Stiles felt his hand sweating even though there was a light chill in the air, the leaves already brown and scattered across the walkway. Derek noticed and tightened the grip on his hand. They walked slowly and close together toward the newer section of Beacon Hills Cemetery. This would be the first time he'd visit his mom without his dad.
"Hey. It's okay," Derek nudged him with his elbow. Not that he'd admit to it, but Derek felt just as anxious as Stiles. He only ever came here once - on the anniversary of the fire - since he'd been back.
The pair stopped at a medium sized headstone engraved with Loving Wife and Mother. Above her name was a small angel. "Mom. I know I usually come here with Dad, but… This is Derek Hale. The one I told you about," Stiles looked up to signal Derek to speak.
"Hi, Mrs. Stilinski," Derek mumbled. He'd never talked to a grave before. He knew it meant a lot to Stiles, though.
"I didn't drag you here just to say hello. Introduce yourself!" Even with a pink nose and sweaty hands, he could still give Derek attitude.
He pulled Stiles closer, arm around his waist. "I know I'm probably not what you expected when Stiles mentioned he was seeing someone… But… I care about your son a lot. We've been together for seven months and he's been a pain in my side for more than a year."
"Hey! I take offence to that!" Stiles smiled, showing he appreciated the effort. "Your birthday's coming up. Dad, Scott, Derek, and I will be back in a couple weeks. I love you," Stiles put his hand over the one Derek had on his hip. "We can go now."
"Nice meeting you, Mrs. Stilinski," Derek said with only a hint of facetiousness. He lead Stiles to the left.
"Where are you going? We parked over there," Stiles pointed to the right where the Camaro sat under a willow tree.
"What? You thought I'd meet your parents without you meeting mine?" Derek tugged him over to a small mausoleum. Above the gated door read Hale. "Go on," he said with a smirk, pulling out a key and opening the door. "Introduce yourself."