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Title: Magic Baby Making – Kinks and (Mis)Communication
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, established relationship, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, mpreg, explicit intercourse, anal, breeding kink, butt plugs, accidental pregnancy, angst, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairing: Boyd/Erica
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Sheriff Noah Stilinski
Original Characters: Lily Logan, Ryan Nelson
Summary: Stiles' boyfriends indulge him in some breeding kink roleplay. What Stiles didn't account for was his magic. Believing hard enough made things come true. He might actually want a baby. But how was he supposed to explain to Chris and Peter that he accidentally magicked himself pregnant…?
Magic Baby Making
Kinks and (Mis)Communication
When Stiles had first sat down with his boyfriends and talked to them about this kink, it had been the singularly most embarrassing conversation in Stiles' whole life. He'd been with Chris and Peter for a couple months at the time and they had been exploring things in the bedroom, getting more kinky, so he had wanted to give this a try because he'd been into it for years.
Having to explain Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics and mpreg and the fandom lore behind it to them had been the kind of humiliation that Stiles hadn't found kinky or arousing. Especially at Chris' total confusion about fanfiction and everything, so Stiles really had to start from scratch.
It paid off the first time they actually roleplayed though. Well, no. Not the first time, the first time had been super awkward with a whole lot of checking in to make sure everyone was still okay, no boundaries were pushed, they were on the same page. Awkward, but necessary, so they could work together on figuring out how they liked and enjoyed things the most. But the second time! The second time had been much smoother and so much hotter and worth the awkward conversation.
Stiles keened softly, shoulders down and ass up, Peter's hands on his waist, grip tight enough to bruise while he fucked into Stiles hard and deep. He was so raw, fucked sore by his boyfriends. This was the fifth dicking down he was getting today and Stiles absolutely loved when he was sore like this, feeling so thoroughly used by them, knowing he'd feel them for days.
"Sh, baby," Chris' voice was low and warm, his fingers running soothingly through Stiles' hair. "You're doing so good, look at you, taking Peter so well. We already put so much cum in you. I'm sure it's already taken, mh? You'll be good for us, won't you?"
"Of course he will," Peter growled, bending over Stiles to nip his neck. "Good boy, we're going to breed you so well and you'll catch this time, and with how much we've filled you up, you might even end up carrying a baby from each of us. Gonna put a whole litter of werewolf pups in you."
All Stiles managed was a near pathetic whine at that, bucking back against Peter while the wolf fucked him even harder. How much he'd want that. Babies from them both. His eyelids fluttered shut as he imagined being all round with their babies, Peter and Chris doting on him, kissing his stomach and fussing and just immediately running to get whatever he'd crave because they would be so adorable about it. He wished that was possible, wanted it so badly.
"Look at you, hard and leaking again," Peter teased as he cupped Stiles' cock. "So horny for us to breed you, mh? You're so needy for us, we're gonna treat you well, get you nice and round."
Stiles managed a hoarse moan when he came into Peter's hand, feeling absolutely spent and overwhelmed. Peter growled darkly at the feeling of Stiles tightening up around him and with a few sharply angled thrusts, Peter emptied himself deep inside him, filling him even more. At this point, Stiles was fairly sure that he was going to burst soon. The growl turned into a near purring sound when Peter cupped Stiles' swollen stomach, filled with five loads now.
"I can just imagine how pretty you'll look when you're pregnant," Peter whispered, peppering Stiles' shoulders and neck with gentle kisses. "So good for us."
"Yes, yes, so good for us, now get out of the way," Chris grunted, nudging Peter.
"Why, you can go again, old man?" Peter smirked and flashed his eyes.
For being human, Chris could do a great threatening growl too. A lazy grin spread over Stiles' lips as he spread his legs a little more and wiggled his ass when Peter pulled out. A hungry noise came from Chris when he cupped Stiles' ass, his fingers moving up until they traced Stiles' rim. Stiles shuddered with a soft noise. His hole was so sensitive after five fuckings and honestly, Stiles wondered how Chris was already up for his third round. Sure, he'd had time to recharge while Peter fucked Stiles, but still. Chris was human and of a certain age (a very appealing age that Stiles was super into. Holy shit, ever since Chris had turned silver fox, he had gotten like 250% hotter).
"There you go, let me feed your greedy little hole another treat," Chris murmured.
He grabbed Stiles' hips and pushed his cock in. A whimper escaped Stiles, tears clinging to his lashes at the feeling of another thick cock spearing him open when he was this sensitive. Peter crawled up to pull Stiles' head into his lap, gently caressing the Spark's hair.
"You're doing so good, just one more, Bambi," Peter murmured, kissing the top of his head.
Stiles could see the genuine concern on Peter's face, but they all knew that Stiles knew to use his safeword if it became genuinely too much. Stiles reached out to give Peter's hip a gentle squeeze. They even had their non-verbal safewords in case they fucked the words right out of Stiles. Gentle squeezes meant green, sharp pinches meant red. Peter looked reassured at that and smiled.
"Perfect for us, baby, so perfect," Chris agreed, kissing Stiles' neck. "Gonna be so perfect for us when you're carrying our babies, we'll take such good care of you, while you take such good care of our babies. I'm gonna fuck another baby into you right now, doll."
Chris always fucked him achingly slow. The drag of his cock seemed so much more like torture when Stiles was already this overstimulated. It was perfect and amazing and just the way Stiles liked it, but it was also definitely too much. He whimpered softly, tears running down his cheeks.
"Shush, sugar, it's all good, you're so good," Chris kissed the tears off his cheeks. "So close."
A sharper thrust and then Chris was coming inside Stiles and Stiles felt so stuffed, like a Thanksgiving turkey. He mewled, half in pleasure and half in protest, making his boyfriends chuckle. Peter handed Chris the Alpha-red princess plug with the actual ruby at the base (because Peter was a ridiculous rich idiot wolf who liked to spoil Stiles). When Chris pulled out, Stiles did his best to clench down, not that it was too much use after getting fucked six times, but Chris was quick to insert the butt-plug to keep Stiles nice and filled. Mostly so they didn't have to deal with a messy clean up right now, but also because Stiles really liked being full and liked when his belly was bloated with their cum because it let him play pretend a little longer.
"How do you feel, Bambi?" Peter asked gently as he brought a basket of lukewarm water.
He sat down next to Stiles and started gently cleaning Stiles off the sweat and cum with a towel. Stiles smiled lazily and rolled over a little to allow Peter better access. Chris collapsed next to him and pulled Stiles close enough to kiss his temple.
"Perfect," Stiles mumbled sleepily. "Perfect send-off sex."
