A.N Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews that I've received, I'm glad you are enjoying my first Teen Wolf story. Hope you enjoy this chapter as much.

2.

So he knew about werewolves and hunters which both manages to make his job much easier and much harder at the same time. Covering up a pack of teenage werewolves running through the town was not the easiest job in the world now that he knew exactly what was going on

He was also aware now of the fact of how much time Stiles spent with the pack, which he felt slightly guilty about knowing the long hours that he pulled had meant he hadn't realised exactly how much time Stiles spent away from the house. Now though he received a text to let him know when Stiles was going over to spend time with the pack - which was scarily a lot - and after a lot of discussion, and some arguments back and forth, Stiles was allowed to sleep over with the pack.

But he had demanded that Stiles spend at least four nights at home and that he got the Saturday morning with him every other week. He hadn't really taken into full consideration what exactly pack meant. But when he had walked into his son's bedroom one morning to find Erica in one of Stiles' shirts and her underwear and Isaac in just sleep shorts sleeping on either side of Stiles who was only in his underwear and flushed and sweating, with Boyd sprawled on his back across the bottom of the bed with only his boxer shorts on, well that had been a bit of a shock. And then suddenly all three werewolves were looking at him - werewolf senses - and Stiles was being poked awake.

"Urgh…oh geez guys you need to turn the body heat down!" Stiles groaned swiping his hand across his forehead before meeting his dad's eyes and looking a little deer in the headlights.

"I didn't hear them coming in last night," He said first.

"Werewolf habit, they came in through my bedroom window," Stiles explained.

"Erm…why?" The Sheriff asked slowly.

"Erm, well Derek's away for the weekend, he said there was something that he needed to do and he left and well Isaac had a bit of a nightmare last night and normally he would go to Derek but…" And oh god the softening look in Stiles' eyes at that was something he really wished he could ignore. "…well obviously he couldn't, so he feels safe here with me, so they came here and well it was late so we just went to sleep,"

"Ok," He nodded.

"You're sure?" Stiles asked slowly.

"Yeah…just…little bit of a shock to see so many people in my son's room first thing in the morning, especially half dressed so many people," The Sheriff rambled a little proving where Stiles had got the habit from.

"Oh…sorry," Isaac smiled shyly at him making him smile a little.

"Its fine, I'll start breakfast but you're finishing cooking it Stiles," He said turning already to make his way down the stairs. He needed coffee. A few cups.

So yes, he had gotten used to the pack being around, generally two or three at a time, but then he had come home to find the entire pack sprawled across his living room floor watching a film - there had been three months worth of werewolf films that had seemed to amuse most of them to no end while Derek sat there with a look of fond exasperation on his face.

And once again he was allowed to see the exchange between his son and Derek Hale. They had all generally sprawled out in the same places in the living room - he couldn't figure out whether it was a werewolf thing or not - Isaac, Scott and Allison were always spread out on the floor on numerous pillows, cushions and quits that were filched from around the house, Jackson would sit at the base of the armchair in the room with Lydia seated in the chair. Boyd and Eric were sprawled out on one of the sofas - though Isaac would occasionally be sprawled out with them on the sofa as well, and then Stiles and Derek would be seated on the other sofa - due to it being a two seater they would be close together.

Those days were always amusing and uncomfortable for him, absently watching the two of them glance at each other, witness the pull that they had to each other without either of them appearing to realise it. They sat together at the head of the group essentially, both of them sitting upright, but as the evening wore on they would move closer and closer together until they were sitting pressed arm to arm.

He was unsure exactly of what was going on between the two of them. He was sure that the two of them were merely friends and pack members to each other, just as he was sure that they were both in love with the other and had no idea that the other loved them back. And he thought perhaps that they weren't ready to realise yet.

But it was there, the way that they looked at each other, the atmosphere that they had when they were around each other, it was all there to read. And again he considered the situation and thought about trying to pull Stiles away, to try and put him off the path he was starting to walk down, because he wasn't sure what sort of relationship an alpha werewolf and human would have. But then he had caught it, he had caught the look.

He had been sitting having breakfast with them all, it had been his Saturday with Stiles but the pack had been invited over to have breakfast. He watched the pack laughing, joking, growling, snarling, shoving and teasing each other, and he had watched as Derek and Stiles made enough food to feed an army. Pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns had been cooked with an easy manner that spoke of having been done numerous times before. And then Stiles had turned and looked at Derek and the Sheriff's breathing had stopped while his heart went into overdrive getting the attention of all the werewolves with looks of concern before he had quickly forced a smile on his face and waved off their concern going back to reading his papers and sipping his coffee.

Except he didn't read a word on the page and his head had been spinning, he knew that look, he had seen that look so many times and he knew already that it was too late, and he wasn't sure is now he even wanted to attempt to stand in the way of what was happening now, alpha werewolf or not. Stiles' mother looked at him the same way, from after their first month of dating that look had greeted him whenever they looked at each other, her hazel eyes - so similar to Stiles' - had shone with the same light, the same the same, the look the same.

Before werewolves, before supernatural magic and everything else. Before he knew all about this she had always told him that he was the only man she ever had and ever would love, she had told him that she had known from the start that they were meant to be together and once she was in love with him, nothing was ever going to be able to change her mind.

If Stiles was looking at Derek with that look, with those eyes, if he loved the way his mother loved then nothing would keep him from loving Derek, and he would love with a fire and a passion and the same loyalty he showed everything else.

Derek was an incredibly lucky man.