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YESSSSSSS SECRET BABIES. don’t forget the belly touching ro IT IS IMPORTANT.
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SO STILES WANTS TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH HIM, RIGHT.
"you’re a smart boy," peter says leaning in behind stiles.
his hand comes around stiles’ front, petting across his chest and across nipples that are sensitive enough to hurt now. and stiles leaning back into peter with his breath quickening, his lashes dipping as the need to be covered in a wolf’s scent overwhelms him.
"you’re smart, so i’m sure you can guess," peter says and his hand sweeps down over stiles’ belly, where it’s only just begun to pooch out. "you were very busy while you were gone, weren’t you?"
stiles’ breath catches wholly. he doesn’t dare breathe.
"yes, very busy," peter says. "after all, even with a little help from me, it would’ve taken considerable effort to get you in this state. the two of you must have nearly devoured each other."
"and there had to have been a part of you that longed terribly," peter says and stiles can hear the smile stretching out his mouth as he finishes: "for family.”
stiles swallows around a thick tongue. he can still taste the blood in his mouth and god, he is still hungry but peter’s teasing whispers have torn away his appetite. he covers peter’s hand across his belly. his fingers clench hard between peter’s, but peter’s touch remains gentle — thumb sweeping back and forth just above stiles’ navel.
stiles licks his lips. “that— it can’t—”
peter’s mouth presses into his hair. “would you like me to say the words for you?” stiles shudders and peter takes that as a yes. “you’re with child,” he says. “with whatever wolf you laid with, so i hope you chose well.”
and the whole thing becomes that peter becomes a surrogate father, in a way, because neither stiles nor peter could know if max is still alive — and if he is, whether he would want a time travelling mind fuck of a baby. but peter knows that max would’ve been powerful — had to be if he was going to keep stiles, especially with the pheromones that stiles had been putting off — but the point is that it’s going to be a born wolf that results from this, not a bitten one. the child of an alpha and a witch and therefore something peter wants to keep.
and sometimes, stiles finds that peter reminds him of max — dark and handsome and greedy. the possessive way peter touches him, the near obsessive manner in which peter predicts his needs so that stiles has no reason to turn to someone else for help.
stiles doesn’t mean to compare them, but he can’t help it. he needs peter — in a different way than he needed max — because most of the pack doesn’t understand why stiles is even willing to go along with this, or how stiles is even getting past the idea of the whole thing (oh god oh god, he’s a *guy* and now he’s *pregnant*, what even).
but derek is more than happy to let the whole thing carry on because it keeps peter occupied with stiles, keeps peter from cooking up whatever back-stabby plans he’s got in mind while derek is busy preparing for the alpha pack.
and then the alpha pack shows up and max is with them and he and stiles recognize each other on sight and peter is there and stiles is like WEEKS away from actual motherhood here.