What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
At least now Scott looked a little abashed. Stiles didn't know if it was because he was very obviously making his choice, being pressed against his mate as he was, or if it was the way Derek was speaking to him. Scott might have been an alpha, but Derek was an Alpha. He had the commanding tone, the control over himself that made him believably intimidating.
"Sh, baby," he cooed, leaning in to press his nose against Derek's neck, then his lips to the same spot. Then he turned his eyes to Scott again.
"Derek and I are going to have a baby," Stiles said, voice and expression soft, though the rest of him was very serious. "Not right now," he added, seeing Scott about to protest. "But in a couple of months, we're gonna make a baby. He's gonna look like Derek. I'm gonna be huge and bitchy and I'm probably gonna eat a lot of weird shit. And I want you to be there for that. I want you to be the person I text from the hospital when I'm in labour telling you I'm never gonna do this again, and have you text back that of course I will, because I'm making a pack with the man I love. I want you to be the guy our kid starts walking towards with his first steps cos he loves his uncle Scott so much. I want you and Melissa to be there with my dad when Derek and I get married. I want you to drunk text me dumbass names you want us to call the next ones."
Stiles' voice wavered slightly, his grip on Derek increasing. But Scott looked completely floored, his mouth open slightly, eyes wide and maybe a little shiny.
"You guys are gonna have a baby?" he asked, as though he'd never heard of anything so miraculous. As though that was the one damn thing needed to win him over. "Can I- can I buy him little shoes? And teach him lacrosse? Will he be a wolf?"
"You can do whatever you like as long as you stop being a jackass," Stiles huffed, reluctantly relinquishing his hold on Derek so that he could offer his best friend a hug.