BAM! Stiles sat up quickly from the noise he hear coming downstairs,"Derek", he whispered, looking over at his side, no Derek. Stiles sighed as he got the baseball bat from his bed side and walking downstairs. He saw cake mix everywhere and pans spread all over the floor. Derek's hair is a mess and has flour all over him. Stiles laughs at the sight in front of him "Babe what are you doing?" Derek runs a hand through is messy hair "Trying to make my boyfriend a birthday cake" he sighs. Stiles smiles as he walks over to Derek. Stiles really appreciates the jester, they've been having trouble with the whole communication thing. Derek has been really distant lately and Stiles doesn't really know why. Stiles wraps his arms around Derek's neck and kisses him softly, it was short but sweet. "I want this birthday to be perfect for you, because I know I've been distant lately and I'm trying to fix that."

Stiles kisses him again and smiles "Its already perfect, being in your arms is everything I want, sourwolf." Derek rolls his eyes at the nickname "Don't call me that" he growled. Stiles smirked "Don't call you what, sourwolf?" Derek rolled his eyes again "I love you" he whispered against Stiles' lips for kissing him. Stiles hugged him tighter as he pulled away and laid his head on Derek's chest. "I love you too" he smiled.

It was about 3 hours later and Stiles was laying on top of Derek in their bed. Stiles' mind keeps going back to the last couple of weeks, the fighting, the distance, the sleeping alone, the tears, what if Derek goes back to that tomorrow? What if he starts to ignore him again tomorrow. "We need to talk" Stiles blurts out. Derek sighs "What about?" Stiles sits up and looks at him "Is it going to go back to all the fighting tomorrow?" Stiles pauses "because I don't think my heart can take that anymore" Derek gets up and puts on his shirt. Stiles watches him "Where the hell are you going?" Derek doesn't look at him "Out" he responds. "Fine fucking leave!" Stiles shouts as Derek walks out the door.