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Pregnant

Elisa’s throat was dry and her stomach churned uncomfortably.

“We should take another test,” Isabel suggested going through the plastic bag they used to hold the tests and water bottles in from the pharmacy.

“I don’t think I have it in me to pee again. This was the third test.” Elisa placed it on the counter with the other two tests that revealed the same results. “Fuck this can’t be happening.”

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

“How did this happen?”

“You have a three year old. Do you really want an explanation?”

“Graciosa,” her best friend rolled her eyes and handed her the water bottle. 

Isabel handed her a bottle of water. Elisa didn’t have many friends—or really, any—but she’d known Isabel and her husband for fifteen years. If she had best friends, it would be them. Not that she liked thinking about it too much.

“I thought you weren’t seeing anyone.”

Seeing anyone translated to casual sex with a stranger every other night in Elisa’s language. Before… she hadn’t slept with anyone. There hadn’t been an urge to. She was content with her toys, her fingers, and her space. But that night had been different.

“It was one night and we were careful.”

“Well obviously you weren’t and you didn’t want the pill.”

“I barely remember to take my vitamins, Isa! But it doesn’t change anything, does it? I’m pregnant.”

Fuck, she was pregnant and she was sleeping on the couch in her friend’s house because she didn’t have a place to live.

It had been a month since she arrived in Beacon Hills. She told herself she came to visit her goddaughter —because she missed her. That was partially true. But something deeper had pulled her here. Something inside her had screamed for it. Something inside her had howled for it. The moment she drove across the town line, the tension in her chest released, as if her body finally let go of a breath it had been holding for years. She had made it. It was like she made it home.

Except… Elisa didn’t know what home really meant. And she was sure Beacon Hills wasn’t going to be it.

Isabel and her family were surprised by her sudden arrival—but excited. They welcomed her without hesitation. Gabriel worked part-time as a security consultant and co-owned Muse’s Coffee with Isabel. After Isabel’s maternity leave ended, they agreed she would go back to work while Gabriel worked from home and looked after their three-year-old daughter, Sofia.

They had made this place their home—in every way that counted.

Isabel took her hand. “You are pregnant but you are not alone, Elisa. You have us and we will support you no matter what. Do you have any way of contacting him?”

Elisa sighed and ran her fingers through her tangled curls. The morning sickness was the worst these past few days and she hadn’t taken the time to properly shower. “No, he just gave me his name and I don’t know if - fuck, this was not the plan! We fucked in a hotel room.” 

“Look, we don't need to do this all at once.” She squeezed her hand and used a new tissue paper to throw away the tests. “I’m going to clean this counter and go pick up some dinner. Go take a shower, use that deep condition for your hair, and change into clean clothes. We will go think of the next step tomorrow. Just one quick question: was he human or…?”

“Werewolf. I smelt him before he approached me.”

Pinewood with a hint of longing and loneliness. 

Maybe that’s why she allowed him to sit next to her at the bar that night. Other guys tried to woo her but she ignored them, wanting to have a drink and giving her friends privacy since Sofia was at her aunt’s house. But his scent and blue eyes drew her in. 

“Go shower. Do you think you can eat anything afterwards?”

“I’m craving for a burger.”

Isabel grinned. “Sounds like a plan. Go. I may not have yours or Gabe’s noses but I can smell you stink.” 

Elisa stuck her tongue out and left the bathroom to grab her clothes that were in Gabriels’ office closet. She could hear her friend singing softly to herself as she used hand wipes to clean the counter. She went to their guest bathroom, careful to move some of Sofia’s toys so she doesn’t accidentally step on them.

The warm water released the tension off her body and her nails scratched her scalp with the specialized shampoo for her curls. She used the deep conditioner that Elisa recommended and combed her hair through it. She turned off the water as she scrubbed her body. All the lingering smells from the last few days washed away. But her hands went to her belly. No one can tell that she’s pregnant but if they were supernatural like her, they would be able to hear the faintest heartbeat. 

That’s what scared her this morning and it led the women to the pharmacy in a frenzy.

***

His lips were warm and chapped and little sparks shot across her skin. Elisa hummed a small moan before curling her fingers into his jacket and pulling him closer. He grunted in surprise, but came willingly, tentatively reaching up to cup her cheek. He angled her head to deepen their kiss even further, unable to stop. He tasted wine and mint; she sucked greedily on his tongue. Somehow they wound up pressed against the wall, his hand pressed into her low back.

They broke for air for a second and he pressed his nose against her neck. His lips sucked and nibbled. His hot breath against her ear caused tingles throughout her skin. “Peter,” she breathed. He growled and she pressed her chest against his, taking off her jacket, throwing it to the floor. He followed her example, his mouth on her neck and his hands under her thighs, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed with Elisa on his lap. “You are wearing too much.”

“Oh?” Elisa wore a button black top and a pair of skinny jeans. She wasn’t planning anything like this tonight, but the way his blue eyes watched her as she unbutton thrilled her. He groaned at the sight of her lacy purple bra and left open mouth kisses down her exposed throat, chest, and swells of her breasts. She unclasped her bra, throwing it behind as she moaned and leaned back, his hands anchored her. 

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he breathed, tip of nose dragging up the valley of her breasts. He grabbed her breast and eagerly sucked on her nipple. Elisa cried out, holding him to her chest as he sucked and licked. Her panties were nearly soaked, throbbing and pulsing between her legs. She was practically grinding on his lap. 

“Peter, please.”

