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Derek spotted Stiles, hunkered down in a chair amidst the throb of people that passed by him. Derek hurried to settle on the chair next to his husband. Stiles jerked a little but settled when he realized it was his Alpha.
"Hey, you're back," The Omega muttered sleepily.
"Of course. I grabbed us some water. How are you feeling?" Derek asked, handing his husband the bottled water.
"We're both fine Der. Just a little wore out from traveling," Stiles huffed, smoothing a thin but large hand over the swollen expanse over his belly.
They'd so far traveled 2 hours in the jeep from Beacon Hills to L.A. and were now sitting in the uncomfortable chairs in LAX, waiting for their plane to board for the 6-hour flight to Honolulu.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? The doctor said this pup is bigger, it's just going to put more stress on your body," Derek lamented to his mate, dropping an arm around his pupped Omega.
"We're FINE, Alpha. We're just excited to be in Hawaii. You just gotta get us there," Stiles huffed, settling, rubbing his stomach affectionately.
"Oh, we're getting there," The Alpha promised, cupping the bottom of his mate's full womb.
"Mmmmm this cub really is bigger," Stiles mumbled, tossing his head back, his big belly pushed out as he raised his arms over his head to stretch, his stomach drawing tight as Derek watched lovingly.
Boarding the plane was a struggle in and of itself. The ticket managers asked if Stiles had clearance to fly and then held him there while they called.
Stiles, close to tears, wilted against Derek, their big pup between them.
"It's okay, pup. We'll be fine, we'll get there. The doctor cleared us. You, me, and the pup are going to Hawaii for our babymoon. It's fine." Derek kissed the top of his mate's head. The older 'were took a deep breath and tried to keep his cool as his mate nuzzled into his chest affectionately.
"I'm not even that far along," The Omega huffed bitterly, scrunching his nose in the way Derek found melted his heart like butter.
"Baby, you're 8 months pregnant and you look bigger than 8 months. They just want to keep you two safe," Derek said in a way he hoped was soothing, rubbing his hands up and down his husband's side that had softened with the pregnancy.
"But I was CLEARED!" Stiles growled slash cried. "If the doctor was fine with it they should just let me on," He sobbed into Derek's chest as the bigger man rubbed his little husband's back and across his shoulders.
"I know sweets. I know. Look there's the lady now," Derek offered in a pathetic attempt at condolence.
"You can't just gender someone. What if they're not gender-conforming or present different than their gender? You could misgender someone" Stiles said, tilting his head back to pout up at Derek.
The older man shook his head fondly. "Okay, Pup, I'm sorry. The attendant is coming over, " He acquiesced, motioning to the person in bright blue walking toward them.
Derek loved the way Stiles so easily defended someone and their unknown gender, even when upset.
"Hello. We've contacted you're prenatal specialist. He confirms that you are in fact able to fly. First-class seats, correct?" The attendant asked and Derek could feel Stiles surge with excitement.
'Yes, first-class," The Alpha answered, feeling his Omega bounce on his feet happily, like an energetic pup, despite the fact that there was actually a pup inside the younger man that was heavy and weighing him down.
"Please, follow me. Is there anything your Omega needs?" The attendant asked, leading Derek and Stiles down a huge ramp towards the door to the plane.
“We’d like some water as we board. He needs to stay hydrated,” He answered, his voice gruffer with a stranger than it was with Stiles, his pup, or even the pack.
Derek kept watch on his mate from the corner of his eye and saw his mate cup a hand under his heavy belly as they went down the downward ramp, trying to keep his feet beneath him and his balance steady.
The attendant led the two to the door and opened it, ushering them inside as Derek carried both his and his mate's carry-ons and their personal bags on his shoulders, a broad hand on the small of Stiles' back which was slightly bowed, the weight of his pup bump pulling him forward.
Derek felt bad as they settled in the seats, Stiles shifting a bit, trying to get comfortable, his lap filled with their unborn pup.
Stiles hummed when he was finally comfortable and dropped his head on Derek's shoulder. "We're going to Hawaii, Der," The Omega muttered, happy, content, and sleepy.
Derek was happy to gently rub Stiles' tummy as they underwent some bumps and tumbles in the air, the younger man deeply asleep.
When Stiles had been pregnant with Jamy they were all too unsure of how Stiles would do with carrying a pup due to his struggle with weight and health and that had kept the couple from embarking on a babymoon like the one they were on now.
Stiles had been so cautious and tentative when presenting this idea to his Alpha and Derek had seen the way he'd been so nervous but excited, worried Derek would go into overprotective mode and say no immediately.
Derek had agreed with some conditions, including they call Jamy every day and Stiles be checked and approved by his doctor. Once the Omega had been cleared, Derek took over planning and prep duties for the trip.
The older man knew his husband well and knew that Stiles loved their pups and was excited for the new pup to arrive, but he also knew the Omega needed attention and as fathers, they often didn't have much time left for each other. This trip was about them, their relationship before Stiles gave birth to the new pup and their whole house dynamic would change again, just as it had when Jamy was born.
