Full Summary: The Beacon Hills teens are all grown now and have families of their own. Except Stiles. Who-even after twelve years-is still in love with Scott. Only problem? He's married and has three children. With a monster who not only doesn't deserve Scott-but abuses Scott, too. And even though Scott isn't willing to give up on the man he thinks he 'loves'. Stiles isn't willing to give up on trying to keep Scott and his children safe from his husband. But that's not the easiest thing to do. When you are up against a werewolf-who is hellbent on keeping you away from what he considers 'his'. Will Stiles be able to convince Scott that there is someone out there that won't hurt him? Or will Scott always be trapped beneath the paws of his abusive husband?

"You shouldn't let him do this to you." I muttered quietly. Dabbing the white dishcloth, gently, onto the fresh cut he made on Scott's face. Again. No, this wasn't the first time Scott has come to me bruised, beaten, and battered. It wasn't even the tenth time. And to be honest, I lost count of how many times in the years. But one thing is for certain-I always took him in, fixed him up, and watched him go back to that monster that doesn't deserve the love Scott feels for him. But, I willingly did this. Foolishly, I know. But love does make you a fool. And I was madly, deeply, and unconditionally in love with Scott.

Only problem. He's married and has three children. With said monster.

"H-He was angry, Stiles. H-He couldn't help it." Scott exclaimed, defensively. His lower lip quivering in slight annoyance. But this wasn't anything different. This always happens. I try to knock some sense into him, he gets angry, and then I give into him like a puppy. Eager to please the one I love. But I know by giving in, I'm only letting the monster win. Giving more power to the man who already has so much over Scott anyway. But...What could I do? I didn't want to upset Scott or make him cry. It made my heart smolder with ache just thinking about it. I don't know how that man can live with himself knowing he's done it to Scott everyday.

"I just don't like seeing you get hurt..." I mumbled, gently circling the fading cut with my thumb. Werewolf healing. It's ironic during these moments. Even though he injures Scott gravely, it always fades away before anyone could see the horrifying flaws in Scott's skin. And he knows this. Scott knows this. I know this. But as mentioned before. Looking into these beautiful doe mocha eyes, rimmed by long thick eyelashes, I can't help but be mush in Scott's hands. Even when I have to clean up the injuries and watch Scott go back home. Like he will in a few hours. Again.

The rest of the time was spent in silence. The only sound came from my hand washing away the now dried blood that's stuck to Scott' skin. Scott sat on the rim of the sink, shirtless and without pants. Only one piece of cloth kept him from being all exposed. His black boxers. The pair I remember giving him for Christmas a few years back. Which ironically happened to be the reason why Scott was at my door at three in the morning that next day-slashed deeply across his chest and head. It was because he thought Scott was cheating on him. I've never felt more guilt in my life before that night. And I can't say I have afterwards. It's become more normal as time goes on.

This twisted meet up we have every week. It wasn't what friends were supposed to do when they 'hung out' with each other. But, we were never normal. Not since the night Scott was bitten.

When I found Scott to be spotless of blood, I motioned him away with my hand. I needed to clean up the bathroom, and he needed to get dressed. Sophie would be out of school soon and I know what she is like when she doesn't get picked up early. That child is more scary than her uncle Derek when she wants to be. I shivered at the thought, and I started putting away the first aid supplies. But just as I was about to put the gauze in the trash, I was startled by a tan skinned hand on my wrist. One with a firm, but gentle grip. Before I could open my mouth to question said action, I got my answer. "Thank you for helping me. You're a good friend."

With that, the grip on my hand was gone and I heard bathroom door shut close. I was left to my thoughts once more. Thoughts that left my heart sinking in my chest. Friend. I was a good friend. It was like he was reminding me of my place in his life. I would never be more than Robin. His loyal sidekick that was foolishly in love with him. I sighed, realizing for the thousandth time how pathetic my life is. How pathetic I am for keeping this terrible secret from everyone else because of said fool.

"The things I do to keep him happy..." I muttered under my breath, placing the last of the supplies back in the cabinet. I ignored the smell of blood that was threatening to overpower the air. I always ignored the smell. Because I knew if I let myself dwell on it. I would hunt him down myself and kill him. Which would lead to hatred and resentment from Scott and his children. The children I adore as if they were my own. So I pinched the tip of my nose and finished cleaning up the mess Scott and I made fixing him up.

Today was just another day in my miserable life.

"Daddy! Uncle Stiles!" I flashed a fond smile at the young girl running past the other kids, making her way towards Scott and I. Her light brown hair scattering around her with every step she took. Those doe eyes sparkling with adoration as she spotted us. She has so much of Scott in her. From her innocent looks, to the fierce protective nature that crashes down on anyone who threatens the ones she loves. Sophie was all Scott. Without a doubt.

"Hey, Princess. How was your day?" I asked, twirling her little body around when she ran into my arms. She giggled, a toothless grin spread deeply across her familiar plump lips. A grin that wrapped you around her pretty little finger without even really knowing it. Trust me, it got even sourwolf to melt in her hands. Even though he denies it every time Jackson and I tease him about it. Which doesn't help his case. Because werewolves can't lie to other werewolves. Not that his defense is strong anyway. Not when it comes down to those doe eyes. I guess we're both suckers.

"Mrs. Williams let us paint Christmas trees! We got to use glitter and glue, too!" She responded, bubbling with excitement. I shifted her onto my hip, chuckling, knowing full well that Alison loved to do art projects with the kids. Frequently. That was the main reason she became a teacher. Other than working with kids, that is. After Scott realized he was gay, he broke up with Alison. Which led to Alison moving out of state to get her degree in children education.

