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Chapter 16
Stiles felt good, okay he felt amazing.
Like wow hella good feeling in his bones, heart dancing in his chest, stupid smile on his face, happy.
Derek had knotted him last night, whispering that he hadn't wanted Stiles' first time to hurt, soft touches and breathless kisses and it had been awesome.
So when he'd woken up this morning with a cuddling, snuffling Alpha and a large wolf tail wrapped around his and the mating mark on his neck throbbing, well naturally he'd snuck out of bed to make breakfast and - hey if he danced down the stairs in his boxers that's just his business.
He added blueberries to the pancake mix, knowing full well it's what Derek preferred. Glancing up at the clock and chewing his lip, grabbing for the milk and turning back, swinging his hips in time to Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy.
He hadn't noticed the front door opening, hadn't heard his dad bustling in, didn't even sense him behind him he was that wrapped up in cooking, his fingers drifting up to press against the teeth marks where his neck met his shoulder, cheeks starting to hurt.
"She'd be proud of you kid."
He almost dropped the stupid frying pan squeaking high and surprised, flailing in two circles before coming to a dizzied stop in front of his smiling dad, flushing right down his chest. Clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Uh. You weren't meant to be back 'til like noon and I'm making breakfast and this totally isn't what it looks like?"
He licked his lips, rubbing a hand up his arm as his dad snorted, offering a grin.
"Kid, I was a teenager once, I know what you're doing- no details please- I just came to grab another set of clothes. I uh, I'll be staying with Melissa again tonight so I figured you and Derek could uh - do whatever."
Oh.
He tried not to let his eyes glaze over, turning to tip the pancakes onto a plate, smiling crookedly at his father, his tone teasing.
"Miss. McCall, huh? You go dad!"
"Yeah yeah, shut it, kid. Look. I'm not one for heart to hearts but I want you to know that your mum would be real proud of you, that - Look I'm real proud of you."
His throat closed up, sucking in a sharp breath as his dad's face softened, clinging to his jacket when he was pulled into a warm hug, burying his face into his dad's shoulder, breathing out slowly.
"Thanks, dad."
"Also, your ceremony isn't happening 'til after college. I'm too young for this shit and I want you two to get an education."
He blushed, cheeks burning and grabbed for the tray of food and drinks. Nodding surely, not meeting his dad’s eyes.
"Yeah that's uh, what Derek said. Anyway! Go you, go get your woman I uh- This has been lovely and awkward."
"Noted. Take care, and be safe!"
He rolled his eyes a little, stumbling up the stairs, ears pink, tail puffed up from the interaction, cursing as his dad laughed from behind him, pushing his way to his room, shaking his head a little.
"Ass."
He grinned slightly, fiddling with the cutlery before wandering over to the bed, dropping the tray to the bedside table and climbing in next to his mate, nosing gently at a stubbly jaw.
"M' Stiles."
"Morning sleepy wolf!"
"'S early. Sex later, more sleep."
And even a year later he still melted at the half dead babble, hiding a smirk when Derek rolled over, nose peeking out from under the cover, sniffing until he turned to face the tray.
"I bring food and coffee, with extra milk."
"S’ much love for you."
"I know."
And yeah, he did.
He also really needed to call Scott and brag later.
He bagged himself a Hale alpha.
He bagged himself Derek.
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Five years later officer Derek Hale slipped a ring onto his Lawyer mates hand, pulled in the grinning fox and mumbled a low -
"You're my picket fence."
The sheriff did, in no way tear up.
He didn't.
Scott cried like a bitch.