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Baby Bubbles?
Stiles really wanted a baby, it was just a constant nagging feeling at the back of his head but when he started to notice how much Derek and his wolf craved family, it was pushed right forward.
What Stiles didn’t anticipate was how hard it would be to have a newborn while also studying in university and on top of that having severe ptsd and overall bad mental health.
But it was worth it, of course it was.
Just watching Derek through the pregnancy process, it was so worth it.
But Stiles struggled and it seemed that the extra stress from the pregnancy process didn’t help at all.
Stiles couldn’t help the ugly, dark side of his brain when it snarled with jealousy about how much Derek pawed over their surrogate. He knew that Derek loved him and that he loved their unborn baby but his chest still twisted every time he saw Derek all soft and pawing over her.
What made it worse was that he absolutely couldn’t hide his jealousy from Derek no matter how hard he tried.
It hit an all time low point after their preparation for the birth session where the midwife explained how useful masturbation and orgasms could be for the birthing process.
Stiles stayed silent all the way back home, he was fucking pissed
Before he could calm down, Derek was wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist from behind, hooking his chin over Stiles’ shoulder.
But all Stiles could think about was how Derek had been holding her in between his legs, hands resting on the big belly and how he blushed, his fingers tightening over her belly while Stiles was uselessly sitting by the side.
Stiles shrugged out of Derek’s touch, walking to the kitchen to get some water.
Derek furrowed his brows and followed Stiles, softly placing his hand on Stiles’ hip while reaching for a glass.
- Stop fucking touching me! - Stiles exploded, twisting out of Derek’s touch, putting his own water glass back down a bit too harshly.
- What the fuck? - Derek stopped and turned to look at Stiles, his brows furrowed, slowly taking everything in before sighing. - Not this again. -
- Excuse me? - Stiles turned around to face Derek, crossing his arms over his chest.
- Why are you jealous again? - Derek sounded tired but there was a note of humor in his voice and it only pissed Stiles off even more.
- Oh why? Let me think, maybe because you spend more time with her than me through the week? - Stiles started, getting even more angry by the second.
- She’s carrying our baby, of course I will be spending a lot of time with her throughout the week. And you are in uni, it’s not like I can do anything around it. - Derek pushed his hand through his hair.
- Yeah, of course. Isn’t it convenient that I’m not there with the two of you. So you can spend more time together! And maybe it wasn’t even a surprise about that masturbation either? - Stiles was so worked up that he lost all his filters.
- What the actual fuck? - Now Derek just sounded annoyed.
- I saw your fucking reaction! How your hands tightened over her and how you blushed while she leaned even more into you! It looked like both of you were ready to start going at it right there! Fully forgetting about my existence! But of course, what even am I, right? Just a fucking uni student who’s dragging along the ride! - Now Stiles was full on yelling, too far gone to hold back.
- What the fuck, Stiles?! It’s
our
baby! -
- No, it is
Your
baby, Derek. Your.
You
paid for everything.
You
donated
your
sperm.
You
chose
her
! Don’t pretend like it’s anything else right now! Fuck, maybe stop wasting your money and time and just go be with her already! Discard me like a fucking trash I am! - Stiles was shaking so bad that it was hard to draw in a breath.
- That’s not true! You know that it’s not true! You just got jealous about fucking everything! - Derek threw his arms up, still trying to hold in his anger but Stiles could see when Derek was furious.
- Maybe because I am not the one to fucking share! Maybe because I am so sick of being left, to being everyone’s second choice! - Stiles yelled so loudly that his throat felt raw, he still couldn’t draw a breath properly.
And why the fuck was he shaking so damn badly?
The following silence was deafening, Derek just staring at him like Stiles had hit him.
Stiles needed to get out, he needed air. He couldn’t breath.
His lungs were burning, his throat was burning and closing. His eyes were burning with tears threatening to fall.
Derek reached to Stiles just as Stiles forced himself to move.
He slammed the door right in Derek’s face.
Everything was a blur after that, he had a massive breakdown verging on panic attack, he didn’t even care where he had driven, where he had fallen.
Right at that moment he was too exhausted to move, to do anything other than try his best to breathe.
He was woken several hours later by a soft hand on his shoulder, Peter crouching down next to him.
- Hey. - His voice was caring and soft. - Derek is here, he’s a mess but if you want I will throw him back out. -
Derek.
Tears started to well up in Stiles’ eyes, all he could manage to do through his exhaustion was to make a grabby hand.
Peter smiled softly before rising and walking out of the room, just a couple seconds later Derek rushed in, quickly shedding his jacket and shoes and getting in the bed next to Stiles, curling right around him, nuzzling against the back of Stiles’ neck.
Stiles gripped Derek’s hand on his own, pressing back as much as he could before sleeping too back over him.
In the morning Stiles felt like a shit, he always felt bad after their arguments but this time he really took it over the line.
- No, no, stop apologizing. Baby, it’s my fault. I am so sorry for making you feel left out and unwanted. I want you on this, I want you in every step of my life. It’s our baby,
OURS
. It will never be just my baby. Without you it wouldn’t even be possible. I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry. - Derek was fighting back his tears and it broke Stiles' heart.
He crawled in Derek’s lap, kissing him all over his face before settling on his lips, their hands and bodies needy for each other.
A loud knock at the door broke them apart.
- No sex in my house that isn’t my own sex. - Peter called out, making Stiles and Derek laugh.
