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WHO?
Boyd was quiet. He was concise. It was just the way he was. People around him who knew his family didn’t really understand why but he never cared to explain. When he was little, he would admit that he was shy and couldn’t make friends easily. In high school, he just didn’t care anymore. H rarely talked to anyone including his teachers. He relied more on his actions than his words. He was lonely, yeah, and really wanted some kind of connection but at this point, he’d given up. Accepting the Bite from Derek had been the best decision of his life, not only because he’d finally found something he could call his own but because he had connections that would never be broken and he relished in that. The Pack was his family, his friends.
He’d do anything for them which is why when he found Stiles crying in one of the old rooms in the Hale house, his first thought wasn’t to talk, it was to give comfort. He pulled her into a tight hug and let her cry on his shoulder. It was only when Stiles had cried herself out to sniffles that he heard a tiny rhythmic thump coming from her body, namely her stomach. His eyes widened and he took in her scent again. It was very faint, almost non-existent but there was sweet scent mixed in with her natural one.
“Stiles?” he asked, confused and puzzled by what his brain was trying to figure out.
She looked up at him with wide and wet eyes.
“Are,” he cleared his throat then tried again. “Are you-?”
She stiffened then her body slowly relaxed and she nodded, moving her hand to her stomach as waves of sadness and misery came from her.
He started growling, eyes flaring gold as he cradled her closer. “Who is it? Who’s the father? Did he hurt you? Does he not want the baby? Is he not going to support you? Who? Tell me and I’ll hunt him down and tear him piece to piece.”
“Boyd!” Her soft pale hands came up and cradled his cheeks. He looked down at the woman who they had all came to think of as a surrogate mother. There was a smile on her face now which confused Boyd even more. “It’s okay. I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.”
“Why were you crying then?” he demanded. “Whoever this guy is, doesn’t get to make you like this.”
She snorted. “Please, he couldn’t do that even if he wanted too. It’s just the hormones messing with me. I found some stuff that made me sad.”
Boyd gave her a look and she sighed. She reached over to the bed and pulled over a dingy white book that Boyd hadn’t noticed. She opened it and he saw pictures covering every page. He could slightly recognize some of the facial features of a young man who looked a lot like “Derek?”
Stiles tensed again and got a defensive look in her eyes. “Yeah?” She asked, fiercely.
Boyd stayed silent, knowing better than to piss off a pregnant woman. “You’ll be a good mother.” He eventually said, quietly making her smile. She hugged him again, making sure to let him know that she was grateful for his silence.
“Thank you. Wanna look at some really embarrassing photos of Derek as a kid?” she said with a manic grin, settling herself comfortably on his lap.
Boyd sighed but let her do what she wanted, taking the time to look her over. She had become such a wonderful person and she had begrudgingly became like his sister and mother. She looked so happy that he had to smile then he thought about Derek and bared his teeth.
You’d better take care of her, Derek, because alpha or not, I will come after you.