teen wolf stories

small bump || s.s.

Under the feeling of incredibly annoying pain, I was forced to gape my eyes open, gazing at the dark room's ceiling. It went away as quickly as it started, so I wriggled a little, in hopes to find a better position to sleep, only to, once more, be struck by a new wave of acheness on my back. This time I couldn't hold in the sort of loud moan that slipped past my lips.

Rather slowly, I sat upright on the bed and tried to massage what I could to ease the pain, not that it was much, since I was very much huge due to the late stage of my pregnancy. Oh fuck. The pregnancy! Shit! These could only be the labour contractions, since I was about a week late from my due date. Should I be happy he finally decided to come out? Ugh, no. This freaking hurts. And it's three a.m., for Christ's sake.

OH MY FREAKING HELL, I'M HAVING A BABY!

Alright, Y/N, calm down. No need to panic. It isn't like there's a seven pound baby on its way to wreck your vagina. Breathe. One, two, three.

"Oh well, to hell with this." I grunted, patting an asleep Stiles on the shoulder. "Stiles, sweetie, wake up!"

No response.

"Baby?"

Not even a flinch.

"Stiles Stilinski wake up!"

Since not one of my tender approaches seemed to work, I decided that drastic situations called for drastic measures. My husband needed to wake up right the fuck now, because I wouldn't be too late for the drugs.

"Mieczyslaw fucking Stilinski, you better wake up right the fuck now because I am giving birth to your goddamned son!" I screamed at my full lung capacity, adrenaline coursing through my veins alongside the sharp pain that stung into my lower belly and back.

"What happened? Is someone robbing the house?! I got a baseball bat in the closet!" He mumbled out clumsily, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

Okay, I got to admit, if we were in a different situation, and I was not in this god forsaken pain, I might have laughed at the cute way he acted under pressure. Well, if I am to be honest, I would be rolling side to side on the floor. However, it wasn't, so I would have to keep my shit together. Come on, breathe and count backwards from ten. Ten... Nine...

"Stiles, baby, I think the time has come."

"Darling, don't get me wrong, but... What the damn hell? It's three in the morning, woman, we both should be asleep. It's not time for anything."

"Why in the whole world have I married you, huh?" Sighing, I rolled my eyes and picked up where I had left off before he was able to shoot me a snarky remark. "If you don't know, I'm pregnant. And now I think the time has come to, you know, have the baby."

Stiles, who was still currently lying motionless on the floor, swiftly widened his adorable brown eyes and got up. But, instead of doing something useful to help me, he started pacing back and forth across our shared bedroom, eyebrows knitted together. Oh my good lord, what exactly did I do to deserve this?

"Stiles, honey please stop pacing before I rip your dick off." I interjected, clenching my jaw to prevent a painful groan to slip. The contractions were getting slightly closer together, not too much that it would get me worried. Stiles stood by me, his hands stroking my belly fondly, eliciting a smile from me. "I'm sorry for the tantrum, it's just... It hurts. A lot! Can you go to the baby's room and get his stuff? I packed a few days ago, when I thought I would be giving birth."

"That's okay, hun."

With a quick peck on my lips, Stiles nodded and disappeared through the tall wooden door, leaving me alone in the room. I decided I shouldn't waste any more time just standing there, thus I went to get myself dressed in something comfy, but fitable for a hospital. Of course I would have to wear those awful gowns once I got there, but I could still look a little nice.