Stiles always thought he would be excited on Laura's wedding day. He had always imagined himself and Derek walking her down the aisle and giving her away to the man of her dreams. Yeah, he'd be bawling, but the tears would be happy ones. He had it all planned out in his head; the flowers, the music, the reception, everything… This is not how he had planned.

First of all, it's an outdoor ceremony. His baby's wedding was supposed to be in a church! It's all wrong. Weddings are supposed to be in churches! Why would she do this to him?

Second, the wedding planner must have been color blind. Laura is wearing blue and white, her husband to be is wearing blue and red, and none of the bridesmaids match. The flowers are green and white- little puffy balls that look like white clover. Everything is a hodgepodge of colors. He definitely should have been involved in choosing the color palate… or Lydia. Lydia could have planned it all.

Third, isn't the bride supposed to be shorter than the groom? Laura's a whole head above him. What an odd looking couple they are. Plus, he's not even a werewolf. Stiles shouldn't care about that, but it must be an alpha thing. He's been around Derek for too long.

But worst of all, he wasn't even invited. He wasn't even invited to his daughter's big day. She… why wouldn't she invite him? Actually, none of the pack was invited. Stiles doesn't recognize any of the guests. The only two people he knows are Laura and Franklin. He still doesn't see what she sees in him. He doesn't even have a job! Stiles' baby girl is marrying a bum. He doesn't have a job. He doesn't have a car. He doesn't have anything to offer her.

That's it. Stiles has his mind made up. He will not allow his daughter to marry this guy. He gets out of his Jeep and stomps across the street toward the field. It's quite a walk, but he finally gets close to the group and hears the minister say "you may now kiss the bride."

Oh no. It's too late. Crap. They're leaning into each other. They're getting ready to kiss. He is not letting this happen. His girl has no idea what she's doing. This is a mistake. He has to do something to stop it. This can't be happening.

Just before their lips meet, a high pitched squeal rings through the air and the entire wedding party jumps up and begins running through the field. Stiles watches the scene in amazement.

"Oh thank God!" he yells as he collapses onto his knees in relief. He stays there for a moment not having the strength to stand.

"Daddy?"

Stiles looks up and sees Laura looking at him.

"Daddy, what are you doing out here?" Laura stares at him strangely.

"I should ask you the same question." Stiles states as he stands and puts his hands on his hips.

"It's recess," the little girl huffs. "I'm supposed to be out here."

"Actually, recess is over. You're going to be late to math." He takes her little hand and walks with her back toward her second grade classroom. They talk as they walk. "I thought you said boys were icky."

"They are. We were just pretending."

"Well, no more pretend weddings until… ever. Don't do that. You're too young to be kissing boys."

"Okay, Daddy." She tugs him down so she can hug him and then runs into the school with some of the other dawdling children.

Stiles sighs in relief. That was close.