[ Ever since they'd found out that Stiles was pregnant-- Jesus, that had been a briefly overwhelming experience on its own-- there's no denying the fact that Derek hasn't quite changed so much as he's just... more focused. He's already fairly tactile with her, though they're not much for the public displays of affection like the rest of the pack are, but he's gotten just a little bit moreso now.
Like now.
He can't exactly blame her for not wanting to move around until noon unless the baby gets her out of bed somehow, so he's more than happy to laze while waiting for her to stir. Head pillowed on one arm, he lays with the other draped over her waist, his hand slipped underneath her shirt so that his fingers are fanned out in the small of her back. Off and on, he slips into a quiet focus, aiming to take away a little of her soreness as he keeps his nose tucked against the curve of her stomach.
It's incredibly ridiculous how he went from panicking for the first week to being completely over the damn moon about this. Kids are important in pack, they're the foundation, and he's having one. He's having one with Stiles, and there are still moments where he's struck with disbelief and has to take a seat. Because he never thought he would get to have this again, never get to have a family that he could watch grow.
[ So. Shotgun talk? Happened. Getting married? Also happened. The last six or so month have kind of been a whirlwind, and Stiles went from dating to pregnant to married in about three of them. Not that she was complaining--she'd suggested a fake proposal and Derek had been right there, as usual, completely surprising her, as usual, and making her fall even harder (as usual). So, instead of just casually living in Derek's nicely renovated loft, she'd officially moved out, and has been more or less nesting ever since.
Which is great, because Derek's risen to the occasion since it's happened. It's an entirely different side of him that she's only gotten to see through others, and it's one of her favorite things about him--Stiles had known for a long time that he'd be a good father, and he was proving her exactly right. Rubbing her feet, taking her pain away, going out at the asscrack of dawn for really weird food; above and beyond the call of duty, to say the least.
When Stiles rouses on a late Sunday morning, her first instinct is to screw her eyes shut tighter and try to fall asleep again. Instead, she just flutters her eyes open, just enough to look down at the sight below her, pretending she's not awake for a little longer. It never works, considering werewolf senses, but she can try.
Finally, she mumbles, voice still half bleary. ] Hear anything exciting?
[ After having enough shotguns forced in his face, Derek was less inclined to have the sheriff's pointed at him. With or without wolfsbane. At the very least, he'd been planning something for quite some time, long before the little slip up that lead to the pregnancy, but this wasn't exactly how he expected to pop the question. Not to say he's complaining, despite the whirlwind of chaos that came with marriage and pregnancy, because he has Stiles.
And they're having a baby. God, he's going to be a dad.
He's going to be a dad, and despite whatever fears that Stiles has had throughout the whole ordeal she's going to be an amazing mom. He took every opportunity to make sure he believed it-- knew it-- and that she had whatever would help her feel at ease during the pregnancy. Even if it meant the strangest food combinations that wreaked havoc on his sense of smell at five o'clock in the morning. If it made her happy, he'd do it.
When he hears the change in her breathing, in her heartbeat, Derek shifts closer to her, his arm hooking around her a little more to allow his hand to slide up her shirt further. He's comfortable and warm, capable of tilting his head just enough to rest his cheek against her stomach as he resettles as if he is actually listening. ]
[ Sleepily, she reaches downwards and threads her fingers into his dark hair, giving a little shake as she tries to clear the sleep from her eyes. Derek's been taking away her pain again-which, sweet, romantic, and Stiles'll never call him out on it, because it's just one of those secret Derek things that she loves about him. If anyone's learned that Derek's kind of an angst s'more (completely with gooey center) then it's definitely Stiles.
She wriggles a little, arching her back up to make it a little easier for Derek's hand, then yawns and looks down at the curve of her stomach. ]
G'morning, nameless, genderless child of mine. [ As far as she currently knows, anyway. It's like the only surprise she could ever drop on Derek, ever. Bam, humanity. ] Morning, less genderless, less nameless husband of mine.
