Peter holds his stomach with his eyes closed.
"Hey Peter?"
Peter opened one eye "What?"
"We can postpone seeing dad." Stiles offered.
"No, not this again. I am okay Stiles. It is nothing to worry yourself over, it's a cold."
Stiles rolls his eyes "This is not a cold Peter. Vomiting yourself silly is not a cold. You could be seriously ill. Why will you not let me care for you Peter?"
"Because I am a werewolf Stiles! I heal."
"But you are not healing Peter! You are getting worse! What am I suppose to do? Just leave you to die alone."
Peter groaned covering up his face "I am not dying! I am not getting worse either Stiles. I made an appointment with Deaton for once we get into Beacon Hills."
"You did?" Asked Stiles.
"Not just a pretty face." Smirked Peter.
"Can I come with you to Deaton?' Asked Stiles.
"Do you want to come along?" Questioned Peter.
Stiles nods "I want to be there with you."
"Okay. Okay then. Of course you can come along with me. I would like for you to come along with me. I am actually really nervous about what the results are."
"Whatever the results are, you can depend on me to be here through this experience right by your side Peter."
Peter takes Stiles hand giving it a kiss "Thank you."
"You are welcome Peter. Now come on, dad is expecting us."
Stiles pulls back onto the street, anxious to see his dad, and anxious for the results of seeing Deaton.

Stiles gets out from his jeep as he sees his dad standing there smiling.
"Hi dad!" Stiles says walking over.
"Stiles. He said, pulling his son into a tight hug, I have missed you."
"I missed you too." Stiles beamed.
"Hello Sheriff." Peter greeted.
John chuckled "Call me John,please."
John broke his hug with Stiles.
"Hello, again John." Peter retried.
"Hi. How are you feeling? Stiles mentioned you have been feeling a little bit ill."
Peter glared at Stiles.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders.
"Sorry see that is a very sensitive subject. Now, Deaton also called for as a reminder for an appointment Peter."
Peter once again was glaring at Stiles, "Sorry." Stiles shrugged.
"You are not coming anymore Stiles."
"What! Oh come on." Pouted Stiles.
"You deserve to not come along."
"What for?"
"For telling your father that I am unwell." Peter declared.
John laughed "He will be pouting all day."
Peter looks at John, then looks at Stiles whose eyes are round.
"Fine. Fine you can come along. Did he say when my appointment was John?" Asked Peter.
"He said anytime you are ready to come see him."
"Can we go dad?" Stiles questioned.
"Go on. See what is wrong." John waved the two away.
"Thank you dad." Stiles smiled.
"Yes, thank you John." Added Peter.
"You all are welcome, now go!" Expressed John.

"Hello Peter. And Stiles." Greeted Deaton.
"Hi Deaton. How are you fairing?" Peter asked.
"Business is fairing well. But this is not about me. Now Stiles, go switch over the closed sign for me. Now if you will follow me please Peter." Deaton asked.

"And do you only feel sick in the morning Peter?"
"Anytime of the day. And it happens so suddenly."
"And do you feel better once you are done?"
Peter nods.
Deaton nods "Well."
"Well what Deaton? Am I okay Deaton?"
Deaton looks at the two of the men "I think I know what is wrong with you Peter."
"Oh good. What is wrong with me? Nothing serious?"
"You are pregnant."
Peter looks at Deaton, "What does that mean?"
"That you are pregnant? It means you are having a baby Peter."
Peter shakes his head.
"How are you feeling now Peter?" Stiles questioned.
Peter stops "How am I feeling? I just found out that I am pregnant! With like a baby! How do you think I a doing right now Stiles?"
"Well I do not know! Since you are not saying anything over there!"
"Peter, calm down. If I can do an ultrasound, that can confirm if you are really pregnant."
"Will you do that please. Thanks."
"Up on the table, and raise your shirt."

Peters face was focused on the screen as Stiles face resembles the same expression.
"How Deaton?"
"Werewolves have incredible abilities. Pregnancy, I suppose, is part of those abilities."
"Have you met another male werewolf whose pregnant?"
"No, you would be the first." Deaton confirms.
"Of course. What am I suppose to say? I am pregnant Deaton! I am having a baby. Oh, Stiles, what says you?"
Stiles smiled "I am happy, thrilled! Dad is a grandpa!"
"And we are daddies." Pointed out Peter.
"And we are daddies now."
"Do you want two copies of your baby?" Deaton asked.
"Yes. Please." Answered Stiles.
" Wait! How far along am I?"
"You are 11 weeks along, you are progressing along perfectly."
Peter sets a hand down on his stomach, a smile stretching across his face.
"Will I begin showing soon Deaton?"
"You already are Peter. You have a small little bump on your belly Peter. It looks like you have gained a little weight, or like a beer belly."
Stiles sets his hand on Peters "I am so happy."

The ride to the Stilinksi's house went quickly.
"When can we tell dad Peter? He will want to know immediately." Stiles asked.
"Lets tell him right away then. He is getting a grand baby Stiles. Do you think he will be happy?" Peter chews on his lip.
Stiles laughs softly "He will. He has wanted nothing more than GrandBabies Peter.
Peter nods "I hope he will be happy about this."
"Stop worrying. Worrying is bad for our baby. How strange."
"Our baby, saying our baby Stiles. I like saying that."
"So do I Peter. Now come on, lets go meet my dad."

John smiles when he sees the two walk through the door "Hey, I have dinner called in."
"Pizza?"
"You know it. How did the visit go with Deaton?"
Stiles and Peter share a look. "What look was that?" Asked John.
"Dad. How do you feel about becoming a grandpa?"
"Hopefully one day." Says John.
"Well this day has come Dad. Peter is having a baby! You are a grandpa! Surprise!"
John looks at the two of the men.
"You..seriously?"
Both nod.
John pulls Peter into a hug "I am, wow...unbelievable! Get in the hug too Stiles!"
"Are you happy dad?"
John wipes away tears "I am. Wow, Peter. And Stiles, I am..a grandbaby. Holy wow."

Peter wakes up to something clanging against something else.
"Stiles? Stiles, what is that clanging noise?"
"Whose cleaning their nose?" Stiles muttered.
"No, what? What is that clanging noise Stiles? Ahh, see! There is the noise. What is that noise?"
"Oh. I hear that. What the hell is that noise?"
Getting out of his old bed Stiles goes to investigate; stopping suddenly when he finds the situation right next door.
"What in the hell?" Stiles whispered.
John looks out to see Stiles, "Oh hey!"
"Hey dad? What..you..what are you doing?"
"Come look. Where is Peter?"
"Still in bed."
"Oh okay. Well come on in. I have been working all night!"
Stiles steps into the room, which has been transformed "Whoa."
"This room was your nursery Stiles." John says.
Stiles looks around, he had a feeling of his mum.
"I had the same feeling too. Claudia loved your nursery."
"Why did you do this dad?"
"For my grandbaby Stiles. Though you no longer live in Beacon Hills, I am still expecting to be a part of my grandchild life." John explained.
Stiles looks around again.
"This is really nice of you John, but there is only one little problem."
John and Stiles see Peter standing by the door.
"Which would be?"
"We are moving back to Beacon Hills. Stiles misses you. And I want our child to be around familiar people."
John grins "This is one hell of a surprise son! When were you going to tell me that?"
"Stiles did not know, this was his surprise too actually."
"So wait. I get my son back in Beacon Hills, with you, which welcome to the Stilinksi family. And now a grandchild. Holy hell. This is happiness I have not felt in many years. Thank you for returning this boys."

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