AN: I do not own Teen Wolf. This is a slash fic. It's completely G rated and inspired by the song Something More by Sugarland. It is also a Stackson fic. The chapters won't be that long because I'm basing them on parts of the song itself. I hope you enjoy! Please read and leave me a comment or review about what you thought!
Chapter 1: Monday, Hard to Wake Up
He really hated mornings. Especially Monday mornings, and the alarm clock screaming at him did little to change that sentiment. The warm body of Stiles next to him was even less motivation to get out of bed. Said lover stirred and said, point blank, "If you don't shut that damn alarm off, I'm replacing the garlic spices with wolfsbane in tonight's dinner." The threat was received with a chuckle. "Try me, Jackson," Stiles added with a serious note. Jackson finally rolled over and turned off the screaming alarm, and turned back to snuggle up to Stiles, burying his face into the space where his neck and shoulder met.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" Stiles asked softly.
"Yeah, but don't wanna," Jackson replied, placing soft kisses along his neck and shoulder.
"You'll be late."
"I know."
"You need to get up and get dressed. I do, too, anyway. I have things I have to do today."
Jackson groaned because he knew that Stiles was right. He reluctantly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. When he returned, the room was empty. Before he had time to wonder, he smelled coffee start to waft up from downstairs. He silently dressed in a three piece Armani suit and struggled with his tie as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He was greeted with the sight of Stiles dancing around the kitchen while making breakfast and their six year old son, Jerry, sleepily sipping on a glass of OJ.
Jerry was the light of their life, the center of their universe. He was kind of an unexpected blessing for Jackson when he was contacted by the local hospital and told that he had a son. Upon further questioning, he discovered that the mother, some random girl he had hooked up with after a party some nine months ago, had died after giving birth. Before she died, she told the hospital staff that he was the father. They had called him and informed him of such, and when he asked about other family, he found out that she had no other known next of kin. Having been adopted himself and never really knowing his real parents, he came and took the child home with him. His parents had suggested that he get a DNA test to prove if this was really his child. He declined it, telling them that he just knew that this was his son. What he didn't tell them was that the instant he laid eyes on the infant, his wolf told him that this was his pup.
A few months later, he and Stiles started seeing each other and now, some five and half years later, Jeremy Alan Whittemore-Stilinski was one happy-go-lucky ADHD kid with two loving parents.
"Morning, cub," he said, ruffling Jerry's hair.
"Morning, Dad. Papa's being a little crazy this morning."
Jackson chuckled as he asked, "What else is new?" He grabbed his travel mug and poured himself some coffee, his tie forgotten until Stiles was in front of him, hands working quickly as he tied it with practiced ease.
"One of these days, you will learn how to actually tie a tie," Stiles informed Jackson.
"Now why would I do something like that when I have you to do it for me?" he shot back.
"Because you're a full grown man who needs to know how."
"You like doing it, though."
"Be that as it may, I still think-," he was cut off as Jackson's lips were on his in a kiss that conveyed more love than any words could ever attempt to describe. They finally separated when Jerry giggled.
"Dad, you're gonna be late." Jackson checked the clock and silently swore, then grabbed his coffee from the counter where he had set it down, kissed Stiles once more and pecked Jerry on the head as he ran out the door.