A Series of Bad Decisions

But how do you tell your– alpha with benefits, that you’re pregnant with his baby? Especially when he’s made it obvious he sees you as nothing more than a way to get his dick wet? And now here she was. Pregnant, alone, and no ode what to do.

The stress was taking its took on the beta, and her eyes fluttered shut, dreaming of a boy with black hair and big brown eyes running around the preserve in front of a rebuild Hale house.

Suddenly, she woke with a start, and looked around slightly dazed, rubbing her eyes.

“I guess I dozed off– I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she laid eyes on Derek.

“No, hey, no.” He sounded like stiles in his haste to keep her in his bed where she belonged. The scent of her there, in his den... Derek had to forcibly will his wolf into containment. 

“If you say so,” she shrugged, fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. “Thank you, Der.”

He was tempted to run to the store, to get some air and clear his head. With a glance at his car, he jogged toward the store instead of getting behind the wheel. He had to think, had to center himself and be the stable rock that Erica would need through her pregnancy.

Was the baby his? The question swirled around in his mind as he absent mindedly grabbed all the different options the store had for pregnancy tests, and he honestly wasn’t sure. Had they had sex recently enough that it could be? He paid on autopilot and jogged back to the loft in a confused haze.

The bag of pregnancy tests fell from his hand when he opened the loft door. He couldn’t have been gone for any more than twenty minutes, but his apartment reeked of hormones and the warm smell of Erica. He slid the door closed and took the spiral stairs three at a time to get to her more quickly. Derek stopped in the open doorway, heat curling in his stomach and chest at the thicker smell of her. 

“Der– my breasts are sore, and I’ve been throwing up in the morning. I don’t think that’s stress,” she said, finally looking up at him.