Peter gave a low growl at that, instantly looking grumpy. "Did you have to remind me that we have to let you go again? Christopher, I vote we just keep him."
"I second that vote," Chris hummed, wrapping an arm around Stiles' shoulders.
Stiles snorted amused. "I got classes again on Monday, I have to get back to college."
"No, you heard Chris, we outvoted you, we're keeping you here," Peter grinned pleased.
He wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist from behind, spooning him. The wolf's hands cupped his belly, gently caressing it. Stiles closed his eyes and sighed contently. It was so easy to imagine that he was actually pregnant, that Peter was proud of their baby. Stiles allowed himself to revel in it.
"It's the last time, Prettywolf," Stiles offered gently. "Next time I return to Beacon Hills, I'll be graduated and ready to start working at the library. I'll live here again and you'll see so much of me, you'll get tired of me and wish I'd return to college again."
He chuckled playfully, but both his boyfriends gave displeased growls at that, startling him. He'd been dating Chris and Peter for two years now, getting together when Stiles and the rest of the betas had been back for Christmas two years ago, everyone having a good time, good food, good wine. Stiles had woken up in their bed, freaked out, tried to avoid them until Derek, with the most constipated look on his face, dragged Stiles to the Hale House to have a proper conversation with the married couple because their pining and sulking had annoyed the Sourwolf.
They told him back then that they had planned on asking him out after college, they said they'd waited for him to become eighteen and that they were okay waiting until he graduated college to not put him into any awkward situation or long-distance relationship that might distract him from his studies. And then they had sex on Christmas and plans changed.
They'd been together ever since, but yes, it had all been long-distance, only seeing each other during every break that Stiles returned to Beacon Hills and one weekend every month that Chris and Peter flew out to Austin to see him. Otherwise, everything was daily texts and at least once a week a video call. It worked. It worked because of the distance. Stiles was terrified of what it'd become once he lived in Beacon Hills again. Getting kinky sex once a month was one thing, but having to deal with Stiles' rambling and flailing and attention seeking every day was going to drive them away for sure. There was an expiration date for this relationship and it was Stiles' graduation.
"Stiles, doll, we love you," Chris kissed him softly. "We want to be with you. We hate that you live so far away right now, we're looking forward to you being back here. In fact…"
"Mh?" Stiles peeked out, looking curiously at the hunter.
"We want you to move in with us," Peter declared, grip tightening on Stiles.
"We have talked about this excessively," Chris sighed and looked at Stiles gently. "We didn't want to push you about it, but… We would prefer if you moved in with us when you get back, instead of renting your own place. We want to spend as much time with you as possible."
"I want to wake up with you in my arms every morning, go to bed with you, I want to cook for both my mates, I want to come home to the both of you and to our den smelling like all three of us," Peter murmured, kissing along Stiles' shoulders. "Please consider it, darling. I promise you, we will not grow tired of you, it's impossible. I am fully enamored with all of you, my love."
Stiles' heart beat harshly in his chest, his cheeks dark-red as he stared at his wolf. Moving in with them? He'd love that. Love only a few things more than that. Biting his lips, he nodded, not trusting his voice right now. This was too good to be true. Stiles was going to fuck it up some way.
/break\
That hadn't been how Chris and Peter had planned on asking Stiles to move in with them. They had been talking about this, at length, for months now. Only because Chris had brought it up. Apparently, for Peter, it had been a foregone conclusion. They'd been together for two years now, Stiles didn't have a place in Beacon Hills so him moving in with them instead of getting his own place was the only logical next step for Peter, he had not once questioned it.
Chris had made him question it, because it was not a foregone conclusion to the hunter. Their relationship had mostly lived on the phone so far and Chris wasn't sure if Stiles even wanted something that serious with them, or if this was more casual and sexual to their boy.
After their conversation, neither of them were sure anymore. But they also didn't want to make Stiles feel pressured either way. Since Stiles' plans were to temporarily move back in with his dad after graduation while apartment hunting, as he'd told them a couple months ago, they still had some time. The plan had been to ask Stiles to move in with them at graduation, after his exams were over and Stiles no longer had stress and more important things on his mind.
It wasn't the only thing Peter and Chris were planning on talking to Stiles about. But asking him to move in was the first step. And Stiles hadn't fully declined. He hadn't said yes (but they also hadn't demanded an answer right away, so it was fine), he had also not said no though.
"Ho—ow long do we have to wait until we can ask him about the baby?"
Peter rolled over on the couch so his head was on Chris' lap. Chris huffed and moved his book enough to look at those big, blue eyes. He moved the book back between their lines of sight.
"He hasn't even agreed to move in with us yet, Peter," Chris sighed. "We can not overwhelm him by asking him about a baby. You are… a horrible empty nester."
Peter made an offended noise. Not that he had any room to argue here, because Chris was absolutely right. When Peter and Chris had first gotten together, Chris had moved in with Peter and Malia, bringing Isaac and Allison with him. Malia had practically lived with the Stilinskis after Eichen House, but the better her relationship with Peter grew, the more comfortable she got with her father, until she had ultimately moved in with him.
And Isaac? Chris had adopted the boy, after Chris had taken Allison and Isaac to France to deal with their feelings. They'd nearly lost Allison, she had nearly bled out in Scott's arms when an oni drove a sword through her. It was when Chris first realized that Isaac had somehow become a part of their family. He'd at one point stopped leaving the Argents'. And after nearly losing Allison, Chris had wanted to make it official for Isaac, adopting him to give him a real place in their family.
And then the teens graduated high school and went off to college. Isaac was getting a business degree, because after that first fake buy, the boy got curious about the family business. Which was good, because Allison had no interest in the arms dealings. Chris' father would roll over in his grave if he knew that a werewolf was going to inherit the family business.
There used to be five people living in this penthouse for nearly a year and now it had been only Chris and Peter for nearly five years. Peter was empty-nesting hard, harder with every passing year, Chris knew that. After all, the man had only just reconciled with Malia before she went off to college. He'd also never gotten a chance to be there for the early years. Chris himself had always wanted many children, but Victoria hadn't. She'd given birth to one Argent heir and 'fulfilled her duty' to the family with that, as she liked to say. But Chris craved more.
