A/N: I feel as if I just threw this chapter together without much thought into it. I would start going one way but then go in a completely different direction, instead of just one…
Well, anyways, here's the latest shot.
Enjoy!
All was peaceful in the land. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, birds singing their morning welcomes and the animals waltzing through the forest.
In the middle of the forest, stood a newly renovated house and in that house, a sleeping form trying to soak up the last minutes of nighttime. The alpha was having a delightful dream of his beloved mate on their rapidly arriving wedding day. A smirk plastered itself on Derek's lips, unaware of the hidden danger that was now lurking in the house.
Slowly and quietly, an unknown form snuck itself into the house. Not wanting to make too much noise, they take off their shoes, placing them by the front door.
Tiptoeing up the stairs to the second floor, the figure comes to stand just outside of the bedroom that contains the sleeping alpha.
Making quick movements, the unknown form makes their way to the bed.
"DEREK!" Stiles shouts as he gets on the bed and starts jumping.
Derek wakes with a jolt. "Stiles! What the hell?"
Stiles stops jumping, out of breath. "Remember what today is?" Derek looks confused and shrugs. "Today, we're going shopping."
"Shopping? For what?"
"Furniture and then we have an appointment at the tuxedo shop at noon." Derek groans. "It'll be fun! Come on, get up." Stiles kneels down, trying to push his mate out of bed. "Hey!" the younger man yells as Derek wraps his arms around Stiles' waist, flipping them over and pinning Stiles to the bed.
Derek starts trailing kisses down Stiles' neck, stopping where neck meets shoulder. Stiles lets out a gasp, putting his hands up to Derek's bare chest.
"De…rek." Stiles stutters; Derek growls. "We're…. oh god… we're going to be…" Stiles takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The younger man starts to wiggle, trying to free himself from the older man. Somehow, Stiles manages to get free of his mate's grip.
Standing up and smoothing out his clothes, Stiles looks down at Derek, who had a look of disappointment. "Get dressed, I'll be downstairs waiting." Stiles leaves the room, leaving Derek laying on the bed.
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"What do you think about this one?" Stiles asks Derek.
"We'll take it."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "That's what you said about the other couches."
"So?"
"Derek, this is a big decision. Whatever we choose is going into our home."
"And…?"
Stiles walks away, going on to the next selection of couches.
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"What do you think about this color?" Stiles turns around to show Derek the shade of green.
Derek shrugs his shoulders, then sees a shade of color he likes. "This one."
"Really?"
"What?"
"Derek, that's black."
"I like black."
"We're not getting black. I don't want to feel as if I'm in a prison when we're in the room…" Derek smirks, knowing where Stiles' train of thought had taken him. Stiles quickly shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts. "We are not getting black." Stiles walks down the aisle to look at more colors.
Derek sees another shade that he liked but before he could reach for it, Stiles stopped him. "No gray either!" the younger male shouted over his shoulder.
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"We need brown towels for the bathroom…" Stiles starts rambling on what was needed to Derek, but Derek zoned out, wishing that he was anywhere else in the world than shopping for home décor.
Derek manages to break free of his mate and walks down each aisle, just looking. The alpha manages to find himself near the toy section of the store.
In one of the aisles, a little boy, about four, was standing in front of his father and was playing with one of the toys on display. The blond boy's eyes grew wide with excitement at the flashing lights and music coming from the toy. The father was smiling at the joy of his little boy.
Derek stares at the boy and the father, lost in his own fantasy about one day having a family of his own. He can't help but think what it would be like for a precious little boy or girl to come running to him, calling out daddy. For so long, Derek thought that having a family was not possible, that it wasn't in his cards. Then again, that's what he thought about loving someone. That he would never let himself love again, too afraid that everything would be taken from him again; then, he met Stiles.
Stiles was Derek's savior, the one who held every ounce of his heart. Maybe if it was possible for him to love again, then maybe the idea of a family wasn't so far fetched as he thought.
Slender arms were wrapping themselves around Derek's waist and hot breath could be felt on the alpha's neck. "That's going to be you someday. You'll make a great father."
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"Hale party."
The Hale pack stood and followed the man to a back room where they would be trying on tuxedoes. The man turns around to face the group.
"So, who's the lucky man?"
"These two, right here." Scott smiles brightly, shoving Derek and Stiles forward.
"Ok. Do either of you have an idea of what you want?" The man looks between the two lovers, who are standing with a dear in the head lights look. Lydia notices and decides that she would take control.
"These two need to be separated." The group looks at Lydia with confusion. Sighing, Lydia answers the unasked question. "It's bad luck for the ones getting married to see what the other is going to wear. Derek, you go over there with Jackson and Danny. Scott, Allison and I will stay with Stiles." The group splits up. Lydia turns to the man.
"This one here," indicating Stiles, "wants an all white suit with light green shirt underneath and the other one wants all black with a white tie."
"We can do that. What about the others?"
"Traditional."
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"Stiles, come out, we want to see."
"I-I don't think this color works."
"Don't make me come in there!" Lydia shouts through the door. She can hear a sigh and then the unlocking of the door. Stiles steps out. "Y-you look amazing!"
"I-I don't know…"
"You're so getting this! If you weren't engaged to Derek right now I would totally have my way with you." Stiles blushes.
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"We're going to have some girl time." Lydia wraps her arm around Allison's arm and the two girls start to walk away when Lydia turns around to face the men. "Stiles, you come with us."
Stiles looks around at the others, confused. "Stiles!" Lydia shouts as she and Allison continue to walk; Scott and Jackson shrug their shoulders, not knowing what their mates wanted with Stiles. Rolling his eyes, from the lack of help from his pack mates, Stiles walks towards the girls.
Finding their way into the food court, Lydia, Allison and Stiles find an empty table and sit down.
"Talk to us Stiles."
"Huh?"
"Something is up, tell." Stiles looks at the two women in front of him, confused. "Stiles." Lydia raised her brow. "We know something is up, are you and Derek ok?"
"Yeah, we're fine, why do you think there's something wrong?" Lydia gave the boy a 'are you serious?' look. Sighing, Stiles starts to talk.
"Ok," Stiles pauses. "Derek saw a little boy with his father in the store today."
"And?"
"He wants to be a father."
"That's great, you two will be great fathers."
"But I can't have his children, I have an idea, but I don't know how he'll take it."
"Stiles, I'll be glad to lend my body to you and Derek for the better of the pack…"
"Wh- eww no! Sorry, Lydia but no… I was thinking about…" Stiles reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a pamphlet. "Adoption."
"Stiles, that's such a great idea." Allison practically squeals in delight.
Lydia was pouting about Stiles' comment. "The kid won't have any DNA from you or Derek…"
Stiles interrupted the girl, knowing where she was heading, "True, but there are so many children out there that need homes, it'll be unfair to bring another being into this world when there are children out there needing someone to love them."
"I think its wonderful Stiles. When are you going to tell Derek?"
"I just did." Stiles was looking in the distance, directly at Derek who was standing in the middle of the crowd with Jackson, Scott and Danny standing beside him, in pack formation.