EPILOGUE: New Life in more than one way?

Stiles listened to the healer speak. He was hearing the words but they were bouncing around his skill. He didn't think it could happen. He was not being naive but rather there was no record of a male Fae achieving his little feat. By the moon, it was happening. This was all Sourwolf's fault.

Without much thought, he zapped back to the pack-house. He announced his arrival with a growl and, "Derek! I'm gonna kill you."

He stormed into the kitchen he took in the shock on the betas faces. He didn't care they were not the source of his ire. It was his sneaky mate.

"What did I do!" Derek asked, moving quick enough to use the table as a shield. He was racking his brain for what might have upset Stiles so much he was drawing a blank. The traitorous betas were just watching and placing bets. Their training was going to be far stricter this week that was for sure.

Stiles ignored the betas, focussed on getting to his mate. He had his fists in the air, ready to strike Derek. He wasn't too mad as he would have used his magick.

Stiles shouted, "You rotten sneaky Alpha son of a bitch."

Wow. Peter was the only one to know the issue. It was he, who had put Stiles on to the mystery source of his illness. He hated being sick. He'd been sick most mornings and curly fries tasted rank. Peter couldn't wait for the rest of them to catch up. He wished he had popcorn.

The pack got to watch their fierce Alpha wolf scuttle around his chair. There was no way he was letting Stiles catch him anytime soon. He wasn't stupid. "What have I done?"

"Your supper sperm has knocked me up!" Stiles shouted.

Derek took a minute to process what Stiles said. The smile on his face radiated joy and happiness in a way none of the pack had ever seen. The betas were slower by a fraction before there were cheers. Derek heard them he did, they just felt like they were far away.

"We're gonna have pups." There were Angels who looked less joyous than Derek right now.

Stiles growled again and anyone would think he was the wolf. "Yes, you managed to do the impossible and knock me up."

Peter was polite enough not to say, I told you so. "Congratulations Nephew, Children are a wondrous and frustrating endeavour."

His typical Peter salutation got a chorused, "Oi, not fair," from both of his children.

Derek forgot about self-preservation in favor of hugging his mate. He raced at Stiles and swung him round and round. It was a good thing he hadn't eaten or Stiles would have got a quick revenge. "You're going to be an amazing father."

Stiles chuckled, overcoming his hormonal anger in the face of Derek's joy. "We will, won't we."

All the excitement must have caught up with his mate as his big bad Alpha mate collapsed in shock.

Lydia snorted, "Photos or it didn't happen." As she said it, she had her camera phone out taking photos. Another thought struck her, so she asked Stiles. "What are you going to tell your Dad?"

Stiles smirked, "I thought world's best grandad as a mug would be subtle."

He accepted all the hugs, and scent marking from the pack. He could guess that this would be his life for the next nine months. Thank god, he was a Fae and could hide the bump with glamour. "Should we move him?"

Peter shook his head, "We could but let's get some early shopping for the cub instead."

Life was bright and happy. Too bad some people had other plans. Darkness wanted the town once again. Can Stiles react in the way he would need, now he had a life to protect?

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