Derek loved his little family of 3, soon to be 4, but he also craved devoting undivided attention to his mate all the time, and it had only gotten more intense when Stiles got pregnant again and his pregnancy began to show quite early.
The Alpha sat, the entire plane ride, with a hand on Stiles, whether it was on the Omega's belly or leg or arm, he kept a physical connection to his mate.
The younger man, exhausted from growing a big 'wolf cub all day, slept most of the plane ride and was more than annoyed when Derek first woke him to tell him that the flight was landing before it sunk in and he became excited. "Oh my God. Oh my God are we here? Derek, we're in Hawaii!" The Omega screeched excitedly.
"I know pup. Let's get off the plane, yeah?" The Alpha said, standing and offering a hand to help pull his little mate out of the chair, help necessary given that the heavy weight of his belly securely wedged him into the narrow airplane seat.
Derek smiled a little, a small private smile, when he saw his husband waddle in front of him, turning back a bit every once in a while to check to make sure Derek was still behind him.
Derek caught a couple of Alphas eyeing his pregnant mate and was torn between being protective and being smug. Yes. He'd well and truly pupped his mate.
The air was immediately more humid and warmer than at home and the older man watched as his husband soaked up the heat. They'd been told that Stiles was likely to get overheated on the trip and to be careful, but Derek knew his Omega would absolutely love the sunshine and abundant warmth.
They were both a little disappointed that they’d arrived at 7, after the sun was already down and the island was dark, keeping the couple from admiring the beauty of the tropical island as a first impression.
Derek kept close behind his mate until they could walk side by side. He grabbed ahold of Stiles' hand and they walked together to baggage claim where Derek wound up pulling both their bags, their carry-ons on top of the checked luggage. They made their way out of the airport where Derek heard his little Omega sigh happily.
The Alpha couldn't help but revel in the way his mate could be so sweet and submissive when it was the two of them alone. Stiles tended to be sassier or biting or even a little aggressive when he was around other people, especially in public and especially in defense of their pup, Jamy.
They came to the rent-a-car and Derek looked to his husband. "Do you want to sit, or do you want to come with me?" He asked, a hand cupping the back of Stiles' neck lovingly and protectively.
"I'll sit here with the bags. Pup and I need to sit," The Omega answered, a hand on his belly as he plopped gracelessly onto the bench outside the rent-a-car. Derek set the bags down and left the area, hesitantly.
As Derek waited at the counter while the clerk pulled out the information on the Convertible Derek was surprising his mate with, the Alpha looked back through the window often, seeing his round mate pat his belly and observe the area around him, the Omega perpetually curious.
“Alpha Hale? We have the keys here for you. Would you like help bringing your luggage to the car?” The clerk asked, eyes down. Derek could automatically tell the rent-a-car clerk was an Omega, as soon as he’d walked in, and he tried to soften his face to keep from scaring the Omega. Stiles had told him more than once that the Alpha could be a little intimidating with his RBF, especially to Omegas. The clerk didn’t smell overly afraid but was wary of Derek, and he supposed he had to be okay with that.
“No, I can handle it,” He answered, taking the key fob from the clerk’s outstretched hand and nodding in a show of appreciation of the Omega’s help.
“Have a good day sir,” The clerk offered and Derek was self-satisfied. He must not have been that scary then.
Derek made his way back out to his pupped Omega, glad to find him happily drinking water from the bottle the attendant had given them right before departing from the plane.
“Got the keys?” Stiles asked and Derek was pleased to hear the slightest floatiness in his voice, telling the older man that his mate was relaxing as he was sans responsibility, giving control to Derek slowly but surely.
“Yes pup, need help up?” Derek asked, already knowing the answer but smiling minutely when he saw his mate’s little wriggle and then blush before he nodded.
“Yes,” The Omega whispered, almost shyly.
Derek gripped his mate under the younger man’s armpits and lifted the pupped Omega from the bench. He grinned when he heard his husband squeal. He rubbed the bottom of his mate’s pregnant belly affectionately, making sure his mate and his pup were both alright. He was expecting Stiles to groan as he always did when he had to stand while pregnant, but he didn’t expect his mate to release a happy whine. “Alpha,” Stiles huffed and shuffled so his head was pressed to Derek’s chest and the Alpha was not afraid to admit he melted with affection, dropping his hands to Stiles’ hips and holding his lover close, or as close as the mates could get with Stiles’ belly between them.
“Mmmm you okay baby?” Derek asked, kissing the top of Stiles’ head.
“Yep,” Stiles muttered, trying to press closer.
“Let’s get you to the car so you and the pup can sit in a comfy chair, huh?” The Alpha prompted, smiling when his mate whined a little when the Alpha separated from him. The Omega nodded though so Derek took the heaviest bags, allowing Stiles to carry one personal bag as it was the lightest when the Omega insisted on taking something to be helpful.
“What do you want to do first?” Derek asked, somehow managing to tote all their bags in one hand so he could hold one of Stiles in a free hand.
“Rest for a while on something that’s not moving,” Stiles huffed.