When Stiles had first introduced his breeding kink to them, it had opened the flood gates. It had crept up on Chris, the desire to actually start a family with Peter and Stiles. The breeding part of it did very little for Chris, if he was being honest. He didn't mind it, but he mostly indulged in it for Peter and Stiles' sake, who were very into it. The angle that worked for Chris was playing it out on the long run, thinking about the fantasy of making a baby with Stiles. Steel-blue eyes and moles all over, all adorable. Or those big amber eyes of Stiles' on a toddler? Oh, Chris was never going to be able to deny that kid anything at all. He knew it was all play-pretend, he knew he couldn't have a biological child with Stiles, but the thought of it, the thought of being able to make a baby with Stiles, that was what got to Chris in this little fantasy.
Now, in reality, Chris preferred a more… realistic approach. Since he'd adopted Isaac, he was more than open to adoption. An older kid, like Isaac, but there were also babies in need of homes too and Chris was aware that Peter mourned having missed those early years with Malia, so he would want them with a potential kid between the three of them. Sadly, realistically, a polyamorous gay triad like them was not overly likely to be approved for adoption.
The other, most likely more realistic option for their situation, was surrogacy. And Chris had to admit, he had grown very attached to the idea of a mole-dotted toddler or those pretty doe-eyes on a baby. Considering how proud and large the Hale family used to be, Chris could see Peter wanting to continue the line too. For a hot second, Chris and Peter tossed around the idea of Allison or Malia as surrogates, but in the end they were quick to dismiss it because it seemed too messy. Chris wasn't the biggest fan of their lover being the same age as their daughters already, but if Stiles had a biological kid with either of their daughters, it would be… strange. Cora had come to mind next, a Hale with less immediate ties to their family and Cora had expressed an openness to it, when Chris and Peter had brought it up a few months ago, just to test the water.
Unlike Chris, Peter preferred an unrealistic magic approach. He'd been down rabbit-holes to find a magical way of getting Stiles pregnant. Potions, spells, rituals. So far, he kept coming up empty, but Peter seemed too determined to give up. Chris just smiled amused and let his husband continue.
"It's too soon, love," Chris noted softly, playing with Peter's hair. "You heard him. He thinks we'll dump him once he's back in Beacon Hills because we won't be able to endure him when we get to see him every day. He's like a feral cat, we will have to gently coax him into the house first."
"And then we get the kitten pregnant," Peter purred.
"...Horrible," Chris sighed. "You are horrible, Peter. You still haven't found a magic solution yet anyway. We'll get him to move in with us, make him comfortable with us, with this relationship happening on a daily base, and then we'll broach the subject."
Peter huffed with a grumpy expression and rolled over. "I hate that you're right. I just… I have wanted him for so many years, he's finally ours and I want everything with him. I want him living here with us, a baby bouncing on his hip while toddlers chase each other around the living room."
Chris chuckled fondly and traced Peter's face. "Patience, love. Let's not rush him, mh?"
/break\
There were multiple reasons why Stiles had chosen the University of Austin for his studies. It was one of the top universities in the states for future librarians. It was also where his mom's family lived, the Gajos Ranch was outside Austin, an hour away, so Stiles got to see his grandpa, aunt, uncle and cousins more regularly again. He'd lost touch with them after his mom's death and was grateful that he got to reconcile with them. The third and final reason was Lily Logan.
Lily Logan was the Spark of Austin and the Emissary of the local pack. There weren't many Sparks in the states, only a handful. After Stiles had started exploring his magic and learning about his heritage as a Spark, he'd done excessive research (thanks to his Alpha's rare books). Sparks used to be plentiful, Nemetons growing in many territories and choosing a newborn to implant with a spark of magic. The Spark was the chosen guardian of the Nemeton's territory. But over the centuries, more and more Nemetons had been cut down, the magic dying with them.
Lily was a Spark, just like Stiles, and Stiles had gotten really excited when he'd tracked her down. He had reached out to her because he was dying to talk to another Spark and the two had really hit it off. The redhead was two years older than him and as excited as him, because the only Sparks she'd ever met were decades older so for her, the excitement was about how close in age they were.
When Stiles got accepted to the University of Austin, he asked Lily if he could bunk with her for a bit. A bit turned into his whole college career. Lily was a great roommate, they got along like a house on fire and spent a lot of time honing their magic together.
With Lily came her live-in mate and Alpha, Ryan Nelson. Ryan was a tall, dark-skinned bisexual woman whose hair alternated in the bi flag colors. Currently, it was dark-blue. She was extremely protective of her mate and hadn't been a fan of a roommate at first, but she'd warmed up to him.
"Here, Stiles. Eat."
Blinking slowly, Stiles looked up at Ryan. The wolf had put a plate of sandwiches in front of him. A big plate of sandwiches. His stomach grumbled so he grabbed a sandwich, though he was confused.
"You do know I'm not a wolf, right?" Stiles asked around a mouthful. "I can't eat all of that."
"You should eat more," Ryan commented before throwing herself onto the other couch.
"I'm not that skinny," Stiles huffed and patted his stomach. "Actually, I've been gaining weight."
The wolf paused and turned toward him. "You… didn't gain weight. You're eating for two."
Stiles froze, the sandwich halfway into his mouth. "Wha… huh?"
Ryan's face did a row of complicated expressions before she ran her fingers through her dark-blue dreads. "You didn't know you were pregnant. Fuck. I was sure you did."
Putting the sandwich down, Stiles sat up more. "Is this a prank? Are you making fun of me because of all the mpreg fics I read? I thought we ended the fanfiction war."
"Ne—ever. Your tastes suck," Ryan sneered wickedly at him. "Tyler/Jeremy is boring. Bonnie/Caroline is the OTP and you have no taste."
"Why are you ship-war-ing in our living room again?" Lily called out as she stomped in. "I swear, I should have never suggested you watch Vampire Diaries together to make you bond. Urgh."
"Stiles didn't know he was pregnant," Ryan waved vaguely into Stiles' direction.
Lily's eyes widened and she slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh gosh. Oh dear."
"Wait, so Ryan isn't pranking me?" Stiles narrowed his eyes confused. "I'm a CIS dude, guys. There is no way I can physically be pregnant. Have you spent too much time reading fics?"
"You're a Spark, honey," Lily sighed and tucked a strand of fire-red hair behind her ear before sitting down next to Stiles, patting his hand. "Our magic is rooted in how much we want something to happen, how much we believe in it being possible. Have you… been wanting to be pregnant? Have you been wishing real hard for it, imagining it with all your mind?"
Stiles' eyes widened in horror. Sure, he'd been thoroughly enjoying the breeding kink for over a year, but maybe… maybe during his last stay at home, he might have wished much harder than usual, with graduation on the horizon, he couldn't help but envision a future. He'd been craving it much more lately, thinking about it more vividly. Imagining it.
