodded once. "Yeah. I can feel it."

Stiles propped himself up on one elbow, blinking through the dim morning light. "Is it bad?"

I hesitated. "It's... manageable. But it's stronger than usual."

He didn't say anything for a second, then sat up completely. "You think it's because of Boston?"

I turned toward the bassinet again, unable to look away from our son. "I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe it's just because I'm on edge."

"Jackson," Stiles said gently, "you've been on edge for days. You haven't slept longer than two hours at a time. You've barely eaten. Your instincts are in overdrive and it's understandable. This is his first full moon."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I just... I don't know what to expect."

I stood slowly and padded over to the bassinet, placing a hand on the edge and looking down at Boston. His little face was so soft, so calm. There was no sign of tension, no shift in his scent, no outward sign that the moon was affecting him at all.

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing that nothing's happened yet?" I asked, not looking away from him.

Stiles joined me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "I think it's just a thing. He's three weeks old. Preemie. It might not trigger anything. Or it might later. But either way, we're prepared."