“We’ll check into the hotel then maybe we can take a nap, how about that?” Derek offered, knowing Stiles would instantly agree. Not always was Stiles always tired lately, but the Alpha also knew how much the Omega liked to sleep with Derek’s chest to his back. Derek also knew that Stiles, when he felt up for it, lied to wiggle his little ass back onto Derek and almost always got a *ahem* rise (pun intended) out of the Alpha and Derek would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was excited for that.
“A nap?” Stiles asked, excited, or as much as the smaller man could be after a 6-hour flight while 8 months pregnant. Derek just nodded and led his mate to the car and raised his eyebrows when Stiles just kept looking around, confused. “Why’d you stop? I wanna nap,” Stiles whined and huffed with a little pout that he knew Derek could almost never resist.
“We’re at the car baby,” Derek answered and snorted at Stiles’ confused and only slightly annoyed face. Stiles got a tiny bit grumpy when he was sleepy. The Alpha moved to press his hand to the back of his Omega’s neck, not quite a reprimand but a gentle reminder of Derek and his Alpha presence. He smiled knowingly when Stiles sunk into Derek’s touch.
“Hmm?” Stiles sighed, and Derek noticed the way the Omega’s eyes were a little cloudy in the way that said the younger man was both tired and dropping into OmegaSpace.
As much as Derek wanted Stiles to be sunk down for him, Derek knew that they should get to the hotel first, figure everything out before Stiles was too low and unable to handle stress should it come up.
“The car,” Derek prompted and watched as it clicked in his husband’s head.
“The convertible?” Stiles asked, his voice still softer than normal but excited. When Derek nodded he grinned when he heard his Omega squeal.
The clerk at the hotel desk was a polite beta who looked warily to Stiles who was quite obviously heavily pregnant and whose energy was waning.
When Derek and Stiles went over across the lobby, venturing to the elevator he heard his husband huff. “Did you see the way the clerk was looking at me? God, I’m not going to just drop and give birth right here,” He growled annoyed, rubbing his belly in big sweeping circles.
“Everyone just wants to make sure you and the pup are okay. Just ignore it. We don’t need you all wound up before trying to take a nap,” Derek tried, making sure he was touching his mate.
“I have you. You’re the only one that needs to worry about me.”
“Okay, baby,” Derek agreed easily, unwilling to argue against his mate when he was tired. “Want to unpack first, or nap first?”
“I need to unpack. Then I can relax,” The Omega answered decidedly and Derek nodded, leaning down to nuzzle his mate.
The Alpha knew that his little Omega was well in the depths of nesting at home and had expected those instincts to follow them to Hawaii.
Derek nodded, quiet as usual, and pushed open the door after unlocking it. He held the door open for his mate and smiled when Stiles gasped happily. “It’s so pretty,” The Omega breathed as he wandered around the high-class apartment Derek had rented for them. He’d insisted on planning the trip out and surprising Stiles. The hotel was an expensive one, the room on one of the highest levels and the facilities in cool blues, greys, whites, and greens. He’d looked at some rooms that had some of the typical ‘tropical’ decor from circa 1978 and despite the fact that he knew Stiles loved that tacky kind of shit, he’d picked this hotel because his mate deserved only the best and if there was any time to splurge it was while in Hawaii.
“You like it?” He asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Stiles from behind as his Omega stood in front of the huge sliding glass doors that led to a private balcony. They’d paid extra for an ocean view and quick access to the ocean and though it was too dark to get a real feel for the island, Derek immediately decided it was well worth it.
“It’s perfect, thank you Der,” His mate replied happily and breathed deeply.
“Of course. Only the best for my Omega.”
He smiled a tiny bit when Stiles pushed back into him, getting as close as he could. Derek gently rubbed a hand over his mates’ lower belly. Stiles made a tiny little happy noise and tried to push forward into Derek’s hand and push back into Derek’s body at the same time and made a sad noise this time when he wasn’t able to do both at once.
“Feel up to unpacking?” The older man asked, bending his head and kissing along his husband’s neck and behind his ear.
“Mmm might as well do it now,” Stiles huffed like he didn’t want to but knew he’d feel better once he did. Stiles hadn’t always been the type to unpack when on a trip, but if they were going to be there for a week and a half it only made sense.
“Want to do mine or do you want me to?” The Alpha asked, knowing sometimes his mate liked things to be done a specific way.
“Will you, please?” Stiles asked, his voice small.
“Of course, pup.”
Derek made quick work of yanking his clothes out of his bag and arranging them in the drawers in the dresser in the bedroom, leaving the closet for his mate so the pregnant Omega didn’t have to bend to get clothes.
When he finished he sat on the bed, watching his mate move slowly and a little lethargically, obviously exhausted from traveling so far in a single day.
The weather was warm and the air felt salty on Derek’s skin. Stiles looked absolutely radiant in the tropical air and looked so full of life that it made the Alpha swallow hard.
“Der? Help?” Stiles asked pleadingly and oh yes , Derek thought , he’s sinking .
“With what sweets?” Derek asked, standing and approaching the closet where his mate stood.
