The broad shoulders flexed when Derek put yet another dried clean plate back to its rightful place, a few last of them still left to try. The werewolf did his best attempt to ignore the pregnant woman on the couch across the room, but the constant moaning and restless shifting made it hard to ignore. She was running on her last months, maybe even last weeks; sometimes Derek wasn’t sure if Sophie look forward to the time after birth or if she was terrified of it. “Do you need anything?”, he voiced out the question that he had kept to himself for the past ten minutes prior; sometimes smothering was harder to keep at pay than one would think.











