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Derek (surlier) wrote,

There were so many conflicting scents coming out of the living room while Derek and Boyd cleaned up in the kitchen. He didn't miss the looks that Isaac was throwing them. Not envious, not jealous, but hopeful. His scent was hopeful.

Whether he was hoping to have a mate of his own, or of having the two of them take care of him through his presentation and heats, Derek couldn't tell. Neither of those were things he could help with though. And what he could do? "We'll have to swap out watching over Isaac when he presents. We can take shifts, but he'll need someone to keep an eye on him.

"And if you think you or Erica might want to fuck him through it, get his consent now. Not when he's already in." If they decided to, and if Isaac decided he wanted that, it was up to them to make that decision. Derek wouldn't force it.


After they all left, he settled on the couch next to his mate. As much as pack time was good, this was good too, and his hand worked under he borrowed shirt to rub over Stiles' belly, fingertips teasing at the line of dark hair that ran south of his navel. "We will, after. He won't get pregnant befor you," Derek said quietly. Stiles had to get pregnant first. Their pups had priority.

"Now what's worrying you? Is it Scott? If they are mates -- it's fine. They'll decide what they want to do, and we'll support them." It was as easy as that when it came to mates.

"And if not, we'll figure something out. Something that doesn't include inviting Isaac into our bed."