No matter how much she wanted to stay and try to regain every lost moment during childhood with him, she couldn't help but remind herself that she couldn't. She was a woman, not a child. Even if she was still just 16.

Although, it wasn't just that. She was afraid. Afraid that after getting to know him, she'll loose her respect for her mother, and that was something she didn't want. She loved her mother and respected her decisions and never had dared questioned her. She didn't want to start now.

However, sitting here looking at her father, she could tell her mother had run away from something special. She didn't know how she knew it, but she believed it blindly. He was the true source of what could have been her mother's true happiness, and she had walked away from it.

"Are you alright?" Derek couldn't help but ask. He had been pulled from his troubled thoughts by his daughters rising heartbeat. It was panicked, racing faster yet oddly calming as fast as he had spoken.

"I'm alright, father. I was just thinking of mother and how mad she'll be," Scarlett said truthfully, there was no point in hiding her emotions. He would have been able to pick up on it anyways, but it hadn't been a total lie. Her mother really worried her. What would she do when she finally decided to return home? She'd probably forever forbid her from leaving again, yet she wasn't sure she would obey. She had met her father, and wanted to continue knowing him. She still wanted her opportunity to have a father like her siblings had the luxury of knowing.

"Dad, what happened between you and mom?" Scarlett said almost without realizing it. She wasn't sure that what she had asked had been what she had meant to ask. She knew what had happened between them, her mother had told her, herself. She supposed she wanted to know her father's side of the story, and to at least give him the chance to defend himself. Her mother hadn't been able to hear him explain himself, but she wanted to hear it now.

A sigh escaped Derek's lips, despite being surprised by the fondness that 'dad' had been said with. It was her need to know the reason that had him sighing. "It was a misunderstanding," he found himself saying as he let himself relax in the single couch. It had been a misunderstanding. "I intend to ask him to be my mate that night, but he'd fallen asleep. Peter called, there had been a rising business with a nearby pack that needed to be tended too. I couldn't keep it on hold longer, so I left."

He could remember that night like it was yesterday. It had been the first time he had wolfed out during intimacy with Stiles, though he wouldn't tell his daughter that. He had intended to mate Stiles then, but he had decided against it. He had wanted to tell him first how much he actually meant to him. How much he wanted him to stay by him, and clear the air about everything that was going on between them and the pack. Although he had said something like it to him during it, but like always Stiles had been too worn out after that he had fallen asleep.

"I love you, Derek," Stiles had mumbled as his eyes had slipped closed.

He knew those words were the truth, Stiles loved him. "I love you too," he whispered as he placed a kiss to Stiles bare shoulder. His hand had slipped around Stiles waist and pulled him closer until his back was pressed to his chest.

Stiles was a human living amongst them, and even though it put him in the worst possible position, he had stayed with them. With him. The mere thought of it had made Derek nuzzling into the crook of his sleeping mate-to-be's neck. Stiles had endured so much suffering for them. He would admit that at first, he had zero care for him, but slowly Stiles pushed his way into his heart, just as he slowly was pushed out of the heart of those who had initially loved him.

Isaac, Boyd, Jackson, and Erica didn't necessarily love Stiles like Allison, Lydia, and Scott did, but they hadn't hated him either. The things he had done to him had them protecting the weakest in their pack, but slowly they had stopped and realized this was 'instinctual behavior' towards the omega of the pack and soon began to act on it themselves. Even Allison, who was human just like Stiles.

It was when he started to notice what they had been doing to them, that he realized Stiles wasn't the weakest amongst them, but the strongest. He had held the weight of everyone and taken everything thrown at him without lashing out. Stiles didn't let it get to him and remained to their side, taking care of them and treated them like they were so important to him regardless.

He was just getting comfortable besides his mate when the loud sound of his phone went off. His eyes shot open and immediately he had reached over to it and shut it off before it woke up Stiles. His eyes returned to Stiles, only to see he was fast asleep.

"Derek?" He heard the voice on the other line say.

Derek couldn't help but look back at his phone. It seemed he had answered the unwanted call without knowing. "What?" He said a little annoyed after hearing his name being said for a second time.

"The Clarks want to discuss business." Said the familiar voice of his uncle Peter.

Derek couldn't help but frown as his eyes wondered back to Stiles. "Can't it wait?"

