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A cry crackled from the baby monitor, rousing Stiles from his deep slumber. A quick glance at the clock on his phone told him it was 3:30, so it was past the time Eli would normally wake for Derek to feed him.
“Shh, I got him,” Stiles whispered, kissing Derek’s temple and rubbing his hand across the back of his mate’s neck. “Go back to sleep.”
Derek grumbled something, eyes closed tight, burrowing contentedly under the covers as Stiles pulled himself out of bed before leaving for the other bedroom of the apartment he shared with his mate.
“Hey, pup,” Stiles greeted softly, reaching into Eli’s crib to grab the crying infant. “What’s wrong? Papa’s here.” As he brought the boy to his shoulder, Stiles wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of something foul.
“Yeah, buddy. I wouldn’t be able to sleep with that either,” Stiles crooned softly. He quickly got Eli’s dirty diaper changed with the efficiency that comes from months of parenthood before getting cozy with his tiny son in the cushioned rocker in the corner of the nursery.
Nuzzling the boy, Stiles sighed as he breathed in Eli’s sweet baby smell, the scent causing his whole body to release tension. That sweet aroma that even Stiles, in all his human-ness, can smell sometimes worked better at relieving anxiety than any drug on the market.
He rocked the boy gently, enjoying how Eli’s tiny body just relaxed into him, tiny hand curled tightly around Stiles fingers. Those little fingers never failed to make him feel like he has the most massive fingers in the world. Yes, he knows it’s not true. However, those teeny tiny fingers are the smallest, cutest little fingers in the history of the world as far as Stiles is concerned, thank you very much.
Stiles never expected to become a father at nineteen, but that’s honestly the least surprising thing about how his child came to be. His little miracle…
Even after everything Stiles had learned about the Supernatural world, Stiles never would have thought that one day his very male boyfriend would tell him that he’s pregnant.
Apparently, in some old werewolf families, there was a (VERY recessive) gene that’s been passed down that enabled the werewolf to both get pregnant and impregnate others, but it only affects their internal organs. Nothing on the outside really looked different. Stiles had, of course, been very curious about the details on how things worked for both Hale siblings when it was discovered they both inherited this trait. Because apparently Derek was not aware that he had, in fact, inherited this.
Once Derek’s pregnancy was discovered, Cora immediately went and got herself checked over by Melissa. After Stiles asked a series of increasingly invasive questions about how Melissa was able to tell, Cora ended up shouting, “I don't have a retractable penis, Stiles!” The whole event was just a series of embarrassed blushing, deadpan glares, and growls of, “Stiles!” from Derek.
Anyway, it turned out that Stiles and Derek’s rather…enthusiastic reunion after the FBI raid had been more productive than either man anticipated.
It was agreed that Derek would move out to Washington DC with Stiles where the latter would finish his schooling and whatever else he needed to do to achieve his dream career. Derek was very determined that Stiles would be able to do this. They found an apartment together off campus where they would be able to start their little family and enable Stiles to go to school.
Learning to coexist as functional adults in an adult relationship while preparing for impending parenthood was hard. Doing it as sleep deprived parents while all of Stiles’s classmates partied, drank, and slept around was even harder. However, times like this where he’s snuggled up to his infant son, listening to Derek’s soft snores coming from their bed, made it all worth it.