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"Hey," Stiles said as he walked out onto the balcony and handed Peter a small box,"I got you something."
"A New Year’s present? But I didn't get you anything, besides the joy of my presence, of course..."
"Yeah, yeah, Smugwolf, you're the highlight of an otherwise dull existence, now open your gift already."
He sat down on the outdoor lounge sofa next to Peter and watched as the wolf carefully sliced the ribbon and paper with his claws.
Peter opened the box and was immediately confused when he pulled out a small onesie that said "New Year, New Hale" on it.
"Stiles, I know Malia officially changed her last name a couple of weeks ago, but I hardly think this is gonna fi-"
He froze as the realization set in and turned towards Stiles with wide eyes.
"Sweetheart, is this...are you..."
"Pregnant? Yeah, I am, nine weeks as of today," Stiles reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb gently brushing away the tears that were steadily falling,"You're going to be a Dad, from the beginning this time, and absolutely no one is going to take that away from you."
Peter carefully set the gift to the side before pulling Stiles onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around him and burying his face in the crook of his boy's neck.
"I love you so much..."
"I love you too, Peter...Happy New Year,Baby Daddy."
Peter gave a strangled laugh and hugged him tighter. Fireworks went off in the sky to ring in the new year, but he couldn't be bothered to notice. Instead, he focused on listening to the two steady heartbeats of his universe, vowing to never let them go.