"You've put it off for too long, I'm afraid you can't anymore. They're not willing to wait on you anymore if you miss this meeting," Peter said with a sigh.

"Fine," Derek said as he got up from bed.

"And Derek, be on time." Peter warned before hanging up on him.

"Derek," he heard Stiles say. For a moment he had thought, perhaps, he had woken him up. But when he leaned in, he saw Stiles was still fast sleep. He figured he must have been calling his name in his sleep.

A smile spread on his face as he leaned in to place a kiss on Stiles lips before whispering, "I'll be back before morning."

"I had intended to be back before morning, but the meeting had taken longer then I had anticipated," Derek said letting out another sigh as his eyes drifted away from his daughter. "When I came back, Stiles had been missing for a few days." At the time he had been to mad that his pack had done very little to search for his mate, that he had lashed out at them. But now, he kind of thought that Stiles 'death' had been what the pack needed to make them go back to the people they had been before their instincts took over them.

Scarlett couldn't help but frown at what she was hearing. Her father had intended to mate with his mother, but an unfortunate event had altered their lives completely. "Life's really been unfair towards her," Scarlett couldn't help but say as a frown settled onto her face. Life's never really given her mother a break, had it? In a way she even thought that her and her siblings had been another reason for the many hardships that her mother had to endure.

"Mom," Scarlett said as her eyes lowered to the floor. She really wanted to tell her father that her mother still loved him, she knew that she did. There had been so many things that hinted it, but she also knew her mother was afraid of it. "She still l-.." Scarlett had began to say but had been cut off by the door opening and revealing her uncle Scott.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but they're done preparing and guest have begun to arrive," Scott said as he entered the room, not even waiting to be invited in.

Another sigh left Derek's lips as he stood up from his seat before looking at his daughter. Whatever she had intended to say about Stiles, was something he knew was something he should hear, but Scarlett didn't see to want to share anything about Stiles in front of anyone else besides him. "We can finish our talk later," he assured her before motioning to their current duty at hand.

She had given her father a small nod before saying, "Wait! Mother always says, we should look presentable for parties," she said before swaying her hand and making their attire change to a more suitable for the celebration in honor of their treaty.

Scott was impressed to say the least, that he couldn't help but say "Cool!" as he took in his suit. He had to admit this magic was coming in handy, and he couldn't help but wonder if that is how she had gotten her hands on the Hale Seal.

Derek, on the other hand, as impressed as he was he was unwilling to waste his time admiring his daughter's handy work. He had them out the door and in the ball room in less time then it would have if he had been like Scott, who was still checking out every pocket of his suit.

When they had walked in, the room was somewhat filled with both unfamiliar and familiar faces. He had recognized a few as old allies of his parents, while other's had been enemies. However, none he had thought of approaching either way. Instead, he had gone to get himself a drink, while Scott went towards the food. He had to hand it to the Yukimura's, the sure could pull a party together in a matter of hours.

Derek's thoughts had been brought to a halt when he heard his daughter's voice. "Dad, don't be such a sourwolf," she had said as she took a sip of her drink. "This is suppose to be a party in celebration on the treaty. You could at least pretend your happy about that," She had went on.

"What did you call me?" Derek couldn't help but ask a little surprised. It had been so long and he had nearly forgotten about that word.

"What? Dad?" Scarlett asked a little confused, then again she has called him 'father' up until now.

"No the other thing," Derek said shaking his head. Whether she had decided to call him 'father' or 'dad' he didn't really care to notice the difference, they were both the same yet one was more fondly said. None the less, she was still his child and his wolf had accepted that.

"Sourwolf? Well you are, lighten up, and I won't call you that," she said with a smile. It had been something that slipped out of her, but she could hardly help it. She understood that her father hadn't been the most sociable, but he should still make an effort and try and make acquaintances with other pack leaders for future possible alliances.

"Hn," Derek simply said as a smile settled on his face. He could recall a time that Stiles teased him with that, knowing he hated it. But now, that little name had become a very fond part of his memory. He could almost imagine Stiles voice calling him by it with a huge grin on his face.

'Don't be just a sourwolf.'

He had been to deep in thought that he had not noticed the Fox lord coming his way nor speaking to him until he heard someone say, "Right Derek?" as they nudged his side.