Groaning, Stiles rubbed his face in exhaustion. "I… I got myself pregnant…"
"You got yourself pregnant," Ryan chuckled and patted him on the back. "Well. I am guessing these old men of yours got you pregnant. Unless you really did it all yourself."
His breath hitched. He had gotten himself pregnant with Chris and/or Peter's baby. This was just a stupid kink they indulged him on. It was play-pretend. There was no way they'd want a kid with him, period – Chris had already gone through the diaper changing with Allison, they were in a much different place in life than Stiles – much less some weird magic baby that Stiles had made without their knowledge. He rested a hand on his stomach, suddenly feeling sick.
"I baby-trapped my boyfriends," Stiles whispered horrified.
He still thought they'd realize that this relationship only worked because it was hot, kinky sex whenever Stiles visited and would dump him once he'd come in demanding cuddles, attention and dates all the time. Once he'd disturb their daily routine, get in the way of the life Chris and Peter had built with each other over the past seven years. But now? How were they supposed to get him out of their lives again if he was carrying their baby?
"Oh, honey. You need ice-cream," Lily sighed and pulled him into a tight hug.
"And better boyfriends," Ryan added while going into the kitchen. "Because if they don't see what a damn miracle this is and won't support you through it, you should dump your old men yaoi and find someone who appreciates the insanely powerful Spark and badass you are. You're a catch."
Stiles hiccuped out a watery laugh. He also accepted the ice-cream Ryan brought back.
/break\
Stiles had spent three months worrying to himself, with Ryan and Lily comforting him. Also his cousins, though Mags and Mirka had no idea what they were comforting him about. He'd successfully dodged Chris and Peter's visits in month two and three, with the excuse of being too swamped with his Master Thesis, which wasn't even a lie exactly. They had praised him for prioritizing his studies over their relationship. Well, Chris had. Peter had pouted in the background and only praised him after Stiles promised to make it up to them when he got back to Beacon Hills.
He handed in his thesis, packed up his things and flew back to Beacon Hills. He'd given his boyfriends a different flight than he actually took, because there was someone he wanted to talk to first, before he went to see Chris and Peter. This conversation was supposed to boost him, hopefully have a good outcome so he would be motivated to talk to Peter and Chris.
"Stiles!" Allison grinned and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "It's so good to see you."
"Congrats on your MA," Isaac hugged Stiles next.
"Why do you smell so weird," Malia made a face, nosing his neck. "All… off."
"Ah. Well, uh, my thesis anxiety apparently reeked a little too strongly for my roommate so I've been using magic scent suppressants," Stiles laughed nervously. "It'll take a bit to get out of my system, but I should be back to my regular scent in a week or so."
Malia did not look happy with that, but at least she seemed appeased. The four of them sat down in a booth at the diner and ordered something. Stiles fidgeted with his layers of clothes. Thankfully, he'd always loved layering so it didn't even look too suspicious that he wore a loose hoodie over a shirt. Hiding his by now noticeable baby bump. Third month with twins. Because of course it were twins. He'd been fantasizing about that, in particular, the last time he'd been in Beacon Hills. One baby from each of them. So his magic had decided to make him pregnant with twins and if they did a DNA test, Stiles just knew that one would be from each of them.
"Okay, so, why are you seeing us first before you see our dads?" Allison asked amused.
Stiles ducked his head and flushed. Of course they'd caught on with that. He hadn't requested to meet the pack, only the three kids of Peter and Chris. Biting his lips, Stiles braced himself. Allison grabbed his hand across the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze, making him look up at her.
"If this is about you moving into the penthouse, you know you have our full support, right?"
"Huh?" Stiles blinked, repeatedly, and stared at her.
Malia gave an affirmative grunt. "I'm moving in with Kira."
"Yeah, I'm going to start a rooming arrangement with Cora. Fairly sure the promise of me not bringing home anyone is the only reason she agreed," Isaac snorted softly. "Born wolves are ridiculously territorial. Apparently, being aroace makes me the ideal roommate."
It… hadn't even occurred to Stiles to ask them if they were okay with that. Well, to be fair, he hadn't thought about the moving in together anymore, at all. His brain had been preoccupied with graduation and the two growing lives he was carrying and maybe a part of him still thought that they would for sure dump him now, for the baby trapping. But yes. To the outside world, the next step in Stiles, Peter and Chris' relationship was him moving in with them. And maybe the other three people whose home the penthouse technically were should have a say in that too.
"Uhm," Stiles blinked again, unsure what to say. "Thank you. But that's not… I wanted… There's something different I wanted to talk to you guys about. Get a read on your… uh… reaction."
"Oka—ay," Malia raised one confused eyebrow. "What is it?"
"How… How would you guys feel about a little sibling?"
"Oh, they finally talked to you," Allison heaved the most relieved sigh.
"About time," Isaac grunted. "Peter has been getting annoying."
"What?" Stiles found himself at a loss all over again.
"I mean, I understand," Allison laughed softly. "They didn't want to pressure you, that was really sweet of them, graduation is already stressful enough, but really, the baby craze was getting ridiculous. I saw dad wistfully staring at a baby bed for five whole minutes when he took me furniture shopping for my and Scott's place."
"Baby craze," Stiles swallowed hard, panic rising in him.
Did they know? Had he been too suspicious? Had Peter maybe smelt it that first month after he realized he was pregnant, even though he'd already been using the scent-suppressants? They knew and now they were absolutely going to hate him for having kept it from them for three months.
"Chris says that dad's been empty-nesting since we moved out," Malia scrunched up her face for a moment. "And… I guess I get it. He never got to raise me. We only met… so late. And it wasn't his choice, that my childhood was taken from him."
Stiles had been thinking about that a lot. Especially in relation to the surprise pregnancy. There was no way he wouldn't tell his men, even if he feared their disgust, anger and-or rejection. Even if they never wanted anything to do with him ever again, he still wanted them to be a part of the babies' lives, if they wanted to, anyway. He pressed the hand that he had in his hoodie pocket against his swollen belly. He'd been in his head about this for three months now and really had gone full circle, from feeling so sure they would feel stuck with him because of the babies, to think they'd dump him for it. Quite frankly, he had no idea what to think anymore, his head was spinning.
"How about we eat for now?" Allison suggested, looking concerned at Stiles. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just… long flight, look couple weeks," Stiles offered a weak smile. "Food sounds good."
/break\
Peter had cleaned the whole penthouse twice. He'd gone grocery shopping to make sure they had all of Stiles' favorites and all the ingredients he needed to cook his nonna's gnocchi, knowing how much Stiles loved them. Everything had to be perfect when their boy would finally move in with them. Two years. Two years of waiting. Well, more than two years of waiting, considering how long he'd been away at college, but two years of having Stiles without fully having him.
