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Jan. 8th, 2013 08:35 pmThe past month or so feels like it's gone by in a flash; Derek's been working all the shifts he can handle at the garage to get some extra cash, and Stiles has been doing overtime at the library. The pack has been pitching in too, which takes some of the pressure off them, and they've started a Cub Jar to put spare cash in, so they have a good foundation for when the baby finally arrives.
The nursery's halfway done, with Ikea furniture Scott and Stiles proudly assembled (picked according to Lydia's colour scheme, of course), it just needs to be painted and filled with supplies, but that can wait a little longer. Things seem to be going pretty well.
After they'd found out about the cub, Derek had traded in his skinny jeans for looser fitting ones, not wanting to put too much pressure on his stomach for the sake of fashion. He'd even gone up a size once he noticed them getting a little tighter. Not much, but he'd started filling out a bit in his hips, and his ass had definitely not been this round before this.
But this, somehow, had caught him by surprise. The day when even his one-size-up relaxed fit jeans would not fasten.
He smooths his hand over his stomach in awe, following the now firm and tangible curve of it.
He's not going to cry, no matter what his emotions and hormones are doing to him right now. But he will sit on the bed and quietly mourn the loss of his formerly well defined abs.
The nursery's halfway done, with Ikea furniture Scott and Stiles proudly assembled (picked according to Lydia's colour scheme, of course), it just needs to be painted and filled with supplies, but that can wait a little longer. Things seem to be going pretty well.
After they'd found out about the cub, Derek had traded in his skinny jeans for looser fitting ones, not wanting to put too much pressure on his stomach for the sake of fashion. He'd even gone up a size once he noticed them getting a little tighter. Not much, but he'd started filling out a bit in his hips, and his ass had definitely not been this round before this.
But this, somehow, had caught him by surprise. The day when even his one-size-up relaxed fit jeans would not fasten.
He smooths his hand over his stomach in awe, following the now firm and tangible curve of it.
He's not going to cry, no matter what his emotions and hormones are doing to him right now. But he will sit on the bed and quietly mourn the loss of his formerly well defined abs.