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Derek (surlier) wrote,

Derek had paused in the doorway to watch Stiles for a moment, phone moving slightly as he admired the mark Derek had left on him the night before. It was a nice looking mark, high and proud, and not the huge thing that certain alphas preferred, but something normal sized. It wasn't a mark to show off his dominance, it was a mark to show that Stiles had a mate.

"I don't know," he said, quiet and fond. "I think its pretty sexy." How he'd gotten it had been sexy too.

For the first time, he wished that he had a tray, something to help him carry all the food into the bedroom, but he managed by having one large bowl for the fruit, and two smaller plates for the eggs and bacon. They didn't need to eat off separate dishes, ultimately, but he did bring a fork for each of them.

"Not like we haven't been burning off calories." And it wasn't like they weren't going to burn off more before the day was done.

"I called Deaton while you were snoozing. You called your dad?" He asked as he sat down beside Stiles on the bed, and spread the dishes out in front of them. In a little cup, tucked in the bowl of fruit was Stiles' pill. Derek handed it to him first.

"And I did ask him -- pill's safe to take, even if you are pregnant. It won't hurt anything." That was -- the was the important part, even if the tops of his cheeks flushed a little in pleasure at the thought of their child already growing within Stiles.

"I asked him about being sad too, and he said it's not abnormal. That -- you have a new set of instincts too. And of course you want to provide," he added, leaning over to kiss the tip of his shoulder, and then his bite mark. "And you're going to. I know you are."