But Stiles had graduated and would finally move back to Beacon Hills, would move in with Chris and Peter. Every day, falling asleep with Stiles in their bed, waking up with him, lazy mornings, shared meals, coming home to be greeted by both his mates. Peter couldn't wait.
"You're cute when you're eager, wolf," Chris smiled and pulled him into a kiss.
Peter huffed but gladly leaned against Chris, drawing strength from the mate he already had in their den. Soon. Tomorrow morning, Stiles would land and they would pick him up from the airport. Wrapping his arms around Chris' neck, he pulled his hunter closer to deepen the kiss. The door unlocked, interrupting their kiss. The kids had all keys, but they never came without texting first.
"Hello? Anyone… home? I probably should have texted, or called, or-"
"Stiles," Peter's eyes flashed and he quickly turned toward the door. "What are you doing here?"
"Surprise," Stiles shrugged with a sheepish look on his face. "Took an earlier flight."
He didn't even get to finish the sentence before Peter swept him off his feet, pulling him into a close hug and kiss, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other running his hand down Stiles' back, trying to coat his boy in his scent. It had been too long, he hadn't seen Stiles in two months, not in person. And urgh, Stiles was still using the damn scent-suppressants. Peter hated it.
"Okay, okay, put me down, Clingywolf," Stiles huffed. "C'mon, let me say hello to Chris too."
Peter reluctantly let go of Stiles so Chris could get a hug and kiss in too, but the wolf was quick to step up behind Stiles to wrap his arms around the boy's waist. He paused surprised at the width.
"Someone has been giving in to junk food and stress-eating, mh?" Peter whispered teasingly.
The teasing seemed to fall flat though because Stiles between them tensed and his pulse picked up. Peter furrowed his brows and nosed along Stiles' neck, trying to sooth his lover while Chris let his own hands run down Stiles' torso, until they rested above Peter's arms.
"Peter's not making fun of you, kitten," Chris murmured, pressing a kiss against Stiles' temple. "He's just teasing. You've had a very stressful past few months, it's okay if you gained weight. If you want to lose it again, we'll help you. And if you're comfortable with it, there's no pressure to lose it, okay? We love you, all of you, however you look, okay?"
Even without werewolf senses, Chris had gotten really good at reading their boy too, knew how to interpret Stiles' anxiety reactions. When Chris had called Stiles their feral kitten, he'd meant it. They knew how skittish Stiles could be, having spent too many years with only his dad and Scott caring for him had left a mark. He often struggled with the concept of others caring for him.
"Can we sit down?" Stiles asked softly, sounding nervous but serious.
Peter and Chris exchanged a look over Stiles' shoulder but in the end they nodded and went to the couch. Stiles didn't sit with them, he sat opposite them. He radiated anxiety to a level that Peter had never seen before and it messed even more with the wolf that he couldn't smell their boy.
"I… didn't gain weight, well, not that way or type anyway I guess," Stiles blinked a couple times, like he was struggling with getting this out. "I'm pregnant."
There was a series of emotions going through Peter, but it was interrupted by the growl next to him, drawing his attention to his husband. "Peter, what did you do."
"I understand why you would think that, but you should also know that I would never do any such thing without telling Stiles," Peter growled back, glaring at Chris. "Or you, for that matter."
The look on Chris' face changed through various emotions before he heaved a wary sigh and rubbed his face. "You're right. Of course you wouldn't. I'm sorry. I don't… This just…"
"So they are right," Stiles whispered softly. "You two really have been talking about babies?"
"Yes," Peter replied, trying to reach out for their boy. "We didn't want to rush you, we wanted you to settle in here first, with us, then start courting you properly. And after…"
Stiles didn't let him reach out, he moved away. Away from Peter's touch. Peter frowned, his inner wolf growling that they upset their mate somehow. When Stiles looked at them both again, his eyes were hard, his jaw was set and his chin raised in a manner Peter hadn't seen aimed at either of them since the earliest stage of Stiles being involved in the supernatural, back when Chris, Peter and Stiles had still been on three opposing sides. Peter had never wanted to see that look again.
"That needs to stop," Stiles' voice was cutting. "This is exactly how this relationship started! By you two, deciding together that you want me but that it'd be better to wait. And then we had sex and I got to feel all insecure and unsure about if I fucked up your relationship, because I didn't know what you two talked about and decided together."
Stiles ground his teeth together. "But that was different, because we weren't together then. It was you two, and me. This… This should be different though! Last time I was over, when you asked me to move in with you, you said that you two talked about it together and that you wanted to bring it up later, when you thought I was ready for it. Now this? You were talking about courting me, about us starting a family? But you didn't make me a part of that conversation, because you decided that I wasn't ready for it. I've been… out of my mind for the past three months, freaking out about how to tell you that I'm pregnant, bouncing between what your reactions could possibly be, from betrayed to angry to dumping me on the spot to wanting a part in the babies' lives but not me, and I could have saved three months of anxiety if you had just made me a part of that conversation! If you had just sat down, with me, and told me 'hey, we want to start a family, not any time soon, but in the future' and it would have helped a whole fucking lot."
Stiles got up, his glare intense and sparks flying off his finger-tips in his anger. "And maybe that's partially my fault too, maybe I should have just sat you down and talked to you, yeah, sure. But this… this is how this relationship has been going the entire time, it's ChrisandPeter and Stiles. And it shouldn't be, it can't be. Especially now that it's about more than the three of us."
He rested a hand on his stomach, protective. Peter was too busy staring at their boy and trying to comprehend his words to really react. Thankfully, Chris seemed faster on that.
"You're right," Chris slowly got up but didn't dare approach the clearly agitated Spark yet. "You… You're absolutely right. This is a relationship, we're all equals in it. We love and adore you, Stiles. It just… It's been Peter and me for so long, I'm so used to running things by him first. I'll do better! You're right that you deserve to be a part of these conversations from the get-go, but you… and I don't mean to blame you for our behavior but I want you to understand that we're not doing it to upset you… You have a track-record of being easily spooked when it comes to this relationship and you seem to keep thinking we'll dump you every turn, so Peter and I, we're… we're afraid that if we ask too much too soon, we will spook you and you'll be the one dumping us. So we talk about these things first and try to figure out how best to bring them up with you. Clearly… Clearly we have a track-record of that not working out well in our favor…"
Some of the fight seemed to leave Stiles and the Spark heaved a sigh. "Okay, yeah, I… I can see that. I get that. I just… You two are so far out of my league and the age-difference and the overall me, it's… It's hard for me to believe that you won't grow tired or annoyed with me and realize that your relationship was better before you added me."
