Stiles lay there in the afterglow, Derek’s cum still warm inside her, their bodies tangled on the bed. But the sound of the front gates opening—Lydia’s car pulling in—snapped them back to reality. Derek kissed her quickly, pulling out with a wet pop. “Quick, baby—dress up before she comes in. I’ll slip back to my room.”

Stiles nodded, scrambling up despite her shaky legs. She grabbed a fresh sundress from her closet—loose and innocent, hiding the evidence of their celebration. Derek dressed swiftly, pressing one last kiss to her lips. “I love you, my pregnant girl. See you downstairs.” He snuck out, heading to the master bedroom just as Lydia’s heels echoed in the foyer.