Stiles looked at the screen of his cellphone and was sure he would never finish in time. He has been waiting for this trip home for weeks now and a lot of reasons have caused that. First, it means he can wash (or make his father wash) for free all the dirty clothes he has been collecting for the last month, free being the most important word on this sentence. Second, it would be good to see his father in a relationship again, how happy he feels like that. Stiles could still remember how calmer and relaxed his father seemed when Stiles' mom was around. It was a level of lightness he could never reach since her death.

Stiles knew it may be unfair to expect so much from this, expect it to be just how it was before. But he could still hope, he told himself. That was fair enough.

The relationship was quite surprising for Stiles and his best friend, Scott. Because they could never imagine that only a few months after college, they would end up finding that Stiles' widowed father and Scott's divorced mother would be dating. It was a good thing, obviously, because Scott and Stiles already considered themselves brothers years before any of that, but the prospect of that becoming somewhat true and also the fact that the parents seemed really happy together was enough for them to ignore any kind of weirdness the relationship could cause.

In time, it even began to make a lot more sense to the boys. They said it was something in the works for years and, observing how they behave and took care of each other, it was easy for Scott and Stiles to believe.

That cause for one of the best summers of their lives, because in the efforts of making it less weird for everyone, they could get anything from their parents. Overcompensating was a very important word for that summer and they took every advantage of it.

It was unnecessary, though, because the two couldn't be happier for their parents.

He had other reasons to want to leave. Exams were one, so tiring and stressful even for a well accomplished student such as Stiles. But the bigger one was his indecision about his own future. He had a pretty clear idea of becoming a cop just like his father. He liked mysteries and puzzles and, even though the crime rate on Beacon Hills was pretty low, he always envisioned himself there, with his father, making everybody save.

However, college is there to give you not only knowledge, but perspective, to show you the world you somehow ignored or never knew before and Stiles got that. He knew so many people, so many fascinating things and suddenly his resolve about the future wasn't so resolved anymore. Maybe that trip home would remind him of why he always wanted to be a cop.

Trying not to freak out about his future, Stiles decided to focus on the task at hand. He got back at putting clothes on plastic bags when he hears the door of his room open and Dexter, his roommate, get in. The guy did a dramatic sigh of relieve, threw his backpack on the floor and his own body on the bed.

"No more exams?" Stiles asked with a lazy smile after watching the performance.

"No more exams." Dexter repeated happily, almost singing the words. "I'm telling you, this gets worst at every new test, and those teachers must think our lives are all about studying. I mean, it took me at least an hour to even understand the questions today, let alone answer it. And the professor said that he would send the grades on Christmas Eve so we could use the week to prepare for when we came back."

"Like he is gonna spend his holiday grading exams..."

"Oh, he will, because he's a sadistic jerk." He sits on the bed. "And I wouldn't even be surprised if he delayed sending the grades just to make people more paranoid and not enjoy Christmas. But I'm gonna break him, because I'm spending Christmas here and he won't be able to destroy it." He pointed to his bed and since his notebook was close to it, Stiles could get the picture of his plans.

"What are you talking about?" Stiles stopped with the clothes to talk to Dexter and also because he was getting quite bored with it. "I thought you were going to Chile with your father."

"I was, but then he got a better offer and decided to take secret lover number 3 on my place." Dexter shrugged trying to hide his disappointment. Even though he and Stiles were only roommates for a couple of months, Stiles could see how much his relationship with his father was a tough thing for him. The clichéd story of a well accomplished author who doesn't have time for his family and leaves his son to grow up by himself, since his mother is dead. Those are the moments Stiles realizes how lucky he is about his father and how Dexter got the short end of the stick.

Not that Stiles paid too much attention about Dexter's life. Not at all.

"He said that?" Stiles sat too, looking kindly at Dexter.

"May as well. He said his agent is pressing him to a new deadline for this first draft he is working on. So he says he has to concentrate on that until the end of the year, which is said deadline."

"Well, that's plausible." Stiles tried to play devil's advocate. "I mean, he hasn't published anything in two years."

"Yes, but when I called his assistant to get the flight information to go by myself, she came up with some lame excuse about the flight being cancelled, which I saw on the company's website it wasn't. She is probably the one going with him. Now everyone is going home and the best I can do is stay here with Netflix, books and the phone number of some local students if I get too lonely. Or horny."

"Dude, that's very depressing." They heard Scott's voice from the door, his face showing how bad he felt for Dexter. "Christmas is not a holiday for you to spend alone!"