He wrapped his arms around his midsection and bit his lips. Peter didn't hold back this time, he bolted up and wrapped himself around Stiles, pulling his Spark into a tight embrace.
"Darling, I love you so much," Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to Stiles' temple. "I have been in love with you longer than I have been in love with Christopher. I waited patiently, worked hard to gain your trust, friendship and love and I will never grow tired of you. My wolf chose you as our mate and the only reason I haven't courted you yet properly is because the physical distance between us made it impossible for me to court you the way you deserve. But know that I love you and that I want you to be mine. Wolves mate for life and I do not take that lightly."
Stiles stared at him, his breath hitching. "I… I… okay."
"And I promise, we will do better by you," Chris repeated his earlier words as he stepped up to them to hug Stiles from the other side. "Because I love you too, and I don't want to lose you. I want this relationship to be ChrisandPeterandStiles."
Stiles hiccuped out a soft laugh at that, nodding. "Okay. Good. I… I want that too."
Chris and Peter leaned in to kiss Stiles on the cheeks from either side, holding and soothing the Spark between them. For a few minutes, the triad just stood like that together, until all three of them were more calmed down. Slowly, they sat down on the couch, together this time.
"Can… Can we maybe talk about how you're… pregnant, now?" Chris asked softly.
"Ri—ight. Uhm," Stiles blushed embarrassed. "So, last time I was over, we might have gone a little too hard on the breeding kink? I'm a Spark. My magic is rooted in my belief and imagination. So the make-believe might have… uh… I might have believed a little too hard and imagined a little too hard? I found out back at college because Ryan – Alpha Nelson – could smell the pregnancy on me. And Lily told me how my magic made it possible. And I have… been fretting since then."
"That was three months ago, kitten," Chris frowned concerned. "You really… You've been carrying this alone this whole time? We should have been there for you."
"And I guess that's on me. I should have just told you," Stiles sighed and rubbed his face with both hands. "I just… felt like such a freak for it. And then I got worried that you'd be disgusted or angry, since kinky role-play is one thing but this is… different. I didn't know how to tell you."
"And that is on us," Chris realized devastated. "If we'd told you that we have been thinking about starting a family with you once you'd be back home, you would have known where we stood."
Peter refrained from pointing out that he had wanted to tell their boy from the get-go. It wasn't going to help this situation any. And he knew that he had agreed with Chris not to tell Stiles and he had done the 'talking to Chris first before talking Stiles' too, so it was equally on him too.
"So… So we're… actually having a baby?" Peter asked instead, looking at Stiles' midsection.
"Two," Stiles swallowed hard. "Remember how we were really leaning on the 'putting a whole litter in me' angle and the 'each of you putting a baby in me'? Yeah. Uh. My Spark might have latched onto that. Lily's mom's a gynecologist and she did an ultrasound and kept checking on me and… uhm… yeah… It's twins and I am very sure it's one from each of you."
Stiles looked so small between them as he said that, like he was still afraid they'd be angry with him for something that had entirely been out of his hand. It was clear that Stiles hadn't intentionally gotten pregnant without telling them. Peter grasped Stiles' chin and made the Spark look at him before kissing him very gently, trying to convey all the love he felt for his boy.
"We… I want a family, with both of you," Peter stated firmly. "I never got to have those early years with Malia and I want a second chance at being a parent. And I want to share that with you both. I want these babies and I will love and protect them with all I got, darling."
He rested a tentative hand on Stiles' stomach and felt his lover relax at it, sighing in relief. Chris rested his hand on top of Peter's and leaned in to kiss Stiles' cheek gently.
"I always wanted more children. It's part of why I adopted Isaac. I still got a lot of love to give and I can't imagine anything better than to get to raise them with the two men I love," Chris whispered.
"Okay," Stiles nodded a little, a small smile on his lips. "Okay. Good. So, this… is totally not the time-table I had ever in mind, but it's happening and I… do… want it to be happening."
"Okay," Peter felt relief flood him. "I think I need at least three more days to fully… wrap my head around… all of this. But what Christopher said… I never meant to make you feel excluded in this relationship, and I promise I'll do better too, darling. I just… I have wanted you for so long and my own actions drove you away before and I had to spent years working hard to gain your trust so… I… I am afraid to push you away again and I prefer Chris' council to make sure I don't say or do anything that could drive you away from me. But you're right that it should be your decision."
"So… we're all on the same page, then?" Stiles asked softly, looking from Peter to Chris. "We want this relationship, we want these babies and we're going to raise them together?"
"Yes," Chris and Peter answered at the same time.
"Good," Stiles heaved a sigh and finally fully relaxed between them. "So, I am starving because I'm eating for three now, and I am also exhausted from the flight."
"I'll make you something to eat, doll," Chris pressed a kiss to his temple.
"Would you like a bath before food?" Peter asked. "I could draw you a nice, relaxing bath."
Grinning a little, Stiles leaned back against the couch. "Yeah, I'd take a bath. And food."
/break\
Noah had a doubtful expression on his face when he sat down at the kitchen table. Stiles had brought him a burger from Susie's Diner. A bacon burger. Bacon burgers were for tough news. He could count the bacon burgers he'd gotten in the past decade on one hand with fingers left to wiggle. The last time had been when Stiles broke the news to him that he was dating Chris Argent and Peter Hale, two men twice his age. The time before that had been Stiles telling him he'd be going to college in Austin, trying to reconcile with Claudia's family.
"What is it, kiddo?" Noah asked carefully, but immediately grabbed the burger.
There was even a milkshake. That didn't bode well at all. Stiles looked incredibly nervous. He also seemed to be hunching in on himself, like he was trying to make himself small. Which was also never a good sign. His son was confrontational to a dangerous degree (dangerous for others and himself at times). He rarely backed down from a fight. And this wasn't a fight.
"I… uhm… I'm… I'm pregnant, dad."
Noah's chewing slowed down and he swallowed hard. "What the fuck did Hale do?"
Stiles stared at him in surprise. "The fact that everybody assumes Peter did this makes me think I need to have a more thorough conversation with my wolf. Peter didn't do – well, okay, no, him and Chris did do something to get us here, but it's not like he did this on his own."
Noah put his burger down. "So, this is… this is real, then? You really are pregnant?"
"I really am pregnant," Stiles nodded slowly, a hand on his stomach.
"I think…" Noah blinked. "I think I need to sit down."