"What?" Derek said coming out of his thoughts as he turned to face the person, only to see Lord Ken's face slowly turn into a frown. He had also notice his daughter had left his side and gone out to speak to the other guest.

"You seem distracted tonight Derek," the lord commented before letting out another sigh, "and here I was giving a hearty apology." Although, he said it in a joking manner, the fox lord was really apologizing to Derek.

"My apologies, Lord Ken. It's just been a while since I've been in a social gathering. It's a lot to take in after so long," Derek said half lying as he gave the lord a half smile. It was true, he hadn't been to a formal ball in more than 16 years, but his mind was just reminiscing in past memories of Stiles. His daughter walking into his life was bringing past memories to him and also opening old wounds.

"That's right, since the death of your mate," Lord Ken said in a sadden tone getting the Derek's attention. The neighboring towns and ex-partners in trade with Beacon territory, had all heard of the tragedy that befell the young alpha. He had lost his mate, and was robbed of his wealth. A lot of other rumors had surfaced but none had been confirmed, but seeing the frown on the alpha's face made the fox lord feel guilty for reminding the young wolf of his loss, and he gave him a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Derek said giving the man a small smile. It really was alright, Stiles was very much alive, and that brought him great comfort. But it also pained him, so much time had gone by with them being apart and Stiles had never thought of returning to them, not even when known he had left his father behind. There was a bit of resentment he felt towards Stiles, but he could hardly blame him for keeping their daughter away from him or even staying away.

His gaze had reverted to his daughter, watching her as she made conversation with the Lord's daughter, Kira. She truly seemed accustomed to this world, but how could she not? She was a Queen's daughter. Stiles, on his own, had done a good job with their kid. He only regretted not knowing, or being their to see her grow up to the kid he was slowly getting to know now.

"I have to say, she's a wonderful kid. You taught her well," The lord said when he had caught what Derek had been looking at. The young Hale, reminded him a lot of his dear friend Talia. So cheerful, yet empowering.

"She takes after her mother," Derek couldn't help but let a soft smile slip onto his face. She had his looks, but the more time he spent with her the more she reminded Derek of Stiles. She had Stiles' personality, so full of life and strong willed.

Lord Ken had to be a blind an to not notice how much Derek loved and still loved his deceased mate. The boy had to have been something great to still have him talking about him with such adoration. It was kind of endearing to Lord Ken, and it reminded him a lot of himself. No one else but Derek, knew how it was to feel the loss of a mate and still love them like the first time. It was both heartbreaking and heartwarming. "Come, I'll introduce you to some of the neighboring Lords." Lord Ken said finally pulling away from his own thoughts.

Derek was dragged towards one particular group of men. One of them was holding a toddler, who also happened to be the first to notice them and the first to introduce himself.

"I'm William," he had said offering a hand shake to Derek after readjusting his child in his arms. "This is Tommy," William had added after Derek had taken his hand in a firm hand shake. The child, Tommy, seemed to care about nothing else then the small medallion strapped around his father's neck. "Da-Da," Tommy had chanted over and over as his eyes stayed glued to the shiny medallion and his small hands seemed to trace the defined details on it.

William mustn't have given himself justice with the simple introduction, because Lord Ken had decided to better introduce him as well as take the liberty of introducing the rest of the group to Derek.

Apparently, William, who was also Kitsune, was well known for his riches and wines. After the over take by the Queen /Stiles/ liquor had stopped being brewed by machinery and had to be hand made once more. William had been one of the few who had learned to brew it by hand, and soon produced numerous of different fine wines. He had also developed a machine that had been man-powered to help with the brewing of the said wines. Liquor being well sought out, made the man very popular.

The blonde besides him with a scar wound at the side of his neck, was introduced as James. He, like many others, had fought in a war against the Queen to foolishly try and protect their territories, which nearly costed him his life. After the numerous loss of his army, he fled his people to the sea. He appointed himself 'king' of the sea, since they've adapted to living on boats. He's also made a name for himself as a fisherman and trades with the majority of towns that have been left untouched by the Queen, providing them with food and seeds for their harvest now that the game is running low in certain territories. The scar on his neck, he swore had been made by none other then the Queen herself, which of course Derek knew it to be a lie since, the man had said she was a beautiful WOMAN with long black hair and blue eyes. But he did believe he was in war with Stiles' army, since his territory had been taken over by his and the war had well reached even his ears.