Which is where she met her husband Brett. Whom she had twins with a few years back. Yep. Everything in this town is different. Especially the people in it.

"Is that so? Let me see this wonderful piece of art!" I replied, secretly glancing at Scott. Who was smiling fondly at his daughter. In turn that made a grin stretch widely across my own face. Even though Scott was going through his own personal hell, he never let it show when his children were around. He's the strongest person I know. And I know just how much these kids adore their father. Just like their father adores them.

I watched patiently as she slipped her hand into her babydoll pink backpack, and dug around for said painting. I knew she found it when her eyes lit up and she tugged back her hand. Only to reveal a scrunched up piece of paper dripping with glitter and glue. She smoothed it out with her small hands and then she held up her artwork. Even though it was basically a hand with glitter. It was the best damn painting in the world to me. Because Sophie made it. And that made me proud, even though I'm not her parent.

"That's beautiful, Princess," I carefully took the picture out of her hands with my free hand, and I showed it to Scott. "Isn't it, Scott?" This time when I glanced over at Scott, I didn't do it in secret. I watched as a full blown smile hit him, showing off his beautiful teeth. I almost lost my breath. Which happens daily with Scott.

"Yes, it's very beautiful. I love it, baby girl." He spoke to Sophie, pressing a kiss to one of her soft cheeks. Making the little girl smile more gleefully and proud. This was the innocent side of Sophie. The five year old had many sides to her. This one was much loved. Not that the others weren't, though. "We have to get going now, though. Your brothers won't be too thrilled to have to go with Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jackson to the mall, again." Scott quickly added.

Sophie and I nodded in agreement, and together we all stomped our way through the snow towards my car. Yes, I said car. The jeep was long gone and dead after many incidents with werewolves and other supernatural things. Even though she was much loved, I needed a more mature vehicle once I graduated. And after saving some money-and everyone having children. I got a cherry red 2006 Honda Civic LX. That was without a doubt child-proof. Alison and Lydia made sure of it before their children were anywhere near it.

Did I mention Lydia and Jackson have a little boy? Yep. Even the ice prince and princess love children. Like I said before. Life was very much different. Some for the best. Others for the worst.

"Thanks again, Stiles. It really means a lot that you help out with the kids." Scott stated, picking up the last half of the twin brothers duo, pushing the car door close with his free hand. I knew it was Mason by the little scar on his left cheek-the one he got when he was playing near the woods with Derek in March. Scott flipped the fuck out. Refusing to let anyone near his children for a week. Even though the others were oblivious to why he acted that way. I wasn't. I knew it was because of what he does to Scott.

And even though Scott is traumatized by said man, he still loves him and is convinced he'll change. Which is why I'm currently where I am now. In front of Scott's house. Watching as the man of my dreams walks off towards the house he shares with a cruel man that'll always have the heart I desperately want but can't have. So I was left to gaze on as the little family makes their way into the house. Knowing it wouldn't long until said man gets home and the routine starts up again. Only a few minutes at the most.

It was a little past two when we picked up Mason and Zack. We got there in the nip of time-right before Lydia and Jackson were about to leave for the mall. Which is torture even for the supernatural. Let alone for a pair of three-year olds boys. Who were beaming with happiness when we picked them up. I also know it was almost three-thirty when Scott finished getting groceries. And as I glanced down at my watch, I realized it was now four. Which means he should be-

Honk.

-...Home.

"Speak of the devil." I mumbled under my breath, miserably. My eyes stayed glued to the yellow sports car that swerved into the driveway at a speed that was way too fast for a family friendly neighborhood. But that's what he's like. He didn't care about anyone's safety but his own. Not even his flesh and blood. And even though with his background it was somewhat explainable. It didn't excuse how he treated his husband. Thank god he doesn't hurt the children...

I was expecting him to just get out of his car and head inside when he parked his car. But, I guess everyone was full of surprises today. Because he got out, turned towards my direction and started stomping over towards my car. I knew then I was going to get an earful. And I just might be the reason why Scott gets hurt tonight. That sent a torturous spike in my heart. But I composed myself and I rolled down my window slowly. Not knowing what to expect from him.

"Hello, Stiles. What the hell are you doing here?" His words of spitting fire. Harsh, wild, and dangerous. But I wasn't scared of him-no, I've dealt with too much supernatural shit to shiver in fear of him. But that didn't mean it didn't make me angry. Because, trust me, this man is my number one source of fury. Maybe the only source.

The love of my life is being abused by this man. How could he not be? And to think we were friends at one time...

"Just dropping off the kids. I was just leaving, Isaac." I had to dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep my composure from slipping, and letting Isaac know just how much he angers me. Because than Scott gets the punishment. And that was the last thing I wanted to happen for Scott. Twenty-Six now and twelve years of being in love in secret can make you do crazy things. Like trying to be patient with an abuser.

"Just get out of here, Stiles. No-one wants you here and honestly, your little pathetic crush on my husband will never happen. He's mine. You should just die and get it over with." His words hit a cord in me I didn't know I had. Which seemed to please Isaac to no end. And that's when he finally made his way into the house. Not once turning back. Slamming the door to the life he doesn't deserve. And the one I've wanted for so long.

And to think Isaac was the innocent one. Like mentioned before, everything has changed in little mysterious Beacon Hills. Especially the people.

Hi! So I hope you liked the first chapter of what's to be a very dramatic and heartbreaking story. Twists and turns I can't even begin to explain. Will Stiles get his chance or will things always be this terrible forever? Only time will tell. ;)

Yes. Mpreg is mentioned and other things that will probably bump up the rating in the later chapters. So give this story a chance and I hope I don't disappoint. R&R please. :D