"You are sitting down, daddio," Stiles spoke softly.
"Good, good," Noah nodded. "I think I need to sit down some more, then."
Stiles reached for his own burger and ate while watching Noah with one eye. By the time Noah worked through an onslaught of feelings and thoughts, sorting them enough to say something, Stiles had finished his burger and was munching on the last of the fries.
"Tell me where I'm channeling my thoughts," Noah requested.
"Huh?" Stiles blinked confused, voice muffled by curly fries. "What does that mean?"
"Peter didn't do this, so I don't have to get my gun and the wolfsbane bullets?" Noah asked, just to make sure, earning a nod. "Okay, good. Good. I came to like your wolf, while you were away, would hate to have to put a bullet in him. Would do it in a heartbeat if he ever hurt you. Same goes for your hunter. Nobody hurts my kid."
Stiles offered him a weak smile. "They didn't do anything, dad."
"Okay. So… Are we… Are we going to look for a magic abortion?" Noah asked carefully. "Is this something that wasn't supposed to happen, that we need to take care of, or…?"
Stiles' eyes widened before they softened. "No magic abortion. This wasn't exactly planned, but it is not unwanted. We… I… I want this. Chris and Peter want this. We're gonna raise the kids together. You're going to be a grandpa."
Noah heaved a relieved sigh at that. He had no idea how to deal with the potential trauma on Stiles if he had somehow gotten magically pregnant without wanting it and having to get rid of it. His son had gotten through enough trauma already, he was finally in a good, stable emotional place.
"Grandpa, huh," Noah whispered in awe. "I'm gonna be a grandpa."
He laughed softly and then Stiles relaxed and joined his laughter. "Yeah. Grandpa."
The two hugged and Noah kissed the top of his son's head. "I'm gonna need more on how in the hell this happened, but okay. Grandpa, I can… I have a lot to plan."
Stiles snorted softly and nudged him. "Eat your burger first before you plan on taking the kids to the ballpark. I'm three months pregnant, it's gonna be a while longer."
/break\
Living with Chris and Peter was something that had needed some adjusting. Peter was a bit of a neat-freak and him and Stiles didn't wholly agree on what should go where in the kitchen. Chris was an early bird in an obnoxious way and went to bed too early, always trying to coax Stiles to bed too, which had caused some fighting between them because it made Stiles feel a little too patronized. He wasn't a kid, he didn't need a bedtime. Sometimes, they fought over the dumbest things. Very quickly, they came to the agreement to never leave the penthouse angry though, to always make sure to say 'I love you' last before parting ways, because their lives were dangerous and one time, Stiles had stormed out, annoyed by their fussing and told them to fuck themselves, just to be called by Melissa to the hospital because Chris got hurt badly in an attack.
For the most part, living with them was perfect though. Even with the fighting, the silly disagreements or the adjustment to sharing space like that. Because he got to crawl into Chris' arms in bed and he got to make breakfast with Peter and he got to come home to them both every day.
Being courted by them was absolutely everything Stiles could have asked for, especially since they did it separately – they really had heard him when he said that this relationship couldn't be ChrisandPeter and Stiles. Chris mostly courted him by fixing the Jeep, bit by bit, while Peter went the more classic werewolf route of showing he could provide for Stiles. They also did more things in sets of two now. He'd driven to Silver Lake with Peter last week, while Chris had taken him out to see Star Wars at the drive in theater two weeks ago. All three of them had been on a picnic in the preserve, at a spot that Peter used to love when he was young, yesterday.
"Chri—is," Stiles called out from the living room, resting a hand on his belly.
"What do you need, kitten?" Chris stuck his head into the living room, looking concerned.
"I'm hungry, again," Stiles offered the big, sad kitten eyes. "Can I have a Nutella pickle sandwich?"
Chris swallowed hard, looking a bit nauseous. "Sure thing, I'll make you one. Anything else?"
Stiles, sprawled out half on Peter and trapping the wolf as his pillow, shook his head, fully happy.
/break\
"You are actually the most ridiculous person I know," Stiles muttered and shook his head.
"I will not be beaten by McCall," Erica huffed, tapping her fingers against her stomach. "Your firstborn is gonna be best friends with mine. For that, they gotta be close in age."
Stiles smiled bemused and looked from Erica to her mate next to her. Boyd was just staring at Erica like the oversized love-sick puppy he was. Stiles folded his arms over his own prominent belly.
"And you are okay with that?" Stiles asked, eyebrows raised at Boyd.
"She declared 'we're gonna make a baby' and climbed me like a tree. I stood no chance," Boyd looked absolutely smitten and in awe. "All I could think about were the tiny, fierce pups we'd make and I was gone. It was… a surprise, but not a bad one."
The two had been together since they were sixteen, after all. Married for nearly five years. So, in the trajectory of their relationship, they were probably in a more stable place for children than Stiles and his men. Still, it had surprised him when she declared she was gonna have a baby too.
"Our children will be childhood best friends," Erica declared, leaning against him. "I will beat McCall to that. Childhood best friends with the option of romance in the future."
Stiles snorted and refrained from mentioning that Allison had found out two weeks ago that she was also pregnant. Not planned, but created from the, ah, enthusiastic reunion after college had kept Scott and Allison apart. Right now, Stiles and Erica were sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Logan's. Stiles had to go all the way to Austin for his check-ups since there weren't many gynecologists around who knew about the supernatural and Stiles' pregnancy was very… unusual. Erica had decided to tag along, reasoning that she was having a werewolf cub so a supernatural doctor would be a safer bet than a human one. Stiles appreciated having a friend to share this with.
"How are you holding up?" Boyd asked concerned, looking at Stiles. "This ain't exactly…"
"Usual?" Stiles raised both eyebrows. "Yeah, no kidding. Honestly, some days it feels like I'm in a horror scifi movie. Other times, it feels like… everything? I don't know. For the most part, I am really enjoying how much Peter and Chris are spoiling me. They're adorably fussy."
"If you need anything, you call," Boyd ordered, reaching out to grab his hand. "If the adorably fussy gets too clingy and overbearing, you tell me and I'll find a way to distract them."
Stiles snorted out a soft laugh. "Yeah, Derek and Allison both offered the same thing. Thanks. I will most likely take you up on that offer at one point. The more pregnant I get, the more clingy they get. I am predicting that the final month is going to be suffocating."
"Kitten, we got you the pizza you wanted."
On cue did Peter and Chris return. Chris was carrying a box of pizza, while Peter was carrying water and pretzels (Erica had requested pretzels when Chris and Peter ran off to get Stiles what he requested). Peter scent-marked Erica and handed her the pretzels; she was his favorite of the betas.
