I love a good mpreg … Derek whispered, bringing their foreheads together. Stiles let out a moan, before he let out a sob and curled into himself as much as he could with his swollen stomach. Stiles beamed brightly as he watched how careful Derek was being; as if the alpha was terrified of breaking the tiny baby he was holding. "What?" ", "It's alright," Derek shrugged, "you didn't know. "What are you talking about Stiles?" Stiles hung up and lowered his head against the pillows, rubbing his stomach, wincing as there was another twinge of pain...another contraction.

Within another two contractions it was crowning and another two the baby's head slipped free. "Just my back hurting, it's been doing that for the last day...It comes and goes." Derek was holding onto him, rubbing his arms. "It passes on from parent to oldest child. Derek rubbed his hands up and down Stiles's arms to warm him. "Okay, Stiles, nice and slow," Melissa coached, and Stiles panted, bearing down carefully, feeling his body working to get the baby out. 'Sit down, relax, be careful, I got it for you'. "Are you sure that you're okay?" Derek asked, and Stiles nodded. Danny's been one of your best friends since he arrived in Beacon Hills, and you've saved each other's lives more times than I can count. "Derek...it hurts," he whimpered, before he let out a loud groan of pain, 'Gah, I can feel the baby's head...I wanna push. Everyone had had a hold of all of the babies (and everyone had got the hang of passing them around), and the room had become quieter. Derek added. Peter closed the door and went and stood beside the bassinets, watching over his nephew's children protectively, knowing there was nothing he could do to help Derek and Melissa, and knowing that he would only freak Stiles out more. "Chris has heard from the hunters he wrote to. Together they walked to the bathroom, or rather; Stiles waddled along while Derek guided him along slowly. Alison said happily. Melissa swore under her breath, "Stiles...do not push at the next contraction...the cord is wrapped around the baby's neck. Stiles knew they were thinking about the possibility of having their own pups. *** Stiles was jerked awake from his sleep by a flutter in his stomach. "Hurts," Stiles frowned, shifting in the bed as much as he could, "I want to move,". Stiles asked, still sounding half asleep, but looking at Derek with urgency in his gaze. He's called a friend in to cover his work at the Vet today. Stiles moaned and leaned against Derek. "Stiles you maybe making her happy but you are scaring the rest of us." He could feel a contraction beginning to build in his abdomen, and he gripped his legs, bearing down with e contraction, yelling in pain as he did so. "Ready Stiles?" It's got something behind it. He pulled Stiles into a quick hug. Stiles snapped, trying to stomp out of the kitchen but it was more of a wobble. Derek asked in concern. "Had you guys thought of a name?" She gave him a scowl before walking over to Stiles expectantly.

Stiles was drawn from his thoughts by a gentle hand combing through his hair, and he shifted his head, blinking up at Derek. Stiles was convinced that whoever it was that came to that conclusion was definitely not an omega, because if there was anything Stiles was certain he wasn't at the moment, Physically desirable was right at the top of the list. Unable to believe that he was holding his and Stiles' son, and that their four other children were sound asleep nearby. "One more push and the baby's head will be out." "It's still early on...it'll be awhile yet, I think.". 'I know...I think we're going to be a too bit busy looking after these ones, as well as the rest of the pack, to be busy worrying about our next litter.". He closed his eyes, focusing on the newest baby's heart beat, and the steady, even thumping of her older siblings from where they lay, cuddled together under Deaton's watchful eyes. 'Another little boy," she smiled, "Looks like he's even bigger than his brother.". The baby stirred at the touch, turning his face and blinking with sleepy eyes up at his parents, before he began to nuzzle at Stiles' nipple. He knew that the situation was risky enough, with him being a first time birth, and especially because of the size of the litter he was carrying. "You should have a sleep, while you can," Melissa suggested, moving to take one of the babies resting on Stiles' chest. "Yeah...I think we've got two players for Beacon Hills' Lacrosse team here," Derek said with a grin. "Stiles...they're werewolves. They stayed like that for two hours, which to Stiles, felt like two agonizingly painful days, until Deaton came in, asking Derek to leave.

"Stiles, I'm going to need to guide the baby's head out with my hand. Have a rest for a bit." Stiles turned his face to look over his shoulder at Derek. ", Derek bit his lip, chewing on it in an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty, "The older girl...she reminds me so much of my sisters. ", "Sorry," Derek apologised, "You're wonderful, and I will love you until the day I die, and even after that, if I am able.". You're doing such a great job Stiles.". Stiles looked at Derek who looked backed, with uncertainty. Even on the days when Laura and I felt at our worst, Claire could always cheer us up a little. "It's fine. Beacon Hills is safe." "My precious." I mean, he's obviously thinking about Stiles, but he doesn't seem overly concerned...why?