The last man (Boy, really) was probably few years older then his daughter by the looks of it. He was introduced as Liam. The boy was here on behalf of his father, who was too old and ill to have traveled. They traded silks and clothing, and jewelry. The fact that they had been one of the few families that prided themselves on hand crafting each item since before the Queen had started to rise, had given them an upper hand in this rough times. Jems and Diamonds weren't cared much anymore, but many stilled liked to have them. With the times changing, the most valuable things to trade were the essentials like, food, water, land, protection, and alliances.

"I wan' mama," Tommy had whimpered once he had spotted his mother, and successfully interrupting their conversation on the rumors of The Queen expanding once more. The toddler was growing impatient the more the seconds rolled on by. He was even bending his body in the direction he had wished to go.

"Mama's busy," William said to the boy unwilling to tare himself from the conversation.

The child had Derek wondering if his daughter had given Stiles this kind of trouble. Had she been fussy? Or had she been a calm child? Thinking of his kid, had him looking around the room for her. He had been completely absorbed in the conversation concerning Stiles that he had completely forgotten about Scott and his daughter.

He found both of them near the banquet table, his daughter was glaring at Scott and obviously scolding him. He concentrated on them and soon could pick up on their conversation.

"Uncle Scott, we talked about this. What the hell are you doing?" He could hear her growl at Scott as she crossed her arms against her chest.

"Getting food, why?" Scott said in the same oblivious tone he always has, as he picked up more food.

"The foods not going anywhere, so stop piling up so much!" Scarlett scolded before adding, "Besides this is a former ball, and that's barbaric. Honestly, haven't you ever attended one of these?"

"But I'm hungry," Scott nearly whined as his eyes look down at his plate then back up at the girl.

"Seriously, werewolves and their bottomless stomachs," Scarlett said with a sigh as she flipped a lock of her hair back behind her shoulder.

"Wha-...Hey! Your a werewolf too!" Scott counter said with a glare of his own.

"Yeah, but I can control my wolf." Scarlett said with a grin as she feed herself piece of fruit she had taken from Scott's plate which had earned her a "Hey!" from Scott.'=

As the night progressed, the group he had been introduced too, had further introduced Derek to their families. William had a rather large family and his mate was carrying their next child. The man, seemed very happy and proud of his family. His mate seemed to reflect the same content her mate spoke of them in.

James had introduced his mate, a beautiful siren woman he had found in sea. James' mate had been painfully sincere about what was asked about her. They didn't have but one child who was 8 years old, and every much of a rare beauty as his mother was.

Liam, had no one to present or to introduce to the group. The boy, had been indeed just a few years older then his daughter. He was but 22 years old, and was the eldest of his siblings. Although, he did rather tell them about his siblings and his family. The boy had no mate, nor intended mates.

They didn't seem interested on Derek's family, until his daughter and Scott came to join the group. That was when the questions had surfaces on who she was. Who her mother was. How old she was, and all these little questions people ask to know more about you. Which, honestly Derek had answered half of them, while the rest his daughter and Lord Ken had taken the liberty to answer.

In middle of talking about Stiles, and how sorry that none of them would ever get the opportunity to meet him. Derek caught Liam eyeing his daughter with the familiar gaze Scott had once given Allison in their youth. He was about to warn him to back off, when his daughter beat him to it.

"My eyes are up here," Scarlett hissed flashing her alpha red eyes at him in warning. She had caught the man looking at her, and she had tried to ignore it and pretend she hadn't noticed him looking her up like a scrap of meat. But the more he stared the more she grew annoyed and lashed out. Which had the young man sheepishly grinning at her and apologizing in a way Scott had done.

"What a feisty young lady," They all suddenly heard a woman say, gaining everyone's attention and getting them to turn their heads her way.

"Ah, Helena, glad you finally made it," Lord Ken was first to greet the werewolf woman. When Lord Ken had mentioned her name, Derek could faintly remember the annoying little girl his sister's used to entertain during their parents' parties.

Scarlett hadn't missed the looks the woman had sent her father as she gave everyone a petty excuse on why she was late to the event. It wasn't like she was being subtle about her clear interest she had suddenly got towards her father.