“Please what?” His mouth went to her other breast and she gasped, clutching his hair.

“You still have your clothes,” she pulled on his black shirt and touched his chest, his shoulders, his arm. She got off his lap and took off her pants along with her underwear while he did the same on the bed.

Elisa climbed back on top of Peter and forced his lips back to hers, kissing him hard on the mouth. His hard cock throbbed on her thigh and her fingers touched pre-cum. Peter growled, flipping their positions and kissing her stomach. “What are you…?” He spread her legs wide and pressed a kiss to her clit, then swirled his tongue around it. “Fuck, Peter!”

“You are so wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

He didn’t let her answer and went back to work on kissing and sucking her clit. He plunged his tongue inside her and Elisa bit her lip. 

“Don’t hold back, Elisa. Let me hear you. I want to hear you say my name.”

Peter went back to eating her out and it was embarrassing and hot at the same time that she could hear him sucking her like he wanted to take all the wetness out of her. He slipped a finger inside her and crooked it up at the right spot and she screamed his name. He pulled the finger in and out and Elisa moaned, clutching the bed cover. He slipped another finger stretching her slowly before adding another. 

“Peter!’ She cried as her orgasm slammed through her in waves and she shrieked when he put his mouth on her entrance, licking and sucking again.

Elisa tugged at his arm so she could kiss him and shivered at the taste of herself in his mouth. “Condom?”

He reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled the wrapper open, sheathing himself quickly. He took himself in hand and teased her clit with the tip of his cock. Her legs trembled from the orgasm and the anticipation of being filled was driving her mad. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Peter, please I need you.” He slid inside her and she swore at the girth that stretched her out. He paused. “I’m fine. It’s been a while.” 

She rolled her hips, getting him deeper and he hissed. “Fuck, you are so tight.” 

“Fuck me, Peter.”

***

“Something’s wrong with you,” Derek grunted.

Peter rolled his eyes and drank from his water bottle. His nephew stood on the torn patio with his own bottle and sweat clung to his shirt. Not that he was any better. The city tore the house down after Peter persuaded the decision to have a new home built. He considered it to be Derek’s birthday present and Christmas present for him and Cora. The construction crew left hours ago and Cora put lanterns around the property so they could continue work without the human eyes on them. 

He breathed in the fresh air and ignored Derek’s gaze.

Peter wanted to destroy the house and leave but his niece and nephew made the decision to stay in Beacon Hills.

“No more running.” 

He swallowed the bile of annoyance at Derek’s words. He said it a week after the Nogitsune spectacle was over and everyone was healing both physically and mentally. Peter has always been in Beacon Hills. His six year coma was definitely proof of that. His late niece and nephew left for New York and Cora was surviving to be part of another pack.

Peter Hale was no runner. He’s a survivor. 

But he was not doing any work for the basement. He was leaving that to Derek. 

He could still hear his family’s cries. 

“Peter.”

“Is there something I could help you with, Derek?”

“I think what our dear Derek is asking,” Cora walked out on the patio wearing her black sweater and blue beanie that Melissa McCall gave her. “You’ve been acting differently for the past month.”

“Is that worry for your dear old uncle?”

Derek snorted, “More like for your newest victim.” 

Peter hummed and took another sip from his bottle. He could see her lying on her stomach with her long curls spread on the pillow and the blanket barely covering her body. But he woke up alone with a lipstick mark on a notepad. It was a shame he’d only gotten her name. There was something about her that made his wolf…howl louder than usual. 

“Don’t worry, kiddos. Your Uncle Peter hasn’t gone on a killing spree and he won’t anytime soon. Have some faith in me.” He ignored the eye rolling from both of them. “Speaking of worry, how are things going with Stiles, Derek?”

Derek’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Is he still having nightmares of his time with the Nogitsune?”

“Yes.” Derek cleared his throat. “I think that’s normal considering everything.”

“What’s not normal is your couch. You need to get a bigger couch if we keep having everyone over for sleepovers.” Cora grumbled and put on her gloves. “Allison is a blanket hogger and Erica twitches in her sleep.”

“And you snore. No one is a perfect sleep partner.”  

Peter inhaled the cold air and musky woods while the siblings bickered. It was late and while the house was nowhere close to being done, they were a step closer than the day before and the new memories will overlap the bad that had happened. He flexed his fingers. Any memories will be better than the ones he was stuck with for so long. But he wondered what new memories he would make in this cursed town that was his home and his nightmare at the same time. Every dream, every goal that he had before the fire burned along with his family. Six years of wanting revenge and that was completed but he lost another pack member by his own hands. He was killed but wanted to be alive again. So he came back. 

But to do what?

“Cora, let go of me. No! Stop, we are not -”

“Don’t want to get your pants dirty? Want to impress Stiles?”

“What? No! What does he…will you stop! Get off me.”

“Uncle Peter.” Cora snarled as she wrestled Derek to the ground, the leaves on their hair and dirt on their clothes. 

Peter sighed. His sister was probably laughing at him from the grave.

***

He was still asleep when she woke up and his arm was wrapped around her waist while his other hand was near her head, almost like he was playing with her curls while she slept. It took some effort but Elisa was able to get out of bed and put on her clothes. Her hair was a tangled mess but put it in a high bun. Elisa stared for a moment at the tousled hair and toned muscles, trying to absorb everything about the man. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again and last night’s - and early morning activities gave her plenty to remember him for months to come. 

But still…

“May we meet again, Peter.”