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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

Stiles really was just trying to be reassuring. He knew as well as Derek that once they had their first child, it was going to be difficult for him to be away from it. Not just because he was a parent, but instinctively he was going to need to be near their baby as much as he could be. To feed it and soothe it and scent it the way only he could. Derek's role would be similar but different, too. A different scent, a different way of soothing. The omega in Stiles would need to be there, with both of them. But right now that wouldn't help Scott.

He was glad Derek was still here, and that he was so honest and easy about discussing things. Things that he had been brought up just knowing, he was happy to share and teach to the other wolves, even if they weren't his pack. Stiles had always loved that about him, even before he really loved him.

He flushed at the way his scent was described, the intimacy of Derek's association, something so special. "Derek smells like fall. His scent reminds me of the leaves turning, when mom and I would go out looking for the first gold ones," Stiles added gently, his own cheeks flushed from the memories and the perfection that was his mate. "I don't want to shift and roll around in it, though. Maybe I want it all over me- but I don't think I want to be a wolf."

"But your- your kids will be wolves if you are. You might never have a wolf pup-"

Stiles shrugged, looking at Derek. "They'll still be ours. Still be our pack. Still be little Hales," he beamed. "Oh, shit, if I change my surname I can still be called Stiles, right?" he asked, the sudden thought making him genuinely worried for a second. "Maybe I'll keep Stilinski as a middle name and then we don't need to worry. It's fine. I'll be like M Night Shyamalan." He talked himself in a circle, seemed satisfied, then looked between Scott and Derek.

"You got anymore questions, Scotty? We're both here, we might as well get it all out."

"I- no. I don't know," Scott frowned. "I can't believe you're claimed and- I can't believe he's your mate. And you're going to have kids. And I- no, actually, I don't wanna know how or what goes on or...anything."

"Hey. My biology is awesome. I'm all the good stuff," Stiles protested, though lightly. Scott didn't mean any offence. Stiles didn't want to know about Scott's sex life, either.