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63|| Derek 🐺

Derek

When we got to Abbie's house, she left us to go shower and with strict instructions to order Chinese food from the place across town and not the one on the corner, because that place made her sick. She also wanted a bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and onion rings.

When I forced myself to finally go talk to her, I had known for a week she was pregnant. I thought Scott and Stiles were trying to protect her or something, but then they all said it. They found out at the school when they were attacked there.

After that, I had Scott ask his mom how far along she was, and did the math. I wanted to storm over right then, but there was no way I would've been able to have a conversation. I was too pissed and confused.

How could she be pregnant and not tell me?! At first I thought it might not be mine and part of me still thinks that. Part of me is also wondering if this guy is the dad.

Stiles mentioned her friend Damon was in town. The same friend she told them to call when she went to the hospital and the same friend who hasn't left her side since. Could he be the dad? Has she slept with anyone since she's been in Beacon Hills?

"Dude, if you even think about hurting her, I'll rip your throat out." I look over at Damon, who's studying the takeout menus. None of us have said a word, besides Abbie's demands.

I don't like the not knowing in all this. First was whether she was supernatural or not, now it's whether I'm going to be a dad. How has one girl caused so many problems, and all of them affect me?

He looks over at me, his eyes turning to slits. "You have a murdery look in your eyes. I don't like that. So either fix your face or get out. Trust me, you don't want to get on her bad side." I scoff, taking a sip of the beer he gave me.

I wanted to refuse, thinking he might've poisoned it, but the way I'm feeling right now? I didn't really care.

"Well how else am I supposed to feel? I've tried protecting her with this Deadpool, just to find out she's having my kid?!" I watch his reaction, waiting to see if he'll argue with me on it. If this is his kid, then I have no reason to be here.

Neither of them corrected me at the hospital, and Abbie even admitted it, but some sick, twisted part of me wonders if it's his, but she's choosing the lesser of the two evils.

"Forcing her to take your protection isn't going to work. You have to let her think you're not, and then do it behind her back." Well I knew that. I've been doing it for a week now, or at least trying.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm not in a killing mood." Abbie sighs. We both look at her, noticing all she's done is change into different scrubs.

"Before you say anything.. I have to go back to the hospital. Dr.Geyer called and they're swamped." She turns towards me. "I'd rather we never have this conversation, but if you insist, you can come back this weekend." She walks into the kitchen, grabbing her keys and bag.

"There's a bounty on you and my kid. I'm going with you." She groans, storming past me. Damon shoots me a 'what the fuck' look. "I said do it behind her back, not tell her as she leaves!" He hisses, following Abbie out of the house.

Whatever, I'm not playing her stupid little games. I've had it with her keeping secrets. Until she talks to me, I'm not leaving her side. Well, I'm not leaving her side till this Deadpool is over.

Abbie locks up, heading towards her car when Damon grabs her. "We're taking my car." She scoffs, jerking her arm away.

If they're not together, and it's not his baby.. what is their dynamic? He doesn't seem threatened by me, not that I've given him a reason.