Unexpected

Chapter Eighteen:Derek You're Much More Than That

This might be my longest sterek story. Mpregs always last long bcuz of the progression of the pregnancy.
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Derek sat in his empty loft reading over one of his mother's old werewolf books. He wanted to figure out a way to contact his mother for advice on being a parent as sad as that sounded. But it had worked before with Laura, before her death, so why not with Derek.

Derek's eyes lit up with excitement he had found exactly what he was looking for. He shot up from his seat and bookmarked the page that he needed. He'd have to get help which meant he'd have to ask Peter. Derek grabbed his phone and dialed Peter's number.

After three rings Peter finally answered, "Hello?"

"Peter, I need your help." Derek cringed at his words but they were true.

"How the tables have turned." Peter chuckled.

"Shut up." Derek grunted, "I've helped you more than enough."

"So?" Peter was starting to sound bored.

"So you owe me." Derek grunted running a hand through his hair.

"What's in it for me?" Peter hummed.

"You get to stab me in the neck with mom's nails." Derek looked down at the book and grimaced.

"Deal, I'll be there in ten." Peter hung up and Derek sighed clutching his phone.

He would've asked Scott or Isaac to do it for him but they weren't his blood relatives therefore the claws wouldn't work on him. Stiles was obviously out of the question, he wasn't a blood relative much to Derek's relief, and he also wasn't a werewolf. Derek was pretty much stuck with his uncle for help whether he liked it or not.

He sighed and looked back down at his phone determining whether or not he should call Stiles. He knew that his boyfriend was in school and calling him would only disturb him, but he was also worried that something could happen to him if he's not checking up on him at least twice a day. He decided that texting him would be reasonable enough.

Derek: Hey, is everything okay?

Stiles: Yup, Noah and I are okay. Class is about to start I'll talk to you later. Love you.

Derek:Love you too.

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Peter arrived in no time and Derek was surprised he actually came. He knew just how selfish Peter could be and him coming to help Derek was a real change in character. Derek had decided he wouldn't question Peter about seeing how his uncle would get defensive and probably leave.

"Let's get this started." Peter grinned.

"Great." Derek smirked, "you first."

Peter looked down at the nails and absolute horror crossed his face. He didn't think through the whole stabbing thing until now. He would have to put his older sister's nails in his own fingers. He looked at Derek mortified at the suggestion of it.

"You're joking." Peter scoffed.

"Why would I joke about this." Derek shook his head frowning, "I wouldn't do this if I didn't think it was important."

"How long do I keep you in there?" Peter huffed.

"An hour." Derek bit his lip watching for his uncle's reaction.

Peter sighed but grabbed the nails knowing just how serious Derek was being. Derek watched as his uncle carefully placed the nails on the table in the perfect arrangement so that he could quickly get them in. Peter took in a deep breath and slammed his fingers down to the nails. The claws stayed in and Peter bit the inside of his cheek holding in the pain.