"Please do not be on fire." Scott begged.
Opening up the oven door, he prepared himself just in case of fires, to his relief, there were no fires. "Ha, master chef McCall."
Scott removes the tin pan from the stove, setting it on a free red pot holder. Removing his pot holder gloves, Scott begins to clean up the mess he created in the kitchen.

Scott finished with the dishes when Stiles came in, "Is that banana bread I smell?"
"Yes it is. I am slicing myself a slice, want one?"
Stiles approaches Scott. Standing behind Scott, he lays his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Scott's waist. Scott does not say anything. He loves nothing more than Stiles, and his unborn son.
"Can you put jelly on mine? Boysenberry specifically."
Scott smirked "Odd combination." "Blame your son Scott- he has your appetite." Scott reaches behind him, patting Stiles bump "Just means he is a growing baby."
"I am also growing. Have you seen me as of recently Scott?"
Scott turned Stiles around "Yeah, I have seen you recently. You look damn sexy. I cannot wait to get you knocked up again Stiles."
Stiles snorted "Is that all true?"
"Cross my heart, hope to die." Scott crossed his heart.
"Well since you crossed your heart, I better believe you." Stiles smiled.
"Yeah, you should believe me Stiles. Would you like some milk?" "Please. Mind if I sat down Scott? My lower back is hurting."
"Of course! Go sit down." Scott walked Stiles to a chair. Helping him to sit.
Stiles rubs his belly "Whew. You are defiantly a McCall."
"And why would that be Stiles?" Scott questioned, looking over.
"This baby is always hungry . And it already has werewolf abilities. You should feel him kicking in here." Stiles answered.
"He is kicking?" Scott questioned. "He is always kicking Scott. Come feel!"
Scott washes his hands, then goes to Stiles.
Stiles navigates Scott's hand.
"He is most active--here. Ooh."
"Oh wow. You are a little active man in there." Scott whispered.
Stiles laughed "He is. Gets a little tiring, but I know he is okay when he is kicking."
Scott released his hands off his kicking bump, now focusing back on his banana bread.
Slicing up a few pieces, with the boysenberry sauce, Scott walks it over to Stiles, who grinned when Scott sat down the sliced banana bread.

"Mmh, thank you Scott. He is very happy in here." Stiles rubs his belly.
Scott smiles at Stiles, "Very good. How about we go upstairs and cuddle?"
"Or maybe a bath instead?" Questioned Stiles.
"Bath does sound nice." Agreed Scott.
"Great! I will go get the bath started." 'Nuh uh. You will sit there." Scott declared. "I am not helpless." Argued Stiles.
Scott knew where this was going. "Okay, fine. If you can get out of your chair, without my help, then you can go up."
Stiles frowned. "Unfairly played." Scott smirked.
"Okay, fine. I only agree because I cannot get up."

Scott turns off the tap that was running full of warm water. "Feels good." Scott hummed, after testing the water.
"Are you ready Scott?" Stiles asked.
"I am. Do you need help?" Scott questioned.
"Maybe."
"Okay, let me help you."
Stiles walked into the bathroom,
his bathrobe on.
"Here. Let me help you Stiles." Scott said.
"Thank you."
Stiles removed his bathrobe, Scott's hand gravitating towards his bare belly. Chuckling when he feels kicks.
"He likes your touch."
Scott grinned "Oh yeah? Do you like my touch son?"
Scott was rewarded with some kicks, making Stiles to groan.
"Can we get in the bath?" Stiles asked.
"Of course."
Using Scott to hold on to, Stiles situated himself into the tub, sighing when the water touches his bare skin.
"How do you feel?" Whispered Scott.
"Better if you get in here with me." Stiles answered.
"I am coming in."
Scott joins Stiles.
Scott leans against the tub, Stiles leaning against Scott.
Scott moved his hands to Stiles baby bump, rubbing it with his thumbs. Neither says anything. Enjoying one another's company.
"We have not discussed names for him Stiles." Scott says.
Stiles looks down at his belly "I know. He does need a name. Any ideas Scott?"
"I like Nash."
"Nash? Why the name Nash?"
"If you do not like it."
"No! Of course I like the name Nash. It is different, I like it. Does he need a middle name?"
"Of course." Scott laughed.
Stiles laughed with Scott.
"How about..Trevor? Nash Trevor Stilinski." Offered Stiles.
Scott scoffed "Um, no. That..no."
"What are you thinking then Scott?"
"What about Jagger? Nash Jagger Stilinski."
"We are not naming our son after liquor."
"It sounds cool though." Scott defended.
"It does not sound cool Scott. It makes us sound so stupid."
Scott sighed "Okay, I guess you are right. What are you considering?"
Stiles is silent before he speaks "Roy. Nash Roy Stilinski."
"Nash Roy Stilinksi- I do approve."
"Did we just name our son?"
"We just named our son. Hello, Nash Roy." Scott rubs Stiles belly.
"Hello, Nash." Stiles whispered.

