Title: You and Me
Word count: 992
Summary: “Daddy may be gone, and he may not even like me, but I’ll have you forever and always.”
Labor definitely sucked, Stiles wasn’t even sure why he had to go through labor if he was going to have a C-section anyway. He could have a natural birth but he felt in no way comfortable pushing a baby out of there even if that was how he ended up in this situation in the first place. He winced his way through another contraction and gave a halfhearted smile when a nurse came in to check him and the baby.
She fished up her last exam and turned to stiles. “You’re about 6 centimeters and almost completely effaced, and you’re water hasn’t broken. Is there anything you want or need?”
“No…but can I walk around like up and down the halls or something?”
“Not sure, just let me double check with your doctor when you’re getting your C-section and I get back to you but while you wait you can walk around your room a little.”
Stiles nodded his thanks and, with some help from the nurse, stood. He walked in small circles around the room for a few minute before a contraction hit. He let out a groan of pain and propped himself up against the bed. He rocked his hips side to side trying to alleviate the pain, it helped, but only a little. He jumped when he felt hands massaging his lower back. He had forgotten that Derek was in the room he had resigned himself to sitting in the corner all broody.
“Thank you.” Stiles said softly he hadn’t expected a response and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t receive one. What did surprise him was his dad bursting into the room.
“I didn’t miss it did I?” His Dad said quickly clothes disheveled and panting.
“My grandson being born that’s what.” Stiles shook his head no. “Good.” Then his eyes landed on Derek and he glared. “What and the hell are you doing here?”
Derek took his hands away from Stiles’ back and took a step away. “He has a right to be here Dad.”
“Like hell he does.” The Sheriff snapped. “He should be in jail. He’s 24 years and got my son, my 16 year old son, pregnant.”
“Dad.” He pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”
“Maybe I should go.” Derek suggested, surprisingly meek.
“No! I want you to stay.” He turned to his dad. “I want both of you to stay. Please?” The two mad shared a few silent words before nodding. Stiles smiled then groaned his way through another contraction. “Oh my god this hurts!” He felt tears burn at his eyes and pressure. “Oh god. Someone get the doctor or the nurse.” Neither man moved. “Please!” The jumpstarted both men and they left looking for a doctor. When the on call OB/GYN came in he saw Stiles with his hands leaning against the bed.
“Stiles I need you to get back on the bed for me.”
“I can’t.” He whimpered.
“Yes you can.”
“No I really can!” He snapped. “It hurts to move.”
The doctor nodded. “I’m going to check to see how far you are.”
Stiles nodded, he felt fingers then a gush of warmth. “What was that?”
“Son, you’re 10 centimeters and 100% effaced time for you to push.”
“What no! I wanted a C-section. She just checked me I was only 6 centimeters!”
“Not going to happen, son I’m sorry. Apparently you standing gave you what you needed to get to ten. Since you can’t get on the bed we’re going to get you a birthing chair so you can push.”
“I don’t want to push!
“Stiles, we need you to push.”
“I am pushing!”
“We need you to push harder. Don’t you want to see your baby boy? Don’t you want him to meet Daddy and Grandpa?” Stiles nodded. “Then you need to push.” The nurse encouraged. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed. He pushed so hard he thought his face was going to pop, and just as he was about to quit there was something put on his chest.
He let out a choked sob when he saw it was his baby boy. Covered in blood and muck from his journey into the world and he was still the most precious thing Stiles had ever seen. He had ten fingers and ten toes, two arms, legs, and eyes. He was perfect. He watched carefully as he was taken away to be cleaned, ignoring the doctors as they handled the after birth. He smiled when Derek hesitantly reached out and touched the tiny pink hand.
His father had been called back into work so he had left but not before taking a thousand and one photos of his grandson. Stiles watch tiredly with a contented smile as the Alpha cooed at his sleeping newborn son safely secured in his arms. Derek felt Stiles looking and turned towards the human, his features hardened a little and stiles felt his heart break a little more. “What?”
“Nothing, I just think we should name him now.”
“What do you want to name him?”
They sat silently for a few moments. “W-what about Tyler?” Stiles asked hesitantly. “Tyler Lee Hale?
Derek looked at Stiles as if he had grown a third head before looking down at their son and jerkily nodded. Stiles smiled as he signed his sons name on his birth certificate. “Thank you.” Derek said gruffly. “For naming him after my Dad.”
“You’re welcome.” Derek held Tyler a little while longer before handing him over to stiles.
“I have to go. Pack meeting.” Stiles nodded. “I’ll let them know it was a boy. “
Once he was gone stiles rooted through the bedside table for a bottle for the wriggling infant in his arms. Just as a small wail began to leave stiles gently slipped the bottle inside. “Daddy may be gone, and he may not even like me, but I’ll have you forever and always.”
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