Married Life (Harvest Moon)

by destiel-purgaytory

The Harvest Moon has affected wolves since the beginning of time, breathing a whole new meaning into the word 'lunatic'. With the Pack safely restrained, Scott is loose, leaving his and Isaac's son, Alfie, Stiles and Stiles and Derek's son, Cal in danger, as Scott follows the only scent he can recall, his mother's house. (Sterek/ Scisaac)

1. Chapter 1

This is for a friend of mine on Tumblr, not sure this is exactly what she had in mind but I did the best I could with it so, yeah :)

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"Derek! Derek get here now!"

"What, Stiles, what's wrong?!" Derek ran into the room, eyes glowing vermillion anticipating danger. But instead he found Stiles cradling a small fluffy bundle in his arms.

"What the hell is that, Stiles?"

"It's a puppy! I dunno where it came from, I found her when I went out to get some wood for the log burner. She was soaking and freezing so I just brought her in,"

"Her?"

"Yeah, she reminds me of my mom a little,"

"A dog… reminds you of your mother?"

"The eyes, okay? Anyway, what are we going to call her?"

"Laura," Derek said softly, hovering his hand over the dog's brown and white head.

Stiles leaned forward and kissed him slowly, the strong dominance of Derek mixing with the forgiving softness that was so Stiles. The kiss deepened and Derek pressed his body towards Stiles' but was interrupted by the high pitched squealing of the puppy.

"Sorry…" Stiles said, then focused on the figure approaching them.

"Daddy, Daddy, I wanna see the puppy!" A small boy toddled into the room, blonde hair sticking out at odd angles all over the place, paint and food smeared all over his face. Cal, Stiles and Derek's son.

"Hey buddy! Say hello to Laura," Derek swung Cal up into his muscular arms, bringing the child and puppy nose to nose. Laura yelped, nuzzling into Cal's sticky hands.

"Woof!" Cal said smiling ear to ear, revealing two square, white teeth framed by pink gums. 50% Stiles, 50% Derek, 100% adorable.

"C'mon buddy, bed time," Derek said playfully, digging his fingers into his sons sides, tickling him so he squirmed away, giggling hysterically.

"Daddy!" He laughed, reaching towards Stiles, "Save me!" His hands found purchase on the puppy's ears.

"Hey! Be careful, she's only little," Derek carried their son into his bedroom and placed him under the covers; Stiles followed with a wet cloth and proceeded to wipe Cal's face clean. Seconds later a flash of brown and white darted under the covers and snuggled up to Cal, who wrapped his tiny arms around the puppy and fell asleep instantly.

"Look at our kids…" Stiles sneaked his arms around his husband, nuzzling into his neck.

"Mhm" Derek murrmured, "Lets go to bed,"