[ Looking up at her from under his brow and staying exactly where he is, he lets out a contented sound in response to the fingers in his hair. The touch is soothing and he can rarely ever resist leaning into her hands-- long, goddamn magical fingers-- even when she's still mostly asleep. His own hand at her back rubs a gentle circle into her spine, following the curve she creates as he watches her.
They could find out about the gender, but if there's one good surprise they can have in their lives? He's all right with this one.
A chuff leaves him, and he tips his head up to press his lips to her stomach in a soft kiss. ]
I am more than the totally awesome kid in my stomach, where's my kiss? [ A smile quirks onto her face, lopsided, as she quips to hide the stupid dokis beat her heart skips. It's been a couple months since, but it's still weird--her nickname loses it's validity otherwise, so everyone's still calling her Stilinski, anyway, so she's not exactly used to being. Y'know. Mrs. Derek Hale.
She gives a light tug of the hand in his hair, but the other one finds his neck, thumb pressing gently against his pulse. ]
Kid's in the way. Better get used to that, we've got a minimum of eighteen years to deal with it. [ Still, Derek starts to unwind from where he's curled himself up around her, practically molding himself to her shape from her stomach down. He hears the skip, but he doesn't point it out and instead focuses on moving to settle his weight on his elbow so he can at least sit up a little with the tug in his hair.
But the press at his neck slows him, and he brings his hand out from her shirt, covering her and pressing it into his pulse. It's a lot of trust, a lot of meaning behind it, and it makes him smile just a little more as he looks down at her. ]
It's going to be payback for the little hellion I was for my dad. [ She meets him halfway, sitting up with a little "oomph" noise and returning the smile, warm and affectionate for just a minute.
Her big bad wolf, indeed. Once she's gotten comfortable, she leans in to kiss him properly, slow and sweet, and pulls back just enough to mumble against his lips. ] Happy Sunday.
Was? [ There are some moments where Derek knows Stiles would rather do things for herself, and so he simply remains poised in case she does want his help to sit upright. But when she's settled, he leans in towards her, smile quirking even more at the corners. It's good natured teasing, and his expression is a little more than simply affectionate.
So he kisses her back, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles gently as he does, genuinely happy. Because this is his little red, and this is just theirs. As she pulls back, he stays close, tipping his chin just enough to deliver a quick, soft peck. ] Happy Sunday. How're you feeling?
Ooh, nevermind, I am taking those kisses back. You taste like morning breath anyway. [ Still, she's grinning, and Stiles shifts away from the little peck after a second, glancing over at the window. It's bright as hell outside, and clearly her body's decided it'd be a great time to sleep until noon--maybe they'll just get lucky and the baby will be more like Derek and less like Stiles, which means much, much quieter.
Stiles doubts that. She really does. Poor kid.
Wrinkling her nose, she glances at Derek before dropping back against the pillows with a soft thump. ] Fine, I guess. Everything that usually hurts hurts but what else is new. [ A hand absently comes down to rest on the curve of her stomach, and she scoots out of the way, making enough room for Derek if he wants to come back. ]
I'm sure I do. [ Except where he doesn't. But Derek laughs softly at her as she shifts back, watching her rather than looking anywhere else. It's not exactly new-- he's always kept his focus on Stiles, almost like it's drawn to her-- but it's decidedly softer these days, and honestly sometimes he's a little in awe of... well, everything that comes with her.
As she settles again, he quirks a wider smile down at her before he moves to her again, immediately drawn much like his focus often is. He finds just the right spot where they fit together, laying on his side and tucking the lower half of his face against her shoulder as he brings a hand up to settle over hers.
Though black fills his veins after a moment, it doesn't take the visual indicator to give away the fact he's at it again. ]
I would've stayed in bed the whole time like you so decreed I do on Sundays, but you were out cold so.
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I'll eventually get to that last one. BI
Like now.
He can't exactly blame her for not wanting to move around until noon unless the baby gets her out of bed somehow, so he's more than happy to laze while waiting for her to stir. Head pillowed on one arm, he lays with the other draped over her waist, his hand slipped underneath her shirt so that his fingers are fanned out in the small of her back. Off and on, he slips into a quiet focus, aiming to take away a little of her soreness as he keeps his nose tucked against the curve of her stomach.