"Dude, it's okay. I've spend Christmas with my dad, it's not that much better. He drinks, he goes away in the middle of the night and sometimes I have to bail him out of jail. That way I can finish Prison Break before they decide to do another season of it."

"They did decided to do another season." Stiles said.

"What? Don't any show stay dead anymore?"

"I thought you liked it." Scott said.

"I do. But I do like new shows too, you know? Also, haven't we talked about you showing up and listening to other people's conversations?"

"We did..." Scott looked to the ground, mildly embarrassed. Then he turned to Dexter again. "But, like, you were having a moment and talking about your feelings and stuff."

"I was not." Dexter said. "I was just informing him of my plans for the next two weeks, it was like a report on the news, no feelings involved."

"You don't have to be this emotionally constipated, Dexter. We'll still think of you as a bro even if you open your heart to us." Stiles mocked him and received a pen launched at his direction.

"Shut up. That's why you don't have friends, you are the only ones who can bear each other."

"Well, you are doing a good job living with me and not murdering me on my sleep. Some would even say you are our friend. Which gives me this great idea, you should come with us!" Stiles said as soon as the idea popped in his head and the broad smile across Scott's face showed how much he agreed with it.

"No way."

"Yes way!" Scott exclaimed. "We are gonna have a lot of food, awkward mom and Stiles' dad doing anything we want, and you are such a better drinking buddy than Stiles, he gets drunk too fast and then becomes quite handy..."

"I don't get that handy." Stiles said, defensibly. "But yes, it's gonna be cool and it won't make us feel bad about leaving you here by your sorry self." He walked to Dexter and put a hand on his shoulder. "Look, it's a couple of weeks, food and living arrangements for free, two of your best college buddies that you know for four months tops, I would be very offended if you refused such an amazing offer."

"My mom too because I'm already texting her about you coming." Scott threatened, phone at hand. "And you don't want to upset mom. She is gonna track you down and make you pay."

"She will." Stiles nodded aggressively before going to the small dresser sitting on the side of Dexter's bed. "I can help you pack?"

Dexter thought about it, weighing his options. He knew the invite came out of pity about his situation, even though it wasn't as bad as they were making it out to be. However, he was a child of a slightly broken home and there were this obligatory rule where kids like that had to love family gatherings. Or at least other people's family gathering. Who was he to break out this tradition?

He stood up and placed a hand on Stiles chest, pushing him away from his clothes. "You can barely pack for yourself, this is a mess." He looked at Stiles' bed where all his things were spread and the plastic bags were open and about to rip with the excess of dirty clothes. "You sure it's not a problem? That your parents won't mind?"

"Of course not." Scott guaranteed. "I think they'll actually be happy, at least it's prove that we talk to other people around here."

"They have this misconception that we can only be friends with each other, which is crazy because spending 80% of your time with a person doesn't necessarily mean you can only talk to them."

"Of course not. That's why half of the time you are talking to me, you are referring to something that happened when you were with Scott and forgot I wasn't actually there." Dexter nods with a smirk. "You are like freakish dumb and dumber movies close. I wonder if people don't think you guys have like a thing."

"What you mean a thing?" Scott asked, helping Dexter get his suitcase from under his bed.

"I don't know, like you guys are boyfriends or something..." He said casually getting some underwear and throwing it in the bed. Because he wasn't fishing for information. Dexter would never do that.

"Who would think that, though? I mean, Scott is straight." Stiles shrugged. "Unless something changed in the last few hours."

"Still straight, I guess..." Scott satin the bed and tries to organize the stuff Dexter is throwing on it. "Last time I checked."

"And I never fucked any guy around here, so I don't think people know I'm bi."

Dexter stopped and looked at Scott with a big grin before turning back to Stiles. "People know you are bi."

"Oh, yeah, they do." Scott agreed.

"What does that mean?"

"You try to flirt with every guy who talks to you." Scott said.

"And fails miserably." Dexter completed.

"You guys are crazy, I don't flirt with random guys and, if I did, I wouldn't fail. I'm a great flirt! I'm all wit talk, sarcastic smiles and second hand embarrassment."

"Key ingredients to a horn dog on college, of course." Dexter got back to his things. "You know, I can teach you a thing or two once we get to Beacon Hills. Unless you already screwed everyone there."

"Not on this lifetime." Stiles said. "I don't exactly have a big resume when it comes to dating, to be honest."

"Malia is really hot, Stiles. And you dated her for most of high school."

