Teen Wolf Imagines

Derek•Maternal Instincts

It was quite alarming to wake up to loud footsteps inside the loft I share with my husband, Derek. I open my eyes, only to be alarmed with a shining light, which caused me to squint slightly. I look to the door and what I see causes me to get out of bed as fast as I possibly could. Derek was stumbling toward the middle of the room. He was all bloodied and torn up. I rush over to him to help stabilize his walking. I try to hold him as close as possible, but I find it complicated with a 7 month pregnant stomach. I soon get him to lay on out bed and I sit next to him, never breaking eye contact.

"Derek, babe, what have you done?"

"There was a fight," he said as if speaking was hurting him, "it was at the old abandoned mall. It was a brutal fight. I was fighting an alpha called Ennis and we fell from the third story onto the escalator." He tried to move a little which only caused him more pain. I caress his cheek lightly with a concerned look on my face. I get up from my seat on the bed and rush to dampen a cloth. I bring the wet cloth back to Derek and start wiping the blood away. I could see the cut visibly healing, but they were extremely slow. After seeing how slowly he was healing I started getting even more worried. I start to wipe the blood away quicker than before. I start wiping blood off of his face, trying not pay attention to anything else.

"Honey? Hey, beautiful?" He said looking me in the eyes. He grabs my frantic hands and pulls it away from his face. "You're smothering." He said with a slight smile.

"I'm sorry, Der. My 'maternal instincts' are kicking in. This pregnancy is really spiking up my hormones."

"Well, I know for a fact that you will make a great mother." He took my hand and kissed the backside of it. "I think I'm gonna sleep on the couch, baby. I don't want to accidentally bleed on you while I'm still healing."

"No, Derek, if you want to sleep separate for tonight, I'll sleep on the couch." I started slowly getting up and walking toward the couch. I felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me from walking. I turn to see Derek sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Um no sir, Derek, lay back down. You need to heal."

"Babe, you're 7 months pregnant with our baby. You take the bed. You need the most comfort. I'm fine with the couch."

"Hey," I walk up to him and stand between his legs. He put a hand on my swollen stomach and looked up into my eyes. "How about I bandage you up to keep you from bleeding on everything, and we sleep in the same bed. All three of us. You, me and the baby."

"Deal." He smiled. After he was bandaged, we laid down in bed and got comfortable. I laid on my back and he was on his side with one hand on my stomach. "Goodnight (Y/N)," he gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "goodnight baby." He said as he left a kiss on my stomach.

The next day the rest of the pack was informed Derek was alive. They had all decided to come over to check on him. After Derek and I ate breakfast, there was a knock on the door. While Derek was washing our plates, I got up to answer the door. Scott, Stiles, and Isaac greeted me and walked into the loft.

"Hey Derek, are you all healed up?" Scott asked.

"Ye-"

I cut Derek off by saying, "Nope."

"(Y/N)." Derek said in a slightly stern tone. "I'm completely fine. I healed overnight."

I walked over to him and put my hands on his cheeks. "Derek. I know you healed on the outside, but what about on the inside. You were pretty mutilated last night, babe. You need more time." I pleadingly looked into his eyes. From behind we could hear the boys chuckling. Under my hands I could feel Derek's face heating up slightly. I turn my head and look the the boys and say, "Boys, you are teenagers. Not children. Act your age."

Once Stiles was calm from his laughing fit, though still chuckling, he said, "Sorry, sorry. This is just a first for Derek to be embarrassed." He started laughing again. Derek turned to him and flashed his wolf eyes at Stiles. Stiles was startled causing him to flinch and hide behind Isaac.