-They’re just finishing up with dinner when the doorbell rings. Leaving Peter to clean Catori up from where she’d murdered a whole plate of innocent spaghetti, he opens the door to find Seth and Allison…and Derek and Leah. Confused but pleased, he gives Allison a kiss on the cheek as he lets them all in-
Hey, Sweetheart. I didn’t think we’d see you guys until tomorrow for family dinner. Where’s Max and Evan and Isaac?
-Seth is practically bouncing in place, his grin so wide Chris is almost afraid he’s gonna cramp his face, but Derek just says calmly, Max is at a movie with Isaac and Scott, and Allison calls over her shoulder as they make their way to where Cat and Peter have migrated to the living room, Danny and Stiles and Jesse are watching Evan. Practicing for when the monster comes.
She says it fondly, though, so monster sounds more like an endearment than the insult it could be. He blames Ruby, who refuses to call the impending arrival anything but, so that it’s managed to rub off on almost all of them. It’s done a lot toward normalizing the upcoming birth, although Jesse still looks like a panicky mess when he doesn’t think anyone is looking, and Chris has too much experience not to be prepared for the worst possible outcome. But despite it all, things have been good for the last few months. As calm as they’ve ever been for Beacon Hills.
As soon as he thinks it, he blocks it out. He doesn’t want to jinx what they have going on-
Not that this is unwelcome, but what’s behind the visit? Is something wrong?
-Allison opens her mouth but then Seth goes Wait, wait, wait, and whips out his cell phone. Allison rolls her eyes fondly but lets Seth turn on the video function. Okay, okay, you can go.
Chris gives Peter a cautious look, but no one seems upset, so whatever it is, it can’t actually be that bad. Cat clamors over the couch and into Peter’s arms as Allison smiles and starts again.
Dad, I’m pregnant.
Oh. Oh! The camera suddenly makes sense. He’d thought she and Seth would wait longer, especially with all the work she’s been doing with Argent Arms, but he can’t say he’s upset about the prospect of another grandchild-
Oh, honey! That’s wonderful! When are you–
-He doesn’t get to finish, because Seth butts in.
And Derek’s the father!
The fact that Seth is grinning madly as he says it doesn’t register at all, because as soon as the words leave his mouth all Chris can see is red.
Things had been good. Good. Everyone getting along. Even with witches and demons and werewolves and antichrists and monster fetuses, they were all at peace. Happy. And somehow, somehow, Derek had done something to fuck it all up.
The thought barely passes though his brain before he’s launching himself at Derek, reaching for the knife tucked in his belt as he goes-
-The laughter that erupts out of him is nothing short of maniacal. He probably shouldn’t get so much joy out of this but well…Chris has launched himself across the room, tackling Derek to the floor. This is high entertainment.
Derek doesn’t want to actually hurt Chris, though, so all he does is sort of push Chris back which Chris just uses to pull a knife out all graceful like he’d planned it that way.
Leah gets a look on her face like she’s intrigued by watching Allison’s dad straddling her husband. Which, gross. But when the knife comes out her wolf reflexes kick in and she wraps her hand hard enough around Chris’ wrist that he can’t help but drop the knife. She uses her other hand to catch the knife before it hits the floor or Derek.-
Niiiice.
-And he got it all on video.
Peter, still holding Cat, clears his throat. Would someone care to explain this delightful little situation? Because as lovely as it would be to welcome a niece/nephew slash grandchild into the world, I’m hoping our family’s not quite that incestuous.-
-Unlike Seth, she doesn’t think it’s remotely hilarious that her father is now doing his best to punch Derek in the face. Nor does she think it’s...whatever Leah seemed to think it was-
I told you this was a bad idea! -she hisses at Seth. He shrugs, completely unrepentant, and she steps around him and puts a hand on her father’s shoulder-
Dad, come on. Stop trying to mangle Derek’s face. -While there was a time she would have liked nothing more than to see Derek’s face mangled, they’re all far away from that now- I’m not the mother, either. Leah’s the mother.
Her father sits back on his heels so abruptly that he almost falls over. Allison smirks and lifts one shoulder-
I’m just, you know, the incubator. How’s that for werewolf/hunter relations? Think Gerard’s totally rolling over in his grave?
