What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"I'll get a couple of brochures from school on Monday, they want our applications in like, now, but I've been procrastinating."
He smiled when Derek agreed to their names as parents. "Are you more keen on daddy or papa? I kinda think papa Derek and daddy Stiles sounds better, daddy Derek kinda sounds like you're a porn star," Stiles grinned. "But we can think about it nearer the time. Plus, it'd be kinda weird if I wanted to start calling you 'daddy' and our pups were, too-" he winked.
Stiles' smile softened at Derek's words; he knew that Derek didn't just love him or want him because he'd been a virgin. "I just want to know. I mean, I guess it is mostly because of- he's worried and everything you said, but I don't want him to think he has any say over me. I don't want him being shitty because he thinks I should be in his pack. Or if he should be the one finding a mate for me-"
He moved his head so that Derek could kiss his jaw, softening, relaxing into his mate's embrace. "I think you should talk to him first. You're better at it. I'll just end up fighting with him and we won't get anything done." Stiles laughed gently at Derek's teasing, nudging him gently.
His laughter slipped away again, another frown on his face. "You think it'll make me feel like that? It's just supposed to stop me getting pregnant, I don't think it could make me feel- I mean-" Stiles looked away, his eyes anywhere but on his mate. "I don't want to go to him and have him tell me something's wrong. I don't want him to tell us we shouldn't have children because I'm crazy or because- because of something else. Or-" he let out a gasp as Derek's hands ran down his sides and he was pulled closer. "I don't want to know if something is really wrong. Or if I have to come off of it- Derek, what if I have to come off of it?"