"Yeah, but it was more like she dated me and I was just there. Don't get me wrong, she was amazing and I definitely enjoyed the time we had together, but she had this, I don't know, alpha female attitude. I mean, I was the small spoon, for God's sake."

"Oh, there is nothing wrong with being the small spoon. It takes you a little longer to finish, but faster is not always the best. I mean, it's better than controlling guys who think you'll do whatever they want just because they say. You wanna be with me, be with me, not with the version you demand me to be."

"Exactly. Kira was like that, she was like so sweet and funny and really liked me for what I was."

"Not just the abs?"

"Dex, I didn't have much abs on high school. I was the shy kid who sat on the corner with his inhaler and his best friend. Then I got into swimming and it helped my breathing and self-esteem and got me this scholarship."

"Well, swimming did you pretty good, because your abs now are amazing. If you ever think you are not as straight as you claim to be, make sure to let me know and we can find out for sure."

Scott laughed half embarrassed, half amused. "I'll make sure to remember that. What we also ought to remember is that we should leave in five minutes or we are gonna get there in the middle of the night. Mom got the day off because she wants to have dinner with us."

"Why?" Dexter asked confused.

"Because she misses us, probably." Stiles suggested. "Or maybe she is pregnant. With twins! And they will be half Hispanic and half Irish."

"That would actually make beautiful babies. You would be a crap brother, though."

"That's not truth. And it's a little hurtful."

"Scott, though, he would be a great brother."

"Yeah, I would." Scott put such a big smile on, it was hard for the other two not to smile with him. "Now I hope she is pregnant."

Once they finally got themselves together, they were able to finishing packing and get to the parking lot in a manageable time to arrive at Beacon Hills. The problem was the other challenge they found.

"I'm sorry, I'm not spending six plus hours on this jeep that's really falling apart." Dexter said with enough conviction to show Scott that it would take a while.

"Man, what are you talking about? Why are you being so mean to my jeep? He didn't do anything against you!" Stiles complained, suddenly feeling an urge to pet the car, which only made Dexter more annoyed.

"This is ridiculous, you know this can stop, like, any minute. It'll probably fall over your feet right now with you touching it."

"Well, just so you know, this jeep brought me and Scott here like six times already."

"That's a lie and you know it. Last time I had to rescue you guys in the middle of town and leave my date behind."

"Someone texting you 'sup?' is not a date, Dex, come on."

"Better than be stranded in the middle of the road like you guys were. And now there are three people, with luggage and your five bags of dirty clothes."

"Oh, now you have a problem with my clothes too?"

"If they didn't smell as much maybe I..."

"Oh, shut up both of you!" Scott yelled and that was so surprising that they actually obeyed. "This is the silliest thing I have ever heard and I'm too hungry for this shit. We are taking Dexter's car and don't even start with me, Stiles, because I'll not push this car until it works again. He has more money to pay for gas and we can eat burgers in the back seat, which we'll buy right now because I'm freaking hungry! Can we go now?"

Stiles and Dexter looked at each other, Stiles very annoyed with it and Dexter with a very small and discreet smile of victory. However, both of them turned to Scott at the same time to complain again.

"No reason to be this rude." Dexter said before walking towards his car.

"Yeah, maybe you need to chill a little, you are too stressed. Is that because you don't have sex in months or..."

"Please, let's just go and get something to eat?"

There was a lot of looking at phones and muttering before they found a place to eat. However, after some fries, burgers and milkshakes, the whole drama about the car was gone and they were back at teasing each other and talking about dumb stuff.

Dexter was driving first, since it was his car, and he had to make a pretty conscious effort not to ridiculously smile the whole way through. He was pretty resigned about having a lame and lonely Christmas working on the never ending list of movies and TV shows college kept him from watching, but having not only company but a family Christmas? That was more than he could expect. Especially with Scott and Stiles, who somehow managed to go through all the cynicism layers he put around himself and actually became friends he cared about. That was the most surprising thing for sure, Dexter actually caring about the silly roommate and the guy that never left his side.

At his side, Stiles was actually kind of over not using the jeep, because man, Dexter's car was so comfortable, he planned on moving there once Dexter got distracted. He kind of envied Scott who, after eating too much, snuggled in the back seat and was adorably sleeping with his mouth open.

He was also really excited about having Dexter at his house. He talked a lot about Beacon Hills with Dexter. They actually talked a lot. It wasn't that unusual for Scott to have homework or swimming training, leaving Stiles at his own devices. That didn't happen much in high school, where they were almost connected to the hip, so Stiles would be in his room trying to study or just looking to the wall until Dexter notice it and inquire what was going on now. From there they would talk about anything from relationships to childhood memories and suddenly Stiles wasn't that overwhelmed about how much things changed.