The woman's presence hadn't changed the conversation off Derek's deceased mate, but she had added another interesting topic. Derek's love life. Which did have the rest of the woman, except his daughter, questioning why he had not seeked another mate. Slowly the group had disbanded leaving, Derek, Scott, and Scarlett alone with Helena, who was only directing Derek.

"You poor thing," the woman had said letting her hand rest on Derek's shoulder, "left alone to raise your daughter. That must have been so hard for you."

Derek had no choice but pretend to be oblivious to what the woman was doing. "Not at all," He said simply as he bit down a growl. The woman was insufferable, and the scent she was giving off to let him know she was interested made it just that much more unbearable.

"I'm retiring for the night father," Scarlett said as she turned to leave without waiting for a reply. She had had enough, her father was entertaining the woman far to long for her liking. A part of her felt, like he was disrespecting her mother, but another part of her reminded her that her father was free to mate again, just like her mother had, if he so wished too.

A sigh escaped his lips when he heard his daughter revert back to using 'Father'. He knew she was upset, he could smell it coming from her. It made him smile at how similar it was to when Stiles was upset. He shook the thought from his head for a moment before looking towards Scott, "Walk her back." He had to make sure his daughter was taken care of.

"Sure," Scott said as he took off in a sprint to try catch up to her, not bothering to question Derek's order.

It had taken some effort to cut the woman off in her rant about her interest in his life and trying to comfort him, but he had managed to break free from her. The moment he had escaped, he had been quick to find Lord Ken. "I still have business to tend to in my territory. I apologize this had to be a short visit." Derek said excusing himself from the party and his visit all together. He wanted nothing more than to return home.

"You don't have to apologize," Ken had said with a smile as he took a sip form his drink. "It's actually been refreshing to see you after so many years. You know, you remind me a lot of my old friend." Lord Ken let out a small chuckle when he got no reply from his friends son. So decided to change the subject, "Lady Helena seems to have taken a liken to you." This time he got a response from Derek, a simple scoff. "Have you thought of mating again, Derek?"

Derek was unsure whether the man was asking him or referring the thought to himself. Lord Ken, had lost his wife nine years ago to an attack by the Queen's enemies when they had been visiting a partner in trade. They had been mistaken as one of the Queen's people and attacked.

"It's been a while since their deaths, don't you want to try and find love again?" The lord said with a blank stare as he gazed into his half empty glass. "It'd be good for you. Your still young, you can make a life with someone new."

"Unless that person is Stiles, I don't want to seek it with anyone else," Derek said honestly as he looked at the Lord. Derek had, had, other partners before Stiles but he hadn't ever had, nor felt as strongly as he felt for Stiles for neither Page nor Kate. Page had been but a phase, and Kate had been a moment of lust that lasted longer then a one-night stand. Stiles, had been far more than anything he had ever anticipated. Stiles had given him everything he had and made Derek feel like he was the luckiest man to have had all of his firsts and to have had all of his love. He didn't fully understand it even now, but to him Stiles was a burning flame that gave life and meaning to everything he was. He had made everything worth it.

"Stiles is gone, Derek. They won't be coming back," The lord said with a frown when the young wolf had spoke like his mate was still alive.

"Maybe," He said with a sigh in defeat. 16 years was a long time, and he knew Stiles would probably never be the weak and defenseless Stiles he knew. In that time he's grown up on his own, and experienced many hardships. Who wasn't to say he's not the shell of the person he loved? "But a part of him returned to me," he said giving the fox lord a smile. Scarlett was half him and half Stiles, and it was the half that was Stiles that showed up more in everything that she did.

Since Derek had been gone to meet with the kitsunes over the offer they had sent Derek, Isaac had taken it upon himself to tidy up Derek's home. It was hardly a home in a sense, there was hardly anything to clean and the place was missing the small touches that made a place a home. Ever since the death of Stiles, Derek didn't really live at home. He tended to be out on patrol and in the woods most of the time, which most of them knew it was his form of distracting himself from this lonesome feeling.

It wasn't like the rest of the pack didn't feel it. They all felt the loss of Stiles, and how empty and broken they really were without him, but unlike Derek, everyone had a mate that distracted them and helped them cope with their pain and guilt. Scott had Allison, Erica had Boyd, Lydia had Jackson, and He had Peter. A sigh escaped him as he let his weight rest against the kitchen counter, like he often did within the kitchen. No matter how many times he cleaned it nor how often, the space that had been Stiles usual space, still held an essence and scent of Stiles. A small smile crossed his face as he took a big whiff of it.

