Teen Wolf Imagines and Preferences

You're Pregnant - Part Two

Isaac :

Isaac had always been responsible and careful when you two... you know. He'd wear a condom, have you on birth control, and pull out before anything happened. So, when you became pregnant, it wasn't a surprise - because it was planned. This was after you had been married 2 years. You were both at the OBGYN and when you were for-sure pregnant, you squealed with joy and wrapped your arms around Issac. 9 months later, you were in a delivery room, holding your baby boy in your arms. He looked like Isaac. You smiled down at him. You had named him after Isaac's dad. Isaac had good memories of him. Before everything started happening.

"Welcome to the world, John..."

Liam - You were currently sitting to bathroom floor, sobbing your eyes out. You were on birth control. You thought you were protected. But- it wasn't enough. You were a pregnant 16 year old. You knew Liam wasn't going to want a baby. So you already had plans for abortion. But, he did have a right to know, right? You decided to wait. Your mother knew. She was angry. Your father hadn't found out yet. You ignored every text Liam sent to your phone. You weren't ready to tell him. You had skipped school, throwing up a lot because of the morning sickness. One week later, there was a knock on your bedroom door. Liam poked his head in.

"Are you okay?! You haven't been responding to any of my texts, You haven't been at school, and no one has heard from you in a week!" He says, immediately coming to sit next to you on your bed. Tears start rolling down your face. You knew you had to tell him. It's now or never.

"I'm pregnant...." You whisper.

"It's my kid, right?" He asks, confused.

"Yes, Liam. It's yours," you say, with a small, weak, laugh.

"Well this is amazing!" He says, standing up, smiling.

"Liam. We're 16!" You cried.

"And we're gonna make great parents. We can get help. We don't have to do this on our own," He kneels down, gently putting a hand on your stomach, "there's a little baby growing in there. And we are going to raise it and give it the best life it could ever hope for. I already know you'll be and amazing mother. We're gonna raise him together," and you did. 1 year later, you were cradling your 3 month old in your arms.

"Told you we could do this," Liam said.

"Yeah. I have a feeling Cory will grow up to be a perfect little boy,"

Derek :

Three years. That's how long it had taken you to finally get pregnant. You and Derek were finally able to make a baby when you were both 26. You had first tried on your 23rd birthday. That's what you wanted - you wanted a child. But it hadn't worked. All the tests came back negative and no baby was born. You had tried a couple weeks ago and were both pacing around the room nervously - waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. When the timer dinged, you raced in the bathroom. All the test you took had said positive with the two red lines. You squealed and jumped into Derek's arms.

"We're gonna have a baby!" He cheered.

"We're gonna have a baby..." You said back. Well. That wasn't true. You had gotten pregnant, yes, but the baby would never come. That was the sad truth. You and Derek were holding hands while the doctor got her machine ready. You were going to finally hear your son or daughter's heartbeat. She put the microphone thing over your stomach. But no sound played through out the room. Your breath caught in your throat as she tested the speakers and microphones to make sure they were in working order. They were.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hale...." She said. Tears started flooding out of your eyes. Derek leaned down to hug you, and you sobbed into his shoulder. All this time trying and when it finally worked - a miscarriage. Three days later a C-Section was performed. You caught a glance of your child, and burst into tears. Two weeks later, tears still came out of your eyes.

"I just wanted a child. Was that too much to ask?" You whimpered as you cuddled into Derek's chest.

"We can always adopt..." He says.

"I want to try again. Just one or two more times. Then we adopt if it still doesn't work," I say. He nods.

"Okay. We'll try again," he says.