“All the extra pillows and blankets and towels are at the top and I can’t reach,” Stiles whined and pouted up at the taller man. Derek didn’t bother asking why his mate already needed extra towels or why he could possibly need more pillows or blankets when they were in tropical weather and their bed was half pillows. He retrieved the items requested and dropped a quick sweet kiss on the top of his husband’s head.
“There you go, baby. Let’s nap now, yeah? Then we can get some dinner,” He said, easing his mate into the soft floatiness of OmegaSpace when he was perfectly free to indulge in it. He knew that when Stiles was so close to drifting into OmegaSpace it was important for Derek to give him direction so he drifted in a good way because Stiles was susceptible to drifting in a bad way and that was no way to start their babymoon in paradise.
“Okay,” Stiles muttered sleepily.
“Good boy, c’mon. Get comfy,” Derek instructed gently nudging his mate toward the bed. As soon as Stiles was sitting Derek rushed to his side of the bed and helped Stiles ease back on the bed, his belly making it hard to sleep comfortably unless Derek kept a hand under Stiles’ belly to support it. “Comfy?” He asked, checking on his mate before realizing the younger man was already asleep in his arms. “I love you both,” He whispered, knowing his mate wasn’t able to hear or respond.
Derek woke only thirty minutes later but let Stiles sleep a bit longer, knowing how much energy the pup was draining and how much Stiles needed to rest. His Omega woke 15 minutes after he did and per usual, Stiles woke with the sweetest little whines and noises and Derek, after a decade with Stiles, managed to skillfully avoid flailing arms and kicking legs.
“Alpha,” Stiles whimpered wiggling back into Derek, just as the bigger man had anticipated.
“Hi baby,” Derek answered. Everyone was always so surprised when they heard Derek call Stiles a pet name or showed blatant affection toward his mate. He knew he had a bit of a surly disposition and he knew that people, specifically non-pack members, and humans, were often intimidated by his blank expressions, but he’d always been open with his affection and all-out-love for his mate, even when they were quite young. Derek wasn’t a very open person, far more private than his sunny and chatty mate, but he was undoubtedly in love with Stiles and was more than happy to let everyone know it.
“Sleepy still,” Stiles muttered, arching his back and Derek just knew it was so the Omega could press his plush ass into Derek’s thinly clothed crotch.
“Don’t seem too sleepy to me,” Derek snorts, running his hand that’s not tucked under Stiles up and down the whole length of Stiles’ side from his shoulder, down his arm, onto his waist and hip, and to his mid-thighs. He felt his mate shiver against him and licked the back of his Omega’s neck where he knew the younger man was so sensitive.
“Mmmm, Alpha,” The Omega whined high in his throat and Derek rolled his eyes at his mate’s audacity to be annoyed with him while he was grinding his ass against his crotch.
“I know Sti, I know,” He huffed affectionately dropping his hand to run from the bottom of his mate’s belly, onto the younger man’s pubic bone, and finally down to cover his Omega’s half-chubbed and rising dick. His mate, always so responsive, bucked into Derek’s hand and tried to get Derek to apply more pressure. “Be patient, pup,” Derek reminded his mate with a sterner voice than before and smiled to himself when Stiles reacted with goose-bumps and the most adorable little mewl.
“ Please ,” Stiles whine imploringly.
“I know what you need.” Derek knew Stiles probably wasn’t up for a full-on fuck, not after the day they’d had, but he was more than able to satisfy his mate. A pregnant Stiles was a horny Stiles and Derek positively loved it. He loved when Stiles was drenched in the sweet and sticky smell of arousal and whined and wiggled and gasped until he got what he wanted.
The Alpha pressed his palm over his mate’s now fully hard dick for a second before moving his hand up to cup Stiles’ hip to keep him steady and began to rut his own thick Alpha cock against Stiles’ ass, letting his mate feel his rub and slide along his crack and slick hole, both of them panting. Derek knew his husband was enjoying his efforts, he could smell fresh slick that smelled slightly deeper and much more intense now that Stiles was pupped.
Stiles kept up the delicious little sounds as Derek rutted against him and Derek growled when he smelled his Omega release a fresh wave of slick and the Alpha knew that to mean his mate was close. So so so close. With a quick suck on the back of the younger man’s neck Stiles came apart as Derek growled, low and pleased with his mate and said mate’s pleasure that only ever furthered his own.
His Omega wriggled again, only a few minutes later, his limbs looser and flowy as he shifts himself in his mate’s arms.
“Food?” Stiles asked like he hadn’t been the one to instigate round one in Hawaii. Derek just kissed his mate’s head and muttered a ‘sure’ into the younger man’s hair, rising from his position on the bed before moving to Stiles’ side to help his pupped werefox from where he was struggling to sit up by himself.
The Alpha was happy to keep Stiles close to his side when they entered the downstairs hotel restaurant. He kept a hand glued to his Omega’s side, guiding his mate who was still tired to their table and helping his mate sit in the booth, sliding in after his husband and making sure his entire side was pressed tightly to his husband.
