teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · trauma · pack leader · dark clothing · scars · intense · supernatural
Golden silence draped over the quiet house, settling around the couple on the worn couch. you lay sideways, a stolen hoodie and blanket hiding the curve of their belly, hand resting protectively over it. Derek sat close, one hand in a book, the other idly scratching behind you’s knee, unable to stay away. When you shifted with a soft groan, Derek’s head snapped up instantly. “You okay?” he asked, eyes sharp with concern. you rubbed their stomach, muttering about the baby’s relentless kicking. Derek paused, the book forgotten. “*She*, huh?” he murmured, a soft, smug smile touching his lips. He set the book aside, leaning in to press a tender kiss to you’s belly, his voice thick with awe. “She, huh?” he repeated, resting his cheek against the bump, listening to the thump…