What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Deaton listened to Derek lay out their plan for beginning their family. It sounded well thought out, but reality was always different.
“Do you think you’ll remember to keep taking your pill during his first heat?” Deaton asked gently. As Stiles’ mate, Derek would be almost as consumed as Stiles then. “There’s nothing I can prescribe for that that wouldn’t make the both of you almost irreparabley miserable. So-“ Deaton paused again. “You’ve claimed him already?” Again he sounded amused. He had no reason to be concerned about the intensity of their relationship. “But yes, that will do it. He’ll smell and taste different to you and everyone else. It may even ease the sensation he feels knowing you’ve claimed him even though he isn’t pregnant. You may even notice from that that he’s with child before any symptoms start. And you’re correct. Just before and after. They would have stopped him ovulating, it’ll be fine.”
Deaton listened to the sound of Derek moving around. “Is there anything else?”
Derek was still gone when Stiles woke up again. He stretched and breathed in the scent of them in the bed, smiling happily. He should call his dad. Use this time alone to let him know about the bite.
His dad was pleased to hear from him, of course, glad he was safe with Derek, as though there were any doubt.
“So, Dad, there’s something else-“
“Are you pregnant?” John asked quickly. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if there been a little ‘accident’ already. Although perhaps one night was a little too soon to tell.
“What? No, dad. We only- we hadn’t-“ Stiles sputtered. “No. No, Derek claimed me last night. But me-“
John was silent for a second. “He turned you?” He asked.
“No. No, just claimed me. I wanted you to know before you saw the mark.”