Stiles huddled into Derek and looked up at the older man who smiled lovingly and leaned down to kiss his lover. “Thank you for taking me here,” The Omega whispered against the Alpha’s lips.
“You deserve to take a break, yeah? We’re going to have our hands pretty full soon and I have my hands full already with you and Jamy,” The older man joked, letting his hands feather across Stiles’ belly, side, ribs, and thighs.
“You think your hands are full? Try having a pup the size of the moon inside of your stomach,” Stiles huffed but Derek knew he wasn’t too put-out because he tilted his head to the side and allowed more space for the Alpha to suckle and kiss and nip at the Omega’s neck and Derek heard Stiles do his best to keep quiet as the older man attacked his neck.
“The size of the moon, huh?” Derek jibed, happily teasing his husband.
“Yes, Der, the size of the moon. This pup is fucking huge and it's your fault,” Stiles yipped back at him and pushed further into Derek’s affection but was interrupted by a waiter clearing their throat and asking for their drinks.
“It takes two to tango, Sti,” The Alpha replied, pulling away from his mate and trying to calm the situation down before he pulled Stiles onto his lap and fucked him then and there. His Omega was so pliant and full and happiness wafted off him.
“Mmm, I know. It’s not my fault you’re so pretty,” Stiles complained and licked his lips and Derek lifted his hand to run a finger across the bottom of his lover’s lip.
Derek knew he was an attractive man and he found that it often provided him certain privileges that he tried not to take advantage of, but the comments on his appearance were usually quite crude. Not Stiles. Stiles was so gentle and genuine. Derek wouldn’t have thought that being called pretty would make him so happy, but it was his mate who said it and it was soothing and Derek loved the way he was so sincere.
“Right. The problem is that I’m pretty. It was me who used puppy eyes to ask for another pup,” The taller man said sarcastically, looking at his smaller husband expectantly. He smothered a grin when a bright blush painted across his mate’s face and down his neck and up to his ears. Stiles was always so goddamn expressive.
“I couldn’t help it,” Stiles whined, his voice high and needy.
“Couldn’t help what, pup?” Derek asked and he knew that Stiles was more than okay with being pushed a little.
“Needing another pup,” The Omega huffed.
“I think you just wanted to be pregnant again,” Derek teased, dropping his voice low to keep their conversation as private as it could be in the middle of a crowded restaurant. “I think you missed the way you slicked up so easy for me and the way your belly keeps your legs spread and the way you sink so easy for me,” The Alpha breathed before briefly kissing his mate.
“Derek,” Stiles whined trying to press closer.
“Let’s get some food first, huh? Maybe we can take a bath in that huge tub upstairs,” He offered and felt his Omega perk at the thought of taking a bath with Stiles. The younger man was a sucker for sitting in a steaming bath with his Alpha and Derek wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t also enjoy that time with his mate.
Stiles agreed easily, just as Derek expected, and tilted his chin up to look at Derek, silently asking for kisses. It was nice when it was just the two of them and Stiles was able to let loose more. When they were at home Stiles was in charge, in charge of the house and the pups and he was bustling about so much that Derek followed his mate’s lead but when they were alone Stiles easily fell into sweet submission that he’d said to Derek only weeks before that he missed.
The waiter came again and dropped off the drinks at the table, both lacking in alcohol because of Stiles’ pregnancy, and left the table with a bread basket in the center filled with sweet rolls that Derek watched his mate devour happily.
The Alpha prompted his Omega to look at the menu and pick what he wanted and Stiles was quick to tell Derek what he chose so the older man could tell the waiter for the both of them. After the waiter left, off to relay their meal information, Stiles scooted even closer and dragged one of Derek’s hands to the top of Stiles’ swollen stomach.
The older man at first had worried about showing Stiles’ baby bump extra affection. He didn’t want to make his mate self-conscious and he didn’t want the Omega to think he valued him only for his breeding abilities. He’d been surprised by how much his husband liked having Derek’s bigger warmer hands on his belly when he was pregnant with Jamy. He’d been downright shocked when Stiles’ instincts demanded Derek be touching him and his belly even more when the Alpha had gotten his Omega pregnant again.
“How are you feeling? The doctor said to keep an eye out for fatigue and to keep you hydrated,” Derek asked and not caring that he sounded a little overprotective and hover-ish.
“I’m sleepy,” Stiles answered honestly, both of them knowing immediately when the other lied. “But I think that’s supposed to be expected. Doesn’t feel like fatigue though. I’ve been drinking water, Der, you made sure. Feel heavy though.”
“You’re eight months pregnant, sweets,” Derek told his mate, letting his thumb rub Stiles’ stomach in small little circles.
“I know. It feels like it,” Stiles huffed and looked down at his pup bump.
“This is going to be good for you. Fresh air, no real responsibilities, sleeping in, someone else making our food,” The Alpha promised.
“It’s good for you too?” Stiles asked imploringly with those huge puppy eyes that made Derek weak in the knees.
“Anything with you is good for me,” Derek answered and was rewarded by a soft but brilliant smile.
