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It was during one of their showers that Derek discovered Stiles's scent had changed. They always used an unscented body wash so it was easier to notice the difference.
Stiles smelled like motor oil–thanks to his dying Jeep–and citrus and vanilla. The combination was weird, but it was Stiles, his omega, his mate. And now the vanilla was stronger, sweeter.
"I still can't believe we're having a baby," Stiles said, laying back as Derek nuzzled his belly bump. "Think we'll be good parents?"
Derek kissed Stiles's belly. "I do."
Stiles smiled. "I love you."
"I love you, too."