Alright, honestly, I wasn't planing on writing any more on this story because I kind of lost track of where it was going, but I got a few comments asking me to finish it and one in particular from MollyEvens that was just pretty awesome so here is another chapter that I just wrote tonight for you guys I hope you like it.

Usual disclaimer.

"Stiles get up."

Stiles opted to ignore the annoying voice in favor of more sleep.

"Stiles I'm not kidding it's time for you get up."

Stiles curled in deeper in his nest of blankets pulling it closer around his head hoping to block out more of the light and possibly the voice as well.

"STILES!"

The blanket was torn away from him so suddenly that Stiles almost rolled right off the mattress. The cold air and bright light streaming in through the window had him curling up in a ball, or at least as much of one as he could manage with his steadily growing stomach.

"Stiles, get up now. You're going to be late for your appointment at Deaton's."

"Uhg, who thought having an early appointment, was a good idea?" Stiles asked burying his face him the pillow at an awkward angle because he couldn't manage to roll on his stomach to do it properly.

"It's almost noon, son." His dad said steadily. Stiles looked up at him with squinty eyes to see he was standing there with crossed arms and a…. strange expression on his face.

"What?" Stiles asked defensively

"You know, I really don't think that I'll ever get used to seeing you with that belly of yours."

Stiles had never been fat, like ever in his life. He had always been a scrawny little kid all elbows and knees. When his belly had first started to swell about two weeks ago before Derek had decided that he should spend some time at his dad's, Stiles had thought that it was about the weirdest thing he'd ever seen. Now his stomach had enlarged to the point where Stiles could actually grab it in his hand. It was strange to say the least.

"Is it really noon?" Stiles asked, trying to straighten up into at some sort of sitting position. His dad's steady hands were there in a second to help him up. "You know I'm not so big yet that I can't sit up by myself," Stiles reminded him stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, well, just be ready in the next half an hour or you're going to be late for Deaton's." With that kind exit the sheriff left the room closing the door behind him.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes (a loose shirt and hoodie to hide his bulging stomach and sweatpants) and the pair were ready to go just as Derek pulled up to the house in his sleek Camaro. Stiles' dad gave a slightly disapproving look as he climbed in the back seat that did not pass by unnoticed.

"Ok, what's with the face?" Stiles asked his dad, looking at him through the rear-view mirror.

"I was just thinking that this car isn't really the best thing to be carting around a kid in all day, that's all."

"We still have my jeep," Stiles offered.

"Please son, I was worried about that deathtrap when you were sixteen and that was before the werewolves go ahold of it."

"Hey, Derek has put a lot of time and energy into that jeep. It runs almost as good as new now!" Stiles defended his baby (and maybe he needed a new nickname for his vehicle now).

"So, what? You think we need to get a new car?" Derek piped up from the driver's seat.

"It would be safer, yes."

Stiles chewed his lip, contemplating what his dad was saying. Derek's Camaro used to be his sister's so there was no way, he'd ask him to give it up, but at the same time Stiles and his jeep had been through so much together.

"So if we were to consider getting a new car," Stiles said, "what would you suggest?"

"Well, I did a bit of research," the Sheriff said (and of course he did. Stiles' sarcasm wasn't the only thing he'd gotten from his father.) "Most new moms think that a minivan is the best thing to have because of all the safety features it offers, but I was thinking, since you're not going to be having any more kids, I hope, and my police cruiser is one of the safes-"

"Ok, dad, let me stop you right there. There is no way I'm driving my child around in a police cruiser. I don't care if it could survive a nuclear attack. There is no way. None. No-"

"Will you shut up? I was just going to say that we are retiring a few of them this year and that if we got it repainted we could probably-"

Stiles sighed loudly, burying his face in his hands. He really should have known better than to ask him, but he had been trying to be nice and at least consider his opinion, but really? A police cruiser? They honestly couldn't arrive at Deaton's place fast enough and as soon as they were in park Stiles was out of there leaving Derek to his dad's incessant yammering about the safety of police cruisers.

It was a bright Sunday afternoon in the middle of July and the parking lot outside the vet's was completely empty except for the three of them. Stiles was thankful that Deaton had scheduled their visit on his day off this time. Last time Stiles and Derek had come over during business hours and let him tell you, you get the strangest looks sitting in a Vet's waiting room without an animal. Now, though, there were no people and no strange looks. It was just him and the doctor and his dad and Derek, all looking at a blurry image of something vaguely like a humanoid alien with a head far too large for its very small body.

"That it so weird," Stiles heard himself say, earning a glare from Derek.

"Don't call our child weird," he stated.

"Do we know the gender yet?" Stiles asked, instead of responding.

"We shouldn't know for a couple more months at least, though, because of the spell used and the fact that both of you are male, the child will mostly likely be male as well." Deaton then went on to spout off some facts about Latin and the origin of spells and some biology, all of which Derek and his father listened too very intently.

Stiles soon bored of the topic and instead looked again at the screen and gray pulsing blob that was growing in his stomach with it's too big head and little body and, wow, Stiles was actually growing a real live living thing in him right now. He wondered of all new mothers felt this way or if it was just such a novel thing with him being a guy and all.

Then he started thinking about how they kid was going to deal with this once he got older and if not having a mom might effect it in some way because Stiles heard that a kid should have both a male and a female role model. Of course there would be Allison and Lydia and of course Ms. McCall, who are all like the best female role models anyone could ask for so, Stiles concluded there was nothing to worry about really. It was by the time he had come to this conclusion that Deaton had come to one of his own and was finally wrapping up his explanation for gender specific spells.

"Well, that was informative," Stiles cut in before Derek or his dad could come up with anything else to ask the longwinded veterinarian. "When the kid asks where babies come from I'll definitely send him to you, but right now I'm kind of exhausted, and as comfortable as the sold, hard metal table is, are we finished so we can go home?"

"Of course, Stiles. You're all ready to go. Just keep to the guidelines I gave you late time. Lot's of rest and make sure you eat healthy and remember-"

"Don't ignore a craving if or when I get one because it probably something my body needs and is lack. Yeah, I got it," Stiles smiled. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to get some of that rest you prescribed. I'll see you later, Doc."

After writing this I think I might actually finish this story because I really want you guys to meet Sterek's little baby. Comment if you think I should because it has been a long time since I've updated and I'm not even sure people are reading this anymore.