Stiles wriggled again and Derek wondered for a second if the Omega was wiggling in his happy little way or if he was wiggling because he was uncomfortable with the weight of his belly or the pain in his back. He tucked one of his hands behind Stiles in the seat and focused on draining the not insignificant pain that Derek could feel throbbing through his husband. The younger man sighed easily and slumped a little in his seat, pressing further into Derek’s supportive hand.
“You’re such a sap,” Stiles teased and licked his lips as the waiter brought the food to the table.
Derek kept his hand where it was, draining pain until it was so minimal he couldn't anymore and then let it stay there in order to continue his connection with his husband. He fed his Omega little bites of his own food before eating it himself, listening to Stiles’ happy noises as he ate, his inner wolf proud that he’d made his mate content and fed him well.
“What do you think about taking some maternity photos on the beach?” Derek asked and didn’t tell Stiles that it’d been something he’d been thinking about since before he proposed the trip.
“Maternity photos?” Stiles asked, not in dismissal but not immediately in agreeance either.
“Yeah, some pictures of you and the pup on the beach or with the trees. We did some when we had Jamy,” Derek explained.
“We had Erica take pictures of us in the backyard.”
“While you were pregnant. That means they were maternity pictures,” Derek laughed and kissed the tip of his mate’s upturned nose.
“But you were in them with me,” Stiles said quietly, looking up at Derek with his warm whisky eyes. “It’s just us this time so you’d have to take the pictures and couldn’t be in them with me,” The Omega half-whined, his voice a little shaky and sad.
“I’m sure I could figure out some shots with the self-timer. We’re not grandpas, we can use technology. And some pictures of just you and your bump wouldn’t be so bad,” Derek said easily, feeding his mate another bite of his dinner.
“Mmmm what is this?” Stiles asks, happily chewing what Derek offered him.
“It’s called Ahi, it’s yellowfin tuna, baby,” The Alpha replied, shoving the rest of his plate closer to his mate, his wolf demanding he give Stiles the food that his Omega was clearly enjoying. “It’s good for you and the baby. The omega-3 is good for the baby’s brain and the protein is good to keep your energy up and help your body stay strong,” Derek explained, kissing Stiles’ cheek as the Omega ate the rest of Derek’s dinner, the Alpha sipping his lemonade and taking bites out of Stiles’ side of mac salad.
“Omega-3? I’m this baby’s Omega,” Stiles joked and Derek rolled his eyes at his husband’s terrible joke affectionately. “Want to know what else helps my energy?” Stiles asked leadingly and Derek knew exactly what his mate was leading to.
“Sleep?” Derek teasingly replied and snorted when his Omega scowled at him with pouty lips. “I looked into some pregnancy-friendly luaus in the area. The menus are safe for you and the pup,” The Alpha told his mate.
“You really did some research, huh?” Stiles snorted but leaned into his Alpha’s side and rested his head on the older man’s shoulder and Derek could feel from the way Stiles was leaning on him that the Omega was tuckered out after their long day.
“Of course. I have to keep you and the pup safe,” He offered gently, his voice quiet and loving as he petted his mate and ran a gentle palm down his Omega’s belly.
“Bath?” Stiles asked, his eyes closed and his face peaceful and relaxed.
“Yeah baby, let me pay the bill, okay? Then we’ll get a bath going and work on some of those sore muscles I know you’re trying not to complain about,” Derek said, nosing into Stiles’ neck before kissing his lips briefly.
Derek made sure his mate was okay before standing and moving to the hostess desk, pleased to find the attendant polite and helpful, paying easily and quickly, and returning to the booth where Stiles had managed to wiggle his way to the edge of the bench and was breathing through his mouth.
“Dizzy?” Derek asked, a little concerned. He watched as his Omega’s eyes blinked open tiredly.
“Yeah. Been happening a lot,” Stiles answered. He must have noticed the worried look in Derek’s eyes because he was quick to explain. “The doc said it’s normal, especially with a large baby. He said it’s just because the pup and like, my uterus, is sitting on some blood vessels. It’s okay, Alpha, we’re fine,” He assured.
“If you’re sure. Just tell me when you’re ready to go,” Derek asked, crouching in front of the bench where his Omega sat, in between Stiles’ knees, a warm palm on each of his mate’s thighs.
They waited there for a moment, Stiles breathing deeply before the Omega nodded and asked Derek to help him to stand. The Alpha immediately complied and tugged his mate up. He guided his husband to the elevators, holding his hand and squeezing occasionally. The elevators were a little busy but Derek and Stiles managed to catch a nearly empty one. They rode it up to their level and Derek kept an eye on Stiles, the Omega looking a little queasy again. He made his mate stop when they got off on their floor and collect his breath.
“Okay, I’m good. Let’s get to the room,” Stiles said, waddling next to Derek and smiling as Derek lovingly guided him to the right room.
“Still feeling up to taking a bath?” Derek asked as he opened the door for his pupped husband.