- I love you. - Stiles mumbled against Derek’s lips.
- I love you so much. Let’s go home. - Derek nuzzled against Stiles’ neck, placing a soft kiss there.
Somehow it became a bit easier after that, he still got jealous but nothing that was anywhere close to that bad, just enough to kindle some great jealous inspired possessive sex.
And then their baby boy was born.
It was exhausting because he chose the day of Stiles’ big exam, so Stiles was exhausted and over anxious, rushing down to the hospital right after he finished his exam and got his phone back.
But it was all worth it when the baby was born and they got to hold him, Derek radiating with pride and love, lighting up Stiles from inside out.
But nothing can really prepare you for how it is to have a newborn home, how it is to juggle taking care of a baby, doing all his schoolwork and still getting enough sleep and time to be with Derek.
On top of that, Stiles mental health wasn’t doing well, he noticed it starting to drag down in the past months but he kept pushing it down, trying his best.
He was starting to worry that he was a terrible dad.
He finished his last exam of the year, going back home and being too exhausted to do anything except crawl in bed and sleep.
He felt terrible about doing that even when he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open and drag his body forward.
For the past week, Derek has taken full care of Eli, letting Stiles focus on his exams.
Derek found him just a bit after four am, holding sleeping Eli against his chest, little boy’s face nuzzled against Stiles’ neck, while Stiles fully cried his eyes out.
Derek tried to take Eli but Stiles just started to cry even more, tightening his hold over the sleeping baby. So Derek softly picked them both up and carried them back to the bedroom, cuddling close, trying his best to comfort Stiles as much as he could with a sleeping baby in between them.
Tears stopped after a couple minutes only to start again, going on like that for over an hour before Stiles finally passed out from exhaustion, still holding Eli in tight grip.
In the morning Stiles woke up by Derek cuddling close, nuzzling against the back of his neck, his hands softly moving all over Stiles’ chest and stomach.
Stiles hummed, pressing back against Derek, just taking comfort from his boyfriend like this, skin on skin contact. He could feel the outline of Derek’s cock against his ass, he pushed back a bit more, earning a low hum from Derek, one hand stopping over Stiles’ hip.
Stiles turned his head to the side, still not opening his eyes just yet but seeking Derek’s lips.
Derek kissed him softly, letting Stiles turn on his back before settling over him.
With every passing second Stiles started to wake up more, he softly grabbed Derek’s perfect ass, his head falling back when Derek grinded his hips down a bit harder, sending pleasure through Stiles’ body.
Just as quickly Stiles sobered up, his eyes snapping open before he twisted around to look around them.
- Where’s Eli? - Stiles sat up in blind panic, accidentally kicking Derek in the process.
Did Stiles’ drop him?
- Stiles. Stiles! - Derek cupped Stiles’ face in his hands, stilling him for a moment. - He’s okay, we all slept together. I fed him his bottle before taking him over to Noah for the day. -
- What? Why? - Stiles was so confused right now, his brows furrowing.
- He has wanted to babysit ever since before Eli was born. And we need some time to relax. - Derek placed a soft kiss in between Stiles’ brows.
- But I haven’t spent almost any time with him this week… - Stiles could feel that he was already close to tears again.
- You are exhausted from your finals, Stiles. You deserve some rest. He understands that. - Derek softly pushed Stiles’ messy hair back from his forehead.
- I am such a terrible dad to him and he’s only a month old. What will happen when he’s older? - Stiles couldn’t hold in the tears anymore.
- You aren’t a bad dad, Stiles. You are doing your best. You love him unconditionally and right now that’s enough. - Derek pulled Stiles close, softly rocking him back and forth.
Stiles cried for a bit before calming down and blowing his nose.
- Ugh, I fully ruined your romantic morning. - Stiles sagged a bit more.
- You didn’t ruin anything. - Derek pecked Stiles’ cheek.
- I miss morning sex. - Stiles groaned, making Derek chuckle.
- How about we go eat breakfast, take a long bubble bath and then have some slow lovemaking? - Derek starts to nibble down Stiles’ neck.
- Can we skip right to the sex? I haven’t come in over a week. - Stiles tilted his head back, giving Derek more space to his neck.
- Nop, you need to eat first, you already have lost enough weight. - Derek hummed before getting up and pulling Stiles with him.
Stiles groaned but let Derek drag him to the kitchen where simple breakfast was already laid out.
Stiles couldn’t help but smile, rambling on about his exams and how he thought he did in them, Derek filling him in on everything he missed.
Finally Derek took him to the bath, not joking about it being a bubble bath.
It was already enough to just lay there with Derek, letting the hot water and bubbles sooth him but of course Derek needed to take it to the next level, starting to massage Stiles overworked body from feet to his neck, making Stiles a complete relaxed goo laying in the water.
Derek kissed him softly before picking him out of the bath and bringing him over to the shower to get rid of the last bubbles clinging to their skins.
- Ugh, I think you melted my bones. - Stiles mumbled, leaning against Derek heavily, already on the verge of sleep.
Derek just laughed, softly drying Stiles before taking him back to the bed.
Stiles tried his best to pull Derek close and kiss him but Derek just smiled.
- Sleep, we have all day. -
And it was everything.
Stiles' mental health was still bad and he needed to work on it, get a therapist and focus a bit more on it, on getting better but right now, in moments like this, every shattered piece laid back in their places, even if just for a moment, and he was alright.
It was everything he needed for that moment to keep going.