What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"Uh," Scott patted him gently on the back and pulled away. "I guess I'll hang around a bit. But I've gotta go take food to mom later and stop by the clinic to do some paperwork-" he pulled a face. "It's not even a real job, yet. I don't get why I have to do paperwork-"
Stiles appreciated that Scott was trying to be cool about everything now, and he coaxed him gently into the loft. He could see from Scott's impression that he sensed something in the scent he picked up, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.
"So you guys are gonna live here? Are you moving in?" Scott asked, with almost the same expression Stiles expected his dad to have if he was standing where Scott was.
"Not yet, but yeah, we'll be here for a little while," Stiles shrugged. "I told Derek we had until the first pup could walk, but I think dad's been threatening him quietly because he's been seeing a realtor."
"Huh. Yeah. But it's a great place. I mean, you can have amazing college parties here-" Scott continued, his eyes lighting up.
"Whilst I'm with child and my husband is sleeping in another room?" Stiles laughed. "I'm sorry, man. I'm pretty set that college is gonna be juggling lectures and morning sickness."
"You could hold off a while," Scott said, his frown returning slightly.
"We could, yeah, but I think I'd go mental," Stiles lowered his voice, even though he was sure that Derek would be able to hear, even if he tried not to. "I need do, Scott. Now I've found him-" his hand moved to his belly, feeling that soft ache of emptiness. "I need to. I want to be pregnant. I want to start our family. I have this ache right here where I know our child should be."
Scott's face did an odd thing, an expression that Stiles couldn't read and had no apparently reference for. He was flummoxed, but Scott was wandering around the loft, looking about him as though he'd never been there before.