He bends his quivering legs and brings his knees up to his shoulders to stretch his anus further. Allison said, looking pointedly at Stiles unforgiving belly. It'll be okay, son. You're right. "Just as perfect as you," Derek replied, kissing the top of Stiles' head, 'Now rest. I like it. "You're cold." Stiles drawled out, getting a chuckle from Allison and Scott and the 'see what I got knocked up?' Sure enough, Stiles saw Derek sit up, frowning at Stiles. "Our babies are almost here. "Hey you little smurf. The baby's feet were the first thing to emerge from Stiles, quickly wrapped in a warmed towel by Melissa to conserve the baby's warmth. "Sorry, didn't mean to make it sound like that." "Another girl," Melissa told the parents as she placed the baby carefully in Stiles' arms, something that was made much easier now thanks to the amount Stiles' stomach had reduced in size...especially given that now there was only one baby left in there. Stiles rolled his eyes at his mate. Stiles woke a few hours later with a groan, rubbing his stomach as it ached. Beside him, Derek stirred, woken by Stiles' groan of pain, but didn't wake up. Derek returned the kiss deeply, both of them the happiest they had ever been in their entire lives.

"Oh, God it hurts", he sobbed, "it burns.". "Shhh...We also have your dad, and Melissa, and the pack to help us. Considering the fact that he was almost certainly carrying werewolf babies, Stiles couldn't have them at a hospital, so Deaton, Stiles and Melissa had agreed it would be best if Stiles gave birth at home.

Erica said, in reference to Lydia censoring her profane husband, before getting up and retrieving her sleeping child from Allison and disappearing upstairs. Leaving Derek and Stiles to themselves. It was during that contraction that Stiles felt more of the baby slip from his body, Melissa carefully easing the baby's arms out from within him so that only the head remained, supporting the weight of the baby as she worked. Stiles gave another almighty push, panting like he remembered from the birthing classes Derek had insisted they went to, leaning against Derek's solid chest, enjoying how safe and secure being so close to his alpha made him feel, despite how scared and vulnerable he was at that moment. "Lydia Claire Hale, I like it...where did Claire come from, I noticed it on your list of baby names. Aidan was her favorite name. I wanna hold her now." Derek grinned as Melissa giggled. Stiles smiled, and kissed the top of the baby's head.

"I know." Erica and Boyd left first because Elise was getting restless. I'm glad Stiles could have a bit of a rest, but he's been in active labour for awhile now.". Allison whined making a move for the baby.

Despite some drama, everything had turned out well...it was better than Derek had even dared to hope for. Boyd said with a faint smile.

... Stiles whimpered in pain as he pushed the aftermath of the birth out of his body and tried to catch his breathe. Stiles, who had been quietly watching Scott as the baby fell back asleep, startled. The baby's tiny hand looked impossibly small next to Derek own large hands, and Derek couldn't resist the smile that spread across his face. "He's perfect...they all are.

"We are not naming our son after Dean Winchester." "How are you going, Derek?" Stiles shook his head, "He doesn't look like a Tyler.". Derek breathed, holding Stiles close to his chest as they lay comfortably on the bed.

Stiles cooed.

Scott and Allison were the first to arrive, followed by the rest. "Of course...we're on our way." "You know what I mean, Stiles," Melissa rolled her eyes at her stepson, who smiled brightly at her, although the smile slipped off his face moments after he spoke. The baby slid a bit further down. For the tenth time, I can do it myself!" Despite the efforts of Stiles and Danny, who Melissa had both taught how to help Scott through an Asthma attack, as well as the teachers that had seen what was happening, Scott had died on the way to hospital and couldn't be resuscitated.

Rated ... "The least you can do is come look at the baby boy that I painstakingly gave birth to, sourwolf."

Stiles squeaked, "No...There is no way my babies are getting involved in that sport...do you realise how many injuries are involved...you used to come and watch me and the others play and practise.". "I love it...are you a Scott, do you think?" "And you're warm." Derek hung up the phone, rushing to Stiles side. He climbed shakily onto the bed, gathering the limp baby into his arms, cradling the body to his chest, tears in his eyes as he rocked. He whispered softly, before he resumed his position sitting at Stiles' bedside, holding his hand, reassuring himself that Stiles was fine, focusing on the sound of Stiles' heart building, and the patter of the hearts of the babies yet to be born. Cora Imogen Hale.". He had his mate, he was surrounded by pack, his home had been rebuilt and his territory was well guarded, protected from harm, thanks to Chris Argent and their allegiance. "Alan," Melissa ordered, "Get the girl...Stiles...the last baby...he or she is in a little distress right now. A/B/O verse. Stiles had gone into a panic attack at the news, losing consciousness for a few minutes and coming too with Derek peering, panic stricken, down at him, Melissa on the phone telling him to elevate Stiles' legs and loosen any constrictive clothing. "Stiles is in labor." This was not the way he wanted to spend his morning. "What?' ", Stiles sniffed and then winced, shifting a little, "I'd feel more beautiful if your pups would let me get into a comfortable position...which is made more difficult by the fact I can't move...and I need to pee.". Just how fertile had been made clear the day Derek could distinctively hear the heartbeats of their children, and told Stiles he was carrying five babies. "You'll be okay, Stiles. ", "Yeah, that's the thing...they're on their way now. "It's okay, I just need to pee," Stiles admitted, and Derek let out a sigh of relief and got up, helping Stiles up and helping him waddle across to the bathroom. "Yeah?" Okay...that's good." "It would be ironic if she has green eyes like you," Stiles smiled up at Derek, who nodded, unable to tear his eyes off the baby...the baby who looked so much his younger sister when she was born...and like Derek himself as a baby, if the few photos that had survived the fire were to be believed.