Without realizing, Stiles made the one thing John hammered so much before he left home, he made new friends. The problem was, he maybe didn't want to be just friends?

The realization came a few days ago when he saw Dexter hooking up with Scott's roommate. Jackson was an asshole and at first Stiles was just disgusted at how bad Dexter's taste for guys was. Because really, from all the people in the world, 'I'm too good for this college and I'm only here because I would be expelled from anywhere else' Jackson was a sad choice. But after a two hours rant and Scott begging him to just go and ask Dexter out, Stiles accepted the truth. He was a living cliché that has a crush for his roommate. A roommate that doesn't show any interest, whatsoever. Why does he keep doing it to himself? Didn't Lydia Martin broke him enough?

"What you thinking over there?" He heard Dexter after a few minutes of deep thought.

"What? Nothing." He lied. "It's just nice to go home."

Dexter smiled, but didn't say anything, leaving Stiles to wonder. For what he heard of Dexter's childhood, he didn't have much of a home after his mother died. His father decided to take a lot of trips to do research for his books and Dexter always went with him. It made for great and wild histories of dancers in Spain or beaches in Australia, but not much family stuff.

Stiles could see a little white envy on Dexter every time he talked about his relationship with the Sheriff, or even Scott with his mom. God, that was probably why he didn't mind spending time with jerk Jackson, they were both damaged when it comes to family. It was a shame Stiles couldn't do much to help. Maybe he couldn't fix Dexter family, but giving him a traditional, boring family Christmas would be enough for now.

"I'm getting kind of excited to see where you guys grew up, honestly." Dexter said. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you guys spent most of your times in each other's bedrooms..."

"There were a lot of video-games tournaments." Scott said proudly, apparently waking up from his nap.

"Yeah, I figured. But like, your rooms and books and stuff, your parents."

"My mom is gonna love you, especially once she find out you want to be a doctor. 'Cause like, I'm pretty sure she wanted me to be a doctor, even though she never told me anything because she didn't want to influence my decision."

"She must be happy with what you are thinking, though. You just like animals more than humans."

"I don't think every vet likes animals more than humans." Stiles shrugged. "You certainly don't like humans more than animals."

"That's because some humans are annoying. I don't have to be a people person to be a doctor. I can help people without particularly liking them. I can do a lot of stuff without liking people..."

"Which explain why you hook up so many times with Jackson." Scott mocked and Dexter wanted to bury his head in the ground.

"Oh, please, you can't judge me for what I do when I'm drunk. I felt ashamed enough when I woke up."

"And then slept with him again." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Just leave me with my mistakes." He dismissed them, but the need to explain himself was bigger. "It's just, he is always up for it and sometimes I just have, like, a million things to study and essays and everything, I just want a quick thing and be gone. He is practically a walking dildo."

"That's very edifying." Stiles said annoyed. Not really annoyed because he had no reason to be annoyed. Just... annoyed.

"Well, he has enough self-esteem to survive it. And it's not like he's not enjoying it too, I mean, he did..."

"Oh, dude, I don't wanna hear with Jackson did when you hook up with him." Scott stopped him. "Nobody deserves that mental image. It's enough I have to live with him and hear him masturbate any other day."

"Oh." Dexter frowned. "Stiles is a more considerate roommate, I guess. Thank you, buddy." He taps on Stiles leg and squeeze just a little, turning back to Scott again. "So, are we staying on your house or Stiles'?"

"Stiles'." Scott replied. "It's bigger and my room is a mess."

"And Stiles' isn't?"

"You can sleep on the woods if you want." Stiles threatened.

"I never said a thing against messy rooms."

Dexter was nervous once Stiles parked the car. A man and a woman were standing in front of the house with excited smiles and open arms ready to receive hugs from Stiles and Scott. Stiles hugged the man and Scott the woman, changing the hugging partners after. Then the four of them turned to a very uncomfortable Dexter.

"Dex, mom. Mom, Dex." Scott said before hugging his mother again. "I missed you."

"Hello, Dex." She said smiling at him. A lot of smiles were going on there. "You can call me Melissa."

"John." The man, Stiles' dad, said, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to have you."

"Oh, you guys are saving me from frozen food and Netflix, so..." He shook the man's hand before continuing. "Not that I don't like said things, but it's good to do something different once in a while."

"I imagine having Stiles as you roommate didn't help you change much of those activities. He spent some quality time meddling in my work here, but I don't think the police department near college would be as permissive as I was."