"Thank you, silver fox," Stiles grinned and accepted the pizza.
Chris pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple and then sat down next to him. Peter growled lightly that Chris had used the opportunity to snatch the empty seat next to Stiles, before the wolf just planted himself on Chris' lap so he could also sit next to Stiles. They hovered a lot.
"Erica is planning our kids' wedding, by the way," Stiles stated around a piece of pizza.
"Friendship! First and foremost I am planning their friendship. If they choose to have an epic childhood best friends romance later on, that is up to them," Erica argued, grabbing a pretzel.
Peter made an amused noise and shook his head at them. "I'm just glad that our pack is growing."
Stiles' eyes softened as he looked at Peter. Peter, who grew up in a pack that was family. His parents, siblings, their children. The pack of his childhood, with aunts, uncles and his grandparents. The way Peter had experienced pack all of his life, pack grew through the next generation. And then his family had been taken from him and suddenly, pack grew through the bite and the members of the pack needed to grow close and learn to trust each other first. Stiles reached out to link fingers with Peter, reaching out to pull Peter's hand so it was resting on his own belly.
"Yeah," Stiles whispered gently. "Our pack is growing."
/break\
"She's perfect," Chris whispered in awe as he gently held their newborn daughter.
Peter stepped next to him, tickling their son's belly. "He's just as perfect."
"Yeah. I made two totally perfect babies. Now hand them to me."
Stiles looked absolutely wrecked on the bed, exhausted and ready to pass out. Chris and Peter were quick to step up to him and place both babies in Stiles' arms. Both babies were covered in moles, undeniably Stiles', but their daughter had the brightest bluest eyes, while their son had Stiles' amber eyes. Both were absolutely perfect and neither Chris nor Peter could look away from them.
"Will you lot tell me what my grandkids are called now?" Noah demanded to know.
He came to stand next to Stiles, gently tickling his grandson's cheek. Stiles nuzzled his daughter before he looked up at his dad, offering him to hold his grandson. Noah was so careful as he cradled the baby close, like he was afraid the boy would break or vanish.
"You are holding James Stilinski Hale," Stiles announced. "And this is Adele Stilinski Hale."
They had argued longer about the last names than the first names. James was named after Peter's favorite uncle, who had largely raised him. Adele was named after Chris' mother, Adeline. Chris was the one to push for Stilinski Hale. The Argent name had brought him nothing but pain, he was more than happy to leave it behind, proud to celebrate his lovers.
"I can't believe my magic gave us these," Stiles whispered in awe. "Look at her. Just… look."
He pointed at Adele, as though it wasn't obvious who he was talking about. Both Peter and Chris stared at their daughter in equal awe, feeling the same as Stiles. Noah all the while was tickling James' stomach, marveling at the boy's big, brown eyes.
"He looks just like you did when you were born, Mietek," Noah murmured amazed. "Claudia would be so proud of you. Oh, she would dote on these two so much."
"Guess you'll have to dote on them enough for… six grandparents," Stiles pointed out.
Noah laughed, a wet sound. "Believe me, I will. Isn't that right, Jamie?"
/break\
"My ears weren't made for newborn babies," Peter whined, burying his face in Stiles' neck. "Make it stop, darling, I am begging you. What do they want? A sacrifice? I could give them a human sacrifice if it'll make them stop screaming. Please. Anything."
Stiles groaned and rolled over, grabbing a pillow to cover his ears. "Christopher, your daughter has decided to terrorize us. It's your turn to appease her."
Chris heaved an amused sigh and got up. "You two are weak."
His wolf had too sensitive ears, while his Spark was doing his best but also still put a lot of work into pack research so when keeping them all alive kept him up all night, he could not handle early baby screeching. Chris kissed both his mates gently before he headed to the nursery.
"Good morning to you too, Addie," Chris smiled and picked their daughter up. "What can I do for you this fine morning? Do you need a change, are you hungry, or do you just miss papa? It's hard, isn't it? You spent nine months nice and safe and warm, so close to him, and now you're supposed to be out here, all alone, mh? I get that. I would prefer cuddling Stiles at all times too, yes I would."
He bounced Adele a little, pacing the nursery. They'd kept the twins in separate beds at first. It had not been a good idea. They had spent nine months as close as could be, so the shock of being in the outside world and then also being separated was too much. It soothed them to share a bed. Though Jamie was more easily soothed than his sister, she was more fussy.
"You're so good with her," Stiles whispered softly.
When Chris looked up, he saw his mate leaning against the doorway, a gentle smile on his lips. "Didn't I get up so you could stay in bed, kitten?"
"I like watching you with them," Stiles shrugged and pushed off the doorway. "You're a great dad. I mean, I knew that already, on account of Allison, but still. Seeing it, being a part of it, of raising a kid with you, that's… different. Pretty amazing. And I'm honestly so glad you're picking up the slack when Peter and I are knocked out with exhaustion."
"He's our Alpha, you're our Emissary. You two have duties beyond our family," Chris pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple. "We are doing this together. I just got a leg up on you two experience wise."
"And we are grateful for it," Peter called out from the bed. "Baby banshee stopped screeching so you could come back to bed, you know."
"Our daughter is not a banshee," Stiles snorted amused and kissed Addie's forehead.
When Chris put her back down in the crib, she immediately started screaming again and only stopped when he picked her up again to bounce her a little. After a moment, Stiles went to fetch Jamie and then motioned for Chris to follow him back to the bed.
"We return to bed, as requested," Stiles grinned and got in on one side of Peter.
"You brought the screeching monsters," Peter pointed out with a deadpan.
"Your favorite screeching monsters," Stiles pointed out and placed James on Peter's chest.
Peter's gaze immediately softened as he snuggled their son. "Yeah. I just wish they would take my sensitive werewolf hearing into consideration."
Peter flashed his eyes red at their son and big, golden eyes flashed back at him, causing Peter's smile to widen and soften. As far as they could tell, Addie was human, but Jamie was definitely a little wolf and he was absolutely perfect.
"I prefer this anyway," Chris said as he took Peter's other side, placing Addie between them. "All of us, together. That's perfect, isn't it, Addie? You like being with your dads too, don't you?"
Addie babbled a little and snuggled against Peter, causing the wolf to positively melt. Stiles smiled and kissed the corner of Peter's mouth before snuggling against the wolf, their son safely tucked between the two of them. His eyes found Chris, who was hugging Addie close against his chest now. In that moment, Stiles felt so warm, so safe and so happy.
~*~ The End ~*~