It came to Scott as no surprise when he finds Stiles siting in the nursery's rocking chair.
"Hi." Scott greeted.
"Hi." Stiles responded.
"This is your favorite room." Scott says.
"It is calming Scott, and also very scary."
"Why?"
"Our son, Nash, will be living in here soon."
"He will be. But you know what Stiles? We are so ready. I know we are ready for him to be born."
"We are ready you say Scott?"
"I think we are."
"Glad you said that, Scott- Nash is ready to meet us."
"What?"
"Scott. Nash is coming. Like now."
Stiles clings to his belly.
Scott snaps from his trance.
"Up we go Stiles."
Scott helped Stiles stand.
Stiles clings to his arms.
"This is a painful experience already Scott. I cannot do this."
Scott looks at Stiles "I know you can do this. Because I do believe in you."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I really do believe in you Stiles. I know you can do this because I have seen you at your greatest, how strong you are. How you never have backed down from a challenge before. And I can see the proudness of yourself that you see in you Stiles."
Stiles sniffled "Oh Scott."
Scott kisses Stiles.
"I has plentiful of speeches, but those are for later Stiles. Now come on, you need to go see my mom."
"Melissa will be thrilled."
"Her first grand baby, our son."
"Well come on then, I want to meet our son. Go get in the car Stiles." Scott said.
"I am."
Stiles waddled down the stairs, while Scott goes to retrieve the hospital bag.
Collecting the bag Scott returned to Stiles.
"Are we ready to go Stiles?" Scott asked.
"Get me to the hospital. Now! Steer driving, go! Speed if you have to!"
Scott begins driving, one hand on Stiles belly, other hand doing the driving.
Stiles was panting "Ow...ooh."
"Driving quickly as I can."
"Drive faster!"
"But you-"
"Scott McCall. If you do not get me to the hospital, you will be delivering this baby."
"Not only do I not want to look, I do not want to be a doctor."
"Then you better hurry."
"I am going faster."
Scott pushes the gas.
They shoot down the road faster.
"Ooh ow! Scott why are we not there yet! Scott!"
"We are. We are here Stiles. I will go get my mom."
"Hell no you are not leaving me! You..ow! Help me out of the car. I need help." Stiles declared.
Scott helped Stiles out of the car.
"Just a few steps Stiles." Scott encouraged.
"Just..shut the hell up Scott. Your stupid pep talks are not helping me."
"Okay. Sorry."
"Is Melissa McCall in?" Scott asked.
"She is."
"I need her please."
"And who are you?"
"My son. Hi, Scott. Oh! And Stiles, wait. Is it time!"
"Yes." Stiles grunted.
"Oh that is wonderful!" Melissa kisses Scott and Stiles cheeks before rushing them off to his arranged room.
"Here is your room. Press the nurse button if you need anything."
"Will you be the on call nurse Melissa?"
"I will be here for you."
Melissa patted Stiles arm, "Thank you Melissa."
"Have you decided on a name guys?"
"We have."
"Well!"
"You will find out when we introduce you mom."
Melissa laughed "Fair played."
"Take care of them both Scott."
"Yeah, I will mom." Scott minded.
"Good boy." Melissa said.

Scott looks over at Stiles, and at Nash.
"He is here."
"He is here, and I am..no words Scott."
"You did so good." Scott whispered.
"Thanks Scott. You should call Melissa."
"Already did."
As on a cue, Melissa was knocking on the door "Hello you happy family."
"Hi, mom. Come in, come in!"
Melissa slowly walked in, stopping to peer over.
"My first grandbaby."
"Melissa, meet Nash."
"Nash Stilinski, hi. I am going to spoil you rotten." Melissa cooed.

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