"Yeah, sometimes I have to explain to him I can't just hack their system to know what's new in town."

"You do much hacking on college?" The Sheriff asked quite interested and that made Stiles intervene.

"I don't want my friend to have to call his lawyer, so maybe we can end this conversation here." He said pushing his father by the hand to the back of Dexter's car. "Maybe you can help take our clothes?"

"I ain't touching the dirty bags, though." John said and Dexter laughed with him.

"Oh, nobody is."

Stiles pretends to care about their mocking of him, but he is just glad they were having a pleasant conversation and everything was going great. He didn't actually expected the two of them to completely hate each other in the first moment they met, but it was still comforting for him to know they were okay. Even though Dexter was only his roommate and who cares if they would be nice to each other or not. Stiles certainly didn't.

"I'm always scared when he is this quiet, just thinking." He heard his father saying.

"Yeah, it's terrifying." Dexter agreed. Maybe things were going too well.

They got inside and Stiles had a surprise seeing how things looked different around the house. Not like extremely 'I just invaded someone else's house', but not like 'I'm the Sheriff living by myself and not having time to care about how my house looks like'. Dexter, obviously, didn't notice the difference, but when Stiles got Scott's look around the place he was sure he knew too.

"You guys are living together." He said and the Sheriff looked so guilty it had to be true.

They smiled and hugged each other, because everyone were sincerely happy with that new development. Scott did the same, hugging her mom and saying how excited he was that she was so happy and loved and that maybe made Dexter's heart melt just a little bit. Probably did the same with Melissa, because she tried to hide her eyes as much as possible and ran to the kitchen saying there was something she had to take care of.

Since all the guys knew she was probably trying to hide how much she was nervous about their reaction and then relieved they weren't mad, the Sheriff decided to go help her while the others went upstairs to put their suitcases in their rooms.

Stiles room was the same as before, he noticed coming in, and that was really good and bad. Good because that meant nobody went through is stuff, which he expected because his father was never one to do things like that, but also bad because Dexter was right next to him and he didn't have time to hide anything embarrassing. It was a very silly worry, since Dexter has been sharing a room with him for months and pretty much knew what embarrassing things Stiles had in his room, so why bother now? Because now Stiles maybe is accepting his crush on the guy. Maybe.

While Stiles was so worried, Dexter was quite fascinated. There isn't much about a person you can't learn when they talk as much as Stiles, but being in his room felt a lot more up close and personal. It was a mess, obviously, but Dexter could still see that little bit of Stiles everywhere. Books opened and spread all over the place, with maybe some copied police files hided between them? Lacrosse gear half new because he probably never got to use it warming the bench as he did his whole high school. DVDs of the nerdiest movies in the world, most of them that Stiles made Dexter watch already. It was a lot to take in and Dexter was very distracted examining everything.

"Dudes!" Scott yelled from across the hall. "My room is here!"

They followed his voice to find the exact replica of Scott's room. Since Dexter have never been there, he couldn't recognized how amazing Melissa and John's work was in transferring everything there to look exactly the same.

"What you mean?" Dexter asked confused after seeing the wonder in Scott and Stiles' looks.

"It's like they took his room and brought it across town here." Stiles said and then turned to Scott. "You know that means they went through everything, yeah?"

"Yeah, but like, I don't have anything that embarrassing, I took everything with me."

"Damn, I should have done the same." Stiles complained and then remembered that Dexter would have seen everything anyway, so what would have been the point?

"Well, that's very impressive, but your father studied crime scenes and stuff, right? I mean, attention to detail is police related ability, isn't it?" Dexter asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Stiles replied.

"Then why are you so surprised he was that good in his job?"

That made Stiles stop and reflect a little. Scott followed him before they heard Melissa announce the dinner was ready. That wasn't much reflection after that, since hunger was a lot stronger than introspection.

Once they reached the table, that wasn't much talk in the first minute. The homemade food in front of them was too good for them to waste time talking about boring college stuff. Food was all they could think about and the adults could understand this. Adults. At some point they are bound to start to consider themselves adults too, right?

"So, food is not a thing there, huh?" Melissa asked when she became worry they weren't breathing.

"It is." Scott said with his mouth full. "But not this good."

A few more minutes of eating before they could managed to actually have a conversation.

"Oh, mom, if I didn't love you enough before, I do love you now." Scott said with his belly full and his plate clean.

"Yes, anytime you guys want to invite me over, I'm coming." Dexter said nodding so forcefully he couldn't hide his excitement. "This is the best meal I had in years."

