The days blurred into a haze of sex, stolen touches, and whispered promises. But then the little stick in Stiles’s hand changed everything.

Two pink lines.

Her heart stopped when she saw them. At first, she thought it was a dream—then her trembling fingers confirmed it. She was pregnant.

She pressed her hand over her flat stomach, tears stinging her eyes. A baby. Derek’s baby.

Part of her wanted to scream with joy, but fear sank its claws deep. What if he didn’t want it? What if he told her to leave? What if he stayed bound to Sara, leaving her alone with his child?

That night, her nerves twisted tighter as she sat in her room, lights dim, Eli fast asleep in the crib nearby. She wore a simple nightgown, clutching the test in her hand like it was her lifeline.

The door clicked softly, and there he was. Derek slipped inside, tie loose, eyes burning with need as always. “Couldn’t stay away,” he murmured, moving closer.

But Stiles didn’t throw herself at him like she usually did. She sat on the edge of the bed, lips trembling, eyes wide.

“Derek,” she whispered.

He frowned, instantly alert. “What is it, Stiles?”

Her hand shook as she held out the test. “I… I’m pregnant.”

The room went still. He stared at the tiny stick, then at her, his expression unreadable for a long, heavy beat. Stiles’s heart pounded painfully, her voice breaking.

“Are you… are you mad? Do you want me to leave? Will you…” She swallowed hard. “…will you keep me hidden forever?”

For a second, she thought he might say yes. That he might protect his reputation, his family, his perfect image with Sara.

But then his jaw tightened, and his eyes softened in a way she’d never seen.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, taking her trembling hands in his. “Stiles,” he said, voice low and rough, “you’re my girl. You hear me? You’re the mother of Eli, and now—you’re carrying our baby.”

Her lips parted, tears spilling down her cheeks. “So… you won’t let me go?”

He shook his head firmly, pressing kisses to her hands, her stomach, her tear-stained face. “Never. You’re mine. Eli’s mama. The mama of the baby growing in here.” His palm pressed against her belly reverently. “I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”

Stiles’s sob broke into a smile as she pulled him up, crashing her lips against his. The kiss was wet, desperate, full of relief and joy.

“I love you, Derek,” she whispered against his lips. “So much.”

“I love you too, mama,” he murmured back, kissing her deeper, holding her close as though he’d never let go.

In that moment, all her fear melted away. Because for the first time, Stiles knew—she wasn’t just a secret or a slut. She was his. His mama, his love, the mother of both his children.

And she was happier than she had ever been.