It's incredibly ridiculous how he went from panicking for the first week to being completely over the damn moon about this. Kids are important in pack, they're the foundation, and he's having one. He's having one with Stiles, and there are still moments where he's struck with disbelief and has to take a seat. Because he never thought he would get to have this again, never get to have a family that he could watch grow.
And here he is now. ]
huhuhu ♥
Which is great, because Derek's risen to the occasion since it's happened. It's an entirely different side of him that she's only gotten to see through others, and it's one of her favorite things about him--Stiles had known for a long time that he'd be a good father, and he was proving her exactly right. Rubbing her feet, taking her pain away, going out at the asscrack of dawn for really weird food; above and beyond the call of duty, to say the least.
When Stiles rouses on a late Sunday morning, her first instinct is to screw her eyes shut tighter and try to fall asleep again. Instead, she just flutters her eyes open, just enough to look down at the sight below her, pretending she's not awake for a little longer. It never works, considering werewolf senses, but she can try.
Finally, she mumbles, voice still half bleary. ] Hear anything exciting?
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And they're having a baby. God, he's going to be a dad.
He's going to be a dad, and despite whatever fears that Stiles has had throughout the whole ordeal she's going to be an amazing mom. He took every opportunity to make sure he believed it-- knew it-- and that she had whatever would help her feel at ease during the pregnancy. Even if it meant the strangest food combinations that wreaked havoc on his sense of smell at five o'clock in the morning. If it made her happy, he'd do it.
When he hears the change in her breathing, in her heartbeat, Derek shifts closer to her, his arm hooking around her a little more to allow his hand to slide up her shirt further. He's comfortable and warm, capable of tilting his head just enough to rest his cheek against her stomach as he resettles as if he is actually listening. ]
Just the heartbeat.
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She wriggles a little, arching her back up to make it a little easier for Derek's hand, then yawns and looks down at the curve of her stomach. ]
G'morning, nameless, genderless child of mine. [ As far as she currently knows, anyway. It's like the only surprise she could ever drop on Derek, ever. Bam, humanity. ] Morning, less genderless, less nameless husband of mine.
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They could find out about the gender, but if there's one good surprise they can have in their lives? He's all right with this one.
A chuff leaves him, and he tips his head up to press his lips to her stomach in a soft kiss. ]
Afternoon, wife of mine.
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dokisbeat her heart skips. It's been a couple months since, but it's still weird--her nickname loses it's validity otherwise, so everyone's still calling her Stilinski, anyway, so she's not exactly used to being. Y'know. Mrs. Derek Hale.She gives a light tug of the hand in his hair, but the other one finds his neck, thumb pressing gently against his pulse. ]
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But the press at his neck slows him, and he brings his hand out from her shirt, covering her and pressing it into his pulse. It's a lot of trust, a lot of meaning behind it, and it makes him smile just a little more as he looks down at her. ]
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Her big bad wolf, indeed. Once she's gotten comfortable, she leans in to kiss him properly, slow and sweet, and pulls back just enough to mumble against his lips. ] Happy Sunday.
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So he kisses her back, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles gently as he does, genuinely happy. Because this is his little red, and this is just theirs. As she pulls back, he stays close, tipping his chin just enough to deliver a quick, soft peck. ] Happy Sunday. How're you feeling?
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Stiles doubts that. She really does. Poor kid.
Wrinkling her nose, she glances at Derek before dropping back against the pillows with a soft thump. ] Fine, I guess. Everything that usually hurts hurts but what else is new. [ A hand absently comes down to rest on the curve of her stomach, and she scoots out of the way, making enough room for Derek if he wants to come back. ]
Enjoy your manly man workout?
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As she settles again, he quirks a wider smile down at her before he moves to her again, immediately drawn much like his focus often is. He finds just the right spot where they fit together, laying on his side and tucking the lower half of his face against her shoulder as he brings a hand up to settle over hers.
Though black fills his veins after a moment, it doesn't take the visual indicator to give away the fact he's at it again. ]
I would've stayed in bed the whole time like you so decreed I do on Sundays, but you were out cold so.