"I know you guys are overstating it a lot, but you can keep going, I don't mind. And after that, you can tell me how school is going."

"Tiring." Stiles said. "It's like if high school I had to study at 40%, now it like 90% or something."

"Well, that's because Stiles took a hundred classes at once." Dexter explained. "He's crazy, I'm doing half what he is doing and still having trouble."

"And Dexter is a genius, did you know that?" Scott said excited.

"I'm not a genius."

"You are like a kid prodigy or something, aren't you?"

"Again, I'm not."

"He is, because we are going to a lot of classes together and he is the only one understanding what the professors are saying."

"You are doing better, Scott, I told you."

"Using your flash cards." He confessed and seeing the worried expression on his mother, he explained. "It's just that training is hard and consume a lot of time and the other guys on the swimming team and other sports usually take easier classes. But for me to get to vet school, I have to take this hard biology classes that are like almost impossible."

"And Dexter is taking those classes too?" She asked.

"Yes, he's pre-med." Stiles explained.

"Wow, that's fantastic." The Sheriff said and Melissa agreed.

"It really is. You know I'm a nurse in a hospital that has an amazing resident program, which is years from what you are doing, but still if you want I could show you around and..."

"I would love that!" Dexter said more excited than Stiles ever saw him. "I keep thinking about all this specialties like I have to decide today which is ridiculous, but something about college just makes me anxious about every decision I have to make."

And funny enough, that hit Stiles as a car crash, because he too felt he had to decide his whole life in a single second and that was daunting as hell.

"I can totally relate to that." Stiles said. "You are luck, dad, you knew exactly what you wanted to do."

"It wasn't really that much about choice and more about the options I had. I mean, at the time we didn't have those fancy new jobs that are happening now, we didn't have time to decided what we want to do. You picked a job you didn't hate and ran with it until you died. Maybe I was lucky because I landed in one that I actually like."

"Still, Sheriff is damn impressive." Dexter shrugged. "And taking care of Stiles? I mean, Stiles? You should be a saint, I don't know how you did it."

He laughed because Stiles wasn't amused with that conversation.

"I can't teach you some breathing techniques that may help."

"Okay, enough with the Stiles bashing, everybody had enough of that and I need to sleep because I ate so much I'll probably wake up at Christmas eve."

Nobody argued because they were all pretty beat up from the trip. Also, the weird hours they kept around school probably went down crushing as soon as they got into the familiar space because Scott and Stiles were ready to sleep a lifetime as soon as they went upstairs.

The sleeping arrangement was easy to solve. Stiles and Scott would be rooming in Scott's room and Dexter would get Stiles' for himself the whole time they were there (which could be a good opportunity to snoop around, Dexter didn't think at any point), so they went on to change the sheets and get towels and everything a good host usually does. When they finally finished and left Dexter by himself, he had all this plans about sending an angry text to his father and maybe imagine how it was like for Stiles growing up in that house, but five minutes in he was deep sleep and nothing mattered anymore.

The other room had a similar behavior, with the added conversation between Stiles and Scott.

"They seem happy." Stiles said laying in the mattress they put next to Scott's bed.

"They do." Scott smiled thinking about her mom being so relaxed, casually touching the Sheriff's shoulders, and other stuff couples do without realizing. "I don't think she is pregnant, though."

"Yeah, she didn't have the glow. Not yet, anyway. You think is a possibility?"

"Like, biologic speaking?"

"No!" Stiles shook his head. "Like, she would want to? Do we even want that or was it just Dex putting it in our minds?"

"Probably both. I mean, I wouldn't mind a baby brother or sister."

"Me neither." Stiles confessed. "You know who looks happy too?"

"Dex." Scott nodded.

"Yeah." Stiles sigh looking at the ceiling. "He really missed having a family, huh?"

"Yeah, but like, who wouldn't? I mean, you think about it, he was adopted as a baby and had the whole family on suburbs with white picket fence thing. Then his adoptive mom die, his adoptive father is an ass and he has to figure out everything by himself anyway. And like, he probably knows he still led a better life than a lot of kids without parents, but still..."

"And also, he doesn't seem to have many friends, does him? I mean, he hooks up now and then, but I don't think he has like a proper mate with whom he can talk and stuff."

"He doesn't seem too interested in talk about his feelings, though. Also, he has mates." Scott corrected him. "We are his mates!"

"But I don't know if he knows that." Stiles said before turning to his left. "We should sleep. Goodnight."

"'Night."