Derek: Derek had wanted to go out to dinner to celebrate finding out that you were three months pregnant. It was a particularly warm and sunny day and instead of taking the car, the two of you decided to walk the small way to the restaurant. As soon as you left the porch, Derek's arm never left your shoulders.
Whenever someone would walk past, he would place you behind him until they were a far enough distance away. When someone you knew or someone would just be polite said hi, he growled in a low voice that you were sure that the person more than likely heard. "Stop," You whispered under your breath for him to hear. He shook his head no. "Seriously, you can't growl at people. That's weird!"
"I'm just taking precaution." He replied, pulling you behind him again as another couple people strolled past. It just so happened that Scott was walking towards you without noticing who you were and accidently bumped into your shoulder.
Derek growled wildly, grabbing Scott by the collar of his shirt. "Watch where you're going, Scott!"
You gripped onto Derek's arm trying to get him to let go as passerby's started to stare. "I'm fine, stop, Derek. It was an accident! Let him go!" You finally pulled hard enough and Derek dropped Scott who glared at him, apologized to you and walked away. "That was fantastic, Derek! You don't have to be so protective!"
"That's too bad."
Scott: It was the last Lacrosse game in Scott's high school career. Earlier in the day, you had gone to your doctor to see why you'd been so sick lately. Just before the game started, you pulled Scott to the side and told him that you were five weeks pregnant. His smile widened as he kissed you before running off to the field where the team was gathered.
In the bleachers you were squished between several people. Lydia and Allison continuously grabbed you as Beacon Hills scored more and more. People behind you kept bumping into your back and the ones in front of you almost hit you several times. You noticed that Scott wasn't paying too much attention to the game anymore and was glaring at all of the people that were bothering you.
After the game was over, Scott came running through the crowd, pulling you away from everyone in a rush. "Are you okay?" He murmured, brushing your hair away from your face. You smiled and nodded. "I was worried that someone would knock you down and -,"
"Scott, I'm not even showing! It's nobody's fault, they didn't even know! Besides, it's always like this." Scott nodded, pecking your forehead lightly.
Isaac: Isaac was shaking so badly when you had gotten into the car to head over to your parents' house for dinner that you had to drive. He was nervous that your family wouldn't approve of the baby and would make you get rid of it. Isaac constantly reach over to place is rough hand over top of your barely showing stomach. All of the what if's running through his head had no effect on you. You knew that your family would be okay with it, because they all loved the two of you together. In fact, your mother just asked you last week when she'd be getting grandchildren.
Once you arrived at the house, Isaac's hand never left your stomach as his other gripped onto your waist as he led you straight to the table, not allowing anyone to hug or kiss you as you entered the door. Instead of taking your normal seat in between your brother and Isaac, he placed you on the end of the table and sat next to your brother himself. "What are you doing?" You hissed in a whisper as he rubbed your stomach again.
"Nothing," He replied, you rolled your eyes at his behavior. "So, uh, Y/N and I have news for you all."
"We're having a baby!" You squealed, jumping up from your seat. Your mom laughed as she reached in for a hug, but before she could Isaac grabbed your waist and pulled you backwards. "Stop being over protective, I'm barely even showing and this is my family. They won't hurt me."
Isaac grumbled under his breath but none-the-less allowed your family to hug you and him too.
Stiles: When you woke up earlier than Stiles during your sixth month of pregnancy, you decided to make him breakfast in bed. Slowly stepping out of bed with your swollen stomach, you lifted yourself up and went down to the kitchen. Only after getting the ingredients to make food, Stiles came rushing down the steps in a hurry. "What're you doing up so early?" He asked, taking the carton of eggs from you.
"I was going to make you breakfast." You replied, trying to get the carton back from him.
"You go sit down, I'll make food." He said, getting ready to start cracking the eggs into a small bowl to be mixed.
"Okay, I'll go start the laundry then." You got up from your seat at the kitchen table and went to leave the room.
"No! I'll do that to." Stiles sat you back down on the chair, returning back to the counter to finish cooking.
"Alright I'll just-," Stiles shook his head, pointing for you to stay in your seat. "Stiles, I'm six months pregnant. Not nine, I can still do things for myself!" You shouted, standing from the seat once again. "And even if I was nine months, I'm not on bed rest and I'm healthy as can be during pregnancy! I'm a big girl and I can do things too!"
"I, I know you can. I just don't want anything to happen, Y/N. I don't want you to over work yourself and have to be on bed rest any time. I'm sorry." His cheeks reddened as you leaned across the counter to kiss him.