“I’m always up to take a bath with you. Get to it Alpha,” Stiles teased, easing himself onto the bed and Derek thought about the way Stiles would have hopped, jumped, or plopped onto the bed before he got pregnant. The way his Omega was so careful while pregnant made him smile every damn day.
“Yes sir,” Derek huffed, amused, and rolled his eyes. He gave his mate a quick glance before making his way to the huge luxurious bathroom that had him sold on the hotel as soon as he’d seen it. He filled the tub with scalding water, just the way his mate liked it. He made sure it wasn’t too hot though. He was careful of hot water, aware that it could do harm to his mate or his pup if too hot. He sniffed the bubble bath he’d requested, making sure it wasn’t too strong and wouldn’t make his pregnant mate sick, and watched as the bubbles rose in a satisfying way.
“Alpha,” Stiles sighed happily when Derek returned to him. He was all soft and tired and squishy and it made Derek smile at him lovingly.
“C’mon baby. The hot water will do you some good,” Derek said, helping his mate stand again, holding onto Stiles carefully as the heavy Omega made his way, slowly, to the bathroom.
His wolf rolled proudly when Stiles breathed in the warm smell in the bathroom.
“Help?” Stiles asked, raising his arms, employing Derek’s aid to undress.
The Alpha undressed him slowly and carefully, careful not to stretch the pregnant Omega and put him in further discomfort. He sunk to his knees on the cold tile and stripped Stiles of his shirt first, noting the way his Omega’s chest was softer and rounder than it had been with Jamy and wondered if it added to Stiles’ discomfort at all. He helped Stiles shuck the Converse the younger man insisted on wearing, even as his feet ached in the flat shoes, lots of pressure of his feet from his eight-month pregnant belly. He tugged off the soft socks and took stock of his mate’s swollen feet and debated eternally whether they were swollen because of the pregnancy or because of the travel and eventually decided it was likely a mixture of both. Derek stripped Stiles of his soft sweats that sat high waisted, up on the apex of the pup-swollen belly. He looked at his mischievous mate when he saw that Stiles was wearing the red pregnancy panties that drove Derek mad. His mate’s expression was one of self-satisfaction.
“These couldn’t have been comfortable on the plane ride,” Derek snorted, hooking a finger into the thick waistband and pulling it down slowly, over the Omega’s plumper thighs, over the perky ass, down the shapely legs, and dropped on the floor. Derek let Stiles lean forward a bit, hands on Derek’s shoulders as the younger man kicked the panties away.
“I didn't wear them on the plane. I changed into them when we got here. I wore those support boxers on the plane,” Stiles replied with a half-sigh, half-laugh as Derek rubbed his bare thighs.
“The boy version of granny panties? Sexy, babe,” Derek huffed with an amused breath.
“You always think I’m sexy, no matter what underwear I have on,” The Omega teased confidently, a hand supporting his round pink belly as he leaned against the counter, watching (read as: ogling) as Derek stripped himself easily and efficiently.
“I find you especially sexy when you don’t have underwear on,” The Alpha threw back, watching pleased as Stiles’ cheeks pinked up so easily, just as they always did.
“Okay FlirtyWolf, help me into the tub,” Stiles snorted, waddling slowly over to the huge tub, filled with soft-smelling bubbles.
“Bossy,” Derek snarked.
“You like me bossy.”
“Mmm I thought you liked me bossy,” Derek faux-growled, nipping at Stiles jaw before slowly and carefully lowering the Omega into the steamy water. He licked his lips when Stiles settled happily, wiggling his little ass and spreading his legs to make sure his belly had enough room before sighing contentedly.
Derek lowered into the bath carefully, his legs bracketing his mate and their pup and allowing Stiles to lean back against his chest. He hooked his chin over his mate’s shoulder and kissed the younger’s cheek. He looked down and spotted something. He snuck a hand around Stiles’ front and gently rubbed against a brown little spot, right next to his mate’s left nipple. “Looks like someone got a new mole,” He whispered, rubbing it gently and hearing his mate’s breath hitch a little as the Alpha gently rubbed the little mole on his husband’s tit.
“Hmm?” Stiles moaned and rocked against Derek happily.
“Want me to rub out your shoulders?” The Alpha asked although he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
“Yes please, Alpha.”
Derek rubbed his mate’s back with sure strong hands and watched and felt as his mate relaxed into him.
“How’re you feeling?’ The older man asked for the millionth time that day.
“Better,” Stiles sighed.
Derek was glad to know he could reduce his mate to one-word answers, but he wanted more. “Any changes lately? We didn’t get to talk much with all the trip craziness,” He prompted.
“Mmmm I don’t know. A little pelvis pain and pressure. It’s okay though,” Stiles sighed again.
“Pain and pressure don’t sound okay,” Derek huffed against his mate’s shoulder, kissing and licking at the salty and sweet skin.
“It’s normal Der. The pup’s a little on the big side, it happens.”
Derek tried to hide the way his wolf preened at hearing his mate say the pup they made together was healthy and growing well. “Hale babies are big,” He said in way of a reply.
“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell,” Stiles said sarcastically, earning a bit of a harsher nip on his shoulder, the bubbles dissipating around the Omega’s belly as it rose a tiny bit above the water.
