3 MONTHS LATER
"Ugh! Baaaaabe!" I groaned out, not getting out of my bed. I was 5 months into my pregnancy, and started to get weird cravings. My stomach was getting bigger everyday.
"What?" I heard him call from downstairs. I sighed and took a deep breath.
"Baaaaaaaabe!" I said again, sounding desperate. I heard footsteps coming upstairs. Grayson opened the door and peeked in.
"What is it Oliver?!" he asked softly and sat on the bed, gently rubbing my tummy. "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food if-"
"Can you get me some pickles and... ice cream? Please." I pleaded, using my best puppy dog eyes. He smiled softly and pecked me on the lips.
"Yeah babe. I'll be right back." He hummed and walked out of the room.
"Thanks" I called after him.
I waited and waited for Grayson to come back, and I got tired of waiting. I checked the time.
3:18 p.m
"Ugh! it's only been 5 minutes!" I thought to myself. I got up and wobbled downstairs to check the fridge. I brought out a pack of ground beef and smelled it. I swear to God it made my mouth water.
I ripped open the package, grabbed a handful of the raw meat, and shoved it into my mouth.
"Oh my God!" I moaned and shoved more in my mouth.
I was almost done with the package when I heard the door open. I checked the time.
3:26
I froze when Grayson stepped into the kitchen. He stared at me wide eyed and walked over to me. He basically ripped the package out of my hand. Rude
"Oliver! What are you doing?! why are you eating this?" He yelped in surprise. I tried reaching out of it again, but he put it out of rich.
"Grayson!" I yelled, and tried reaching for it. My eyes were wide and frantic. I started to paw at him, begging. "Grayson, please." I said, but he shook his head.
"Listen to me. Oliver." he said softly and put my head in his hands. I started to breath faster, more frantic. I started to shake my head and pull out of his grip.
"No!" I screamed at him and jogged out of the house. He ran after him.
"Stiles! Stop" He yelled as I got in the car. "Stiles, please just talk to me."
"I-I need..." I said, panting.
"Need what,baby?" He mumbled through the window.
"Meat." I said, searching my car for keys.
"What?" He asked, looking worried.
"Meat! Need meat!" I said and banged on the window. I glared and started to growl at him through the window.
He ran in the house and came out with my car keys. I growled louder once he got in the car.
"I'm taking you to Deacons." he said and grabbed my phone from my hoodie pocket. He typed in a number quickly and pushed send. He held the phone closer to his ear.
"Hello?" I heard my Dad's voice come out of the phone. Grayson started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
"Hey, I'm taking Oliver to Deacons." He said quickly.
"why!, what's wrong?!" Dad asked. He sounded worried, and that made me mad. I started to claw at Grayson, trying to reach the phone.
"I don't know. He was craving, so I went to the store to get some food, and when I came back I saw him in the kitchen eating meat you bought for the burgers." He said to my dad, talking into phone, pulling it out of reach.
"What? I told him not to make anything with that meat! I was going to make burgers with-" Dad screeched into the phone. I tried reaching for it again.
" He didn't make anything with it. When I found him, he was eating it raw." He said, driving onto the street, headed for the animal hospital.
"What?!" I heard my Dad scream through the phone.
"Yeah, and now his growling at me, clawing at me and demanding for me to give him meat. He's acting feral." Grayson yelped, pulling into a parking lot.
"..." There was silence on the other line. A few mumbled words and whispers were all heard.
"Lucas?!" Grayson said softly, confused.
"We'll meet you at Deacons" I heard pop say, hanging up. Grayson closed the phone with an audible click.
He undid his seat belt and got out of the car. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. I pounced on him, roared in his face and started to claw on his chest.
"Need! meat!" I bellowed him. He squirmed and somehow got out from under me. He grabbed my wrist so I started trashing. He started to lead me to the back door of the clinic.
I heard a loud banging noise, I covered my ears and whined. Like, whoa!, since when could I do that?
There was a flutter of wings behind. I froze in place and started to growl. I glanced behind me and saw my parents freeze in place, so I growled louder. It wasn't a human growl, it was feral.
The door opened and Grayson rushed me inside. My parents were following close behind us.
Deacons opened the door and ushered us inside.
"what's wrong with him"
"I don't know, I came home from the store and I found him eating the meat in the fridge...raw."
"It's because of the pup. Since it's a full supernatural being, it requires other nutrients than a normal human."
"What do you mean a full supernatural being." I asked, sweating profusely and panting slightly. Grayson and Dad looked as confused as me. Deacons sighed and started explaining.
"Elijah is an angel of the Lord. and Lucas was made completely of faith. Lucas father played no part in his conception. That makes Oliver a born angel, but since Lucas is technically human, he will live as long as one.
Now you on the other hand...your ancestry is half hell bound, and half werewolf. That makes this child a form of Nephilim. With that being said, this child, or pup, requires more of the nutrients that are found in the meat, only in the womb because that is how it will grow. Now, while you're here, I can tell you the sex of the child, if you wish?"
"How can we calm him down." My dad asked, worried.
"Meat." Deacons said simply, and I growled at him.
"...can we see the sex of the baby? I don't think we even have an ultra sound...at all..." Grayson said, pushing me down and preventing me from clawing at Deacons. Deacons smiled and nodded.
"Of course." He said and went to go get the gel stuff to put on my stomach. I shivered once it touched my skin and growled a little louder, but didn't try to kill him...so I guess that's good.
He started speeding the gel around my stomach with that remote ball thingy connected to the screen. I looked over at it, not seeing anything-
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
"Oh my God! Gray that's-that's our baby! OUR BABY!" I squealed and started to cry. I looked over at Grayson, and he was beaming at the screen. I turned to my Dad and my pops and smiled at them. Dad looked overjoyed, and Pops was crying and laughing at the screen.
"The heart beat sounds to fast...Oh!" Deacons mumbled to him self and and swivelled the remote.
"what is it?" Grayson asked impatiently. I rolled my eyes and looked at Deacons, who was beaming as well.
"Congratulations! Oliver, your having a boy! But he's small and he needs more meat. That might be why he's so restless.