Sterek Mpreg (Hiatus)

Chapter 2

Stiles*

I woke up to a terrible pain in my ass, thanks to Derek. Suddenly I felt a rush of nausea I sprinted to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before throwing up. Derek quickly got up and came to my side.

"What's wrong Stiles?" He said in his sexy morning voice furrowing his fluffy eyebrows and putting a hand on my shoulder. It took me a while to answer because I threw up again right before answering.

"I don't know I just woke up then threw up." He furrowed his eyebrows even further- I don't know how that's possible but he did- and tilted his head looking like a confused puppy, which technically he is. I can tell he is thinking- he has his thinking face on. He must've come to a conclusion because he looked like a literal lightbulb just went off in his head.

"Stiles, I think you either have the flue, or you're... pregnant." We shared a look of concern before bolting into our bedroom changing and getting into the Camaro to go to the drug store. It was a very silent car ride. We arrived at the drug store looking at each other with worried eyes before casually getting out of the car like I wasn't-possibly- a pregnant guy. We got to the aisle looks of confusion from all the girls in that aisle- which not only had pregnancy tests but also had pads, tampons, birth control pills, and anti-rape underwear (which I didn't know existed, probably because I'm a guy and I couldn't possibly be a rape victim even though I am a two time rape victim thanks to Peter and Jackson.) I decided to just not give a fuck about the looks I was getting and grabbed the anti-rape underwear and the pregnancy test. THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK. Derek looked confused as what else I grabbed until I showed him and he obviously remembered because he got all grumpy and awkward. We got to the check out and the lady looked confused before saying-

"Which one of your girlfriend are these for?" Derek and I shared a what do we say look before he said-

"Mine." Which I got pissed off at because the Patricia-i looked at her name tag- thought it HAD to be for a girl, I mean I understand for the pregnancy test but the anti-rape undies could be and are for a guy. I wasn't going to say anything but I got even more pissed off at the look she gave me and I couldn't keep it back. I took Elsa's advice and "LET IT GO!"

"Actually the anti-rape underwear are for me." I said it as sassy as humanly possible which caused an over-the-shoulder smirk from Derek. Patricia looked shocked but but on a fake as fuck smile which made me want to slap that bitch, also because she winked at Derek and kept looking at him even when she "dropped" the test and made sure her giant fake boobs were showing.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I don't know if the sorry was for assuming or because she figured out my whole rape story, either way I still hat that bitch. I almost said "you should be" but was stopped by her talking to Derek OF COURSE.

"Here you go hot stuff that'll be $15 even." HOT STUFF...HOT STUFF PATRICIA YOU ARE GONNA FUCKING DIE. Derek noticed me tense and quickly paid and tried helplessly to get me out of there but he failed miserably because I couldn't help it and-

"YOU KNOW WHAT PATRICIA HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND BOTH- THE PREGNANCY TEST AND THE ANTI-RAPE UNDERWEAR-ARE FOR ME YOU BITCH! SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU SLUTTY-ASS FAKE-BOOB WHORE!" I yelled causing her to look shocked. I, not giving her time to "apologize", stormed out of the store going back in after I wanted to say something else. "AND ANOTHER THING PATRICIA I FUCKING HATE YOUR NAME IT SOUNDS LIKE IT SHOULD BE PATRICK'S SISTER'S REAL NAME!" and with that I left and hopped into the Camaro and hurried Derek to get the fuck out of there.