“Do young mind if I touch you?” Derek asked, always wary of his mate's comfort and consent.
“Yes,” Stiles answered, no teasing involved as he knew how important consent was to the Alpha.
Derek eagerly but slowly let his hand slide from the Omega’s collarbone, between Stiles’ heavy teats, down the center of his huge bump, and down to brush his mate’s cock before making his way back up. Eventually, he let his fingers, submerged in the water, wander from Stiles’ chubbed dick down past his small little balls and to his fluttering hole that eagerly sucked Derek’s thick finger inside. The older man smiled self-satisfied when Stiles tried to widen his legs and gasped.
“Here baby. Can you prop your legs on the side of the tub?” He asked, aware that his mate’s pupped body had limitations.
Stiles gulped audibly and nodded. He managed to get his ankles over the side of the tub, his body shifted back further into Derek who accepted it easily. “Oh my god,” Stiles groaned and Derek halted.
“What? Are you okay?” Derek asked, a little frantic.
“So okay. I’m so okay. It’s like, like my pelvis is more open. God the pain is like, so much better now,” Stiles breathed, his belly bulging outward as he pushed forward.
Derek took note of what his mate said. While ‘pelvis’ certainly wasn’t the world’s sexiest word or term, his mate’s comfort was always sexy.
“Good, that’s good baby. Keep those legs wide for me, yeah?” He knew he couldn’t fuck his cock into Stiles in this position, but he could definitely provide them both pleasure and hopefully bring both of them to satisfaction.
“I’m good?” Stiles cried and Derek was glad he knew that voice meant that he was sinking and that he felt good because if he didn’t know better he’d have been worried.
“So good, Stiles, god. So good for me and for the pup and for the pack. So good keeping the pup in your belly safe. So good for me, asking for what you need,” He growled into Stiles' ear.
“Good,” Stiles sighed happily.
Derek made quick work of pushing three fingers inside his mate’s warm wet walls that welcomed his fingers home. “There you go, I’ve got you,” He assured the Omega as Stiles rocked into Derek’s thick fingers as they filled him slowly. “Can you handle another?” He asked, whispered lovingly.
“Yes, god, Alpha, give me all of them ,” Stiles sighed rocking back and forth. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah baby, so good. So round and sweet. Taste so good, so responsive,” He praised and felt his husband shiver against him.
“Der, Alpha, please, I’m so so close,” Stiles whined, and before Derek knew what was happening Stiles was arching up and coming so sweetly and whimpering. Derek was shocked when just the sight and feeling of his Omega wiggling against him and clenching around his fingers brought Derek right to the edge and then proceeded to push him right off of said edge.
“Good boy, mmm that’s my good boy. Relax, let’s calm down,” Derek murmured lovingly, gently pulling his four fingers from Stiles’ ass and panting against his Omega’s back, pressing slow and caressing kisses and nuzzles on the soft wet skin.
The Alpha pulled himself out of the lukewarm water and held his hands out to his little mate to help him out of the deep tub. “C’mon pup, you and the baby need some serious rest,” Derek cooed as Stiles groaned as he stood slowly from the water. “There you go, good boy.”
“You need rest too,” Stiles huffed, always stubborn in taking just as good of care and paying as much attention to the Alpha as the Alpha did to him.
“Yeah baby, we both do,” Derek agreed, squishing down this huge furling ball of happiness that Stiles loved to watch after him the same way he looked after his Omega.
Derek shuffled his mate around the bathroom, patting and rubbing Stiles’ plump body dry, extra gentle with the sensitive and pink skin of Stiles’ pup bump. The younger man just let Derek twist and turn him this way and that until the older man was satisfied with Stiles’ state.
The Alpha did a quick cursory pat-down on himself to dry off, mostly dry from the air as he spent time patting his mate. He slid a soft cottony robe around his Omega but huffed when the robe stubbornly fell open like a curtain around Stiles’ belly. He settled as he knew it was the best they were going to get, and walked his husband to the bedroom where he helped Stiles into a soft green pair of belly supporting boxers that clung to his baby bump and his round sweet ass.
He eased Stiles onto the bed, his Omega’s eyes fluttering shut already even as he sat up, and went about throwing on a pair of briefs and a t-shirt that had so many holes along the hem that he forgot what it’d looked like new. He turned back to find his mate already nuzzled into a pillow, one of the pillows from Derek’s side safely tucked under his belly to support it and a blanket wrapped snugly around himself, tucked under his chin and wrapped over his bump. Derek was left with one pillow and the top sheet, but he was okay with it because the high-end pillow was exceptionally fluffy and he ran naturally warmer than his werefox mate so the top sheet was more than enough. Even if it hadn’t been enough he wouldn’t have cared. Stiles all nestled into bed was so goddamn adorable that Derek had no qualms giving him anything from his side of the bed.
He sunk down on his side of the bed and breathed in deeply and happily, making sure his mate is breathing well as is the pup and happily breathing in the smell of satisfied, content, pupped Omega.