When Your Best Friend's Arch Enemy Is A Tall Hot Werewolf

Surprise Of A Life Time

Mason's P.O.V.
4 years later

I sat up with a gasp and hurriedly scrambled to get out of bed. I only succeed in hurling all over the side of the bed. I felt Brett sit up lightning fast and slide up behind me. I only noticed I was crying when he told me to stop crying and that everything was going to be okay. He turned me around and looked down at me with confused, but curious eyes. He brought his hand up to my cheek to wipe away the cold tears.

"What's wrong?" Due to sleep his voice sounded deep and hoarse. It was undeniably sexy and usually tuned me on. I totally would be up for sex if you know I hadn't just puked my guts out.

"I don't know," I whispered knowing he could hear just fine," Maybe it was just something I ate. I got to clean this up."

Before I could get up Brett wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his side of our bed. Our bed, I don't think I'll ever get use to that. "You can lay back down while I clean it up," was all he said before he got up and groggily walked out of the room. Before I knew it he was finished and gliding gracefully up behind me. An arm around my waist to pull me closer and a leg around my own to keep me warm since we were on top of the cover. Without another thought I was dozing off.

This had been our first sign that something was wrong, but we ignored it.

*2 weeks later*

The sickness hadn't disappeared like we thought it would. It hadn't stopped since it had started. I had gone to the doctor but he said nothing was wrong. We realized it must have been something supernatural. I had Brett take me to Scott and Deaton's so that they could check on me and see if there was anything that could be done.

"Do you know what's wrong?" I asked Scott in fear. Brett's arm tightened around me slightly when he must of heard my heartbeat pick up.

"I don't know," Scott said in bewilderment," I've never seen anything like this before."

My eyes widened in fear of what could be wrong with me. I could be dying or I could have cancer or some other equally terrifying thing.

"Don't worry," Dr.Deaton said as he came out from the back with a clipboard and a small smile on his face," I've seen this many times. So have you Scott."

"No I don't think I have doc. What is it?" Scott asked this time in curiosity as he tried to remember.

"Stiles had this." Was Deaton's response as he waited for Scott to figure it out. Just like that Scott's eyes filled with disbelief and his crooked jaw dropped. He turned to stare at Brett and then to me.

"Well? What's wrong?" Brett growled out.

"He's pregnant," Scott squeaked out in fear when Brett took a step towards him. He had learned the hard way that wolves are territorial and less patient when their mate is with child.

I gasped while Brett eyes widen. Deaton's and Scott left soon after to give us privacy. Or at least the illusion of privacy.

"Brett," I mumble opening my arms. Brett practically pounces into leave. Scent marking my neck and rubbing our cheeks together.

I look up at him when he pulled back to see his eyes dropped to my flat stomach. He let a small smile pull at his lips before looking up into my eyes. He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss before pulling back.

"Let's go home," he whispered in my ear like it was a secret.

Time skip

When we got home I took the pills Scott had prescribed to me before we left. Then I let Brett make sweet love to me. As we fell unconscious I dreamed of our future and how it would look.