'Did you come to help me?' Stiles said with a big smile as he looked towards Isaac.

The memory of how many times he had walked in to the kitchen to see what Stiles was doing was still fresh in Isaac's mind, but the more he reminisced in it the more Stiles' bright smile faded. There was so much he, and the rest of the pack, regretted.

'It's my fault he's gone, Peter,' Isaac had cried out as he curled up into himself. He had been the last to ever see Stiles alive, and the last one to have tormented him. Of course, this was his fault.

'This is all our faults, not just yours,' Peter had said to him, doing a very little petty job at trying to comfort him, but he wasn't wrong. Peter, knew he wasn't. Even he, who was born wolf, knew that the omega's weren't the best treated, yet just like everyone else he had let his instinct take over and maltreated Stiles in the same manner the rest had.

Derek, had been the only one strong enough to pull back and control himself, and remind himself that what they had done was wrong. Even Derek had blamed himself. If only he had seen how special Stiles was from the beginning, his pack wouldn't have suddenly turn the cold shoulder to him. Derek, as much as the rest had blamed himself.

Everyone had gone through a depression, and facing the sheriff had been the most difficult. The man had blamed himself for not noticing how much Stiles was suffering, but above all he blamed those he had trusted to keep his son safe. Scott had been the one to receive the man's hatred far worse then the rest.

'I wish I could have stopped myself, Peter, I knew what I was doing was wrong,' Isaac had cried into his chest when Peter had pulled him into his embrace. 'I-I just couldn't stop it,' he let out as his fingertips digged into his shirt. 'I-I'm so sorry..' he let out in a shaky voice.

'Me too, Me too,' Peter had let out in a whisper.

Isaac extended the cover's and with a swift movement, and watched as the sheets floated back down on the bed. The bed usually never was touched, but Joey sometimes liked to come and roll in the sheets to take in the comfort of his Derek's scent. The thought brought a smile to his face at the thought of Erica's and Boyd's little boy grinning at him. The smile didn't last long on his face when he heard a sudden small rustle sound coming from behind him. "Hello?" he had called out when it got silent again. Isaac had took a whiff of the air, trying to scent his surrounding but nothing stood out to him. When the small sound of movement reached his ears again, he took a step away form the bed and looked around until his eyes landed on the closet door. "Come out, already," Isaac had demanded as his claws drew out incase whatever was in there with him was a threat to him.

He was expecting Deucalion, or that girl that had been with him, but he had never expected to see a small boy stumbling out of the closet, scared out of his little mind. He had instantly felt bad when he saw the boy's eyes fill with tears and his bottom lip quiver, threatening to let out a cry.

"No, No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Isaac had said as he lowered himself carefully to his knees to try appear less frightening. The little boy didn't seem to have understood his intentions, because he had backed away into the wall and let out a small cry as he said, "I want my mommy!"

"Oh..don't cry, I won't hurt you," Isaac had cooed trying to get the boy to stop crying, but to no avail. Not even when Isaac had said that he would help him find his mother, did it ease the boy's crying.

It was Isaac's distress on not being able to calm the boy that lead Peter and their son, Damion - who conveniently been having their father-son morning run near Derek's home- to come in to check why Isaac was distressed. "Mate?" Peter had called out as he stepped into the old Stilinski home. "Mom?" Damion had called out as he ran inside the house ahead of his father and was quick to locate him, before Isaac had called back with "Up here."

It wasn't long before Isaac and Peter were watching helplessly as their son calmed the boy and got him comfortable to talk to him. It was also when the boy stopped crying that both parents had noticed the uncanny resemblance the child had to their alpha, Derek. The boy had dark hair, dark brows, and the same green eyes, that their alpha had.

"Are you sure he isn't another of Derek's 'supposed' long lost kids?" Isaac had asked turning his attention to his mate. who was holding him from behind and rubbing soothing circles to his small round bump. They had decided it was about time to expand their small family of three, and Isaac couldn't have been happier about it. Peter, on the other hand had been more reluctant since he was dragged around the territory with Derek trying to find any source of food to feed the pack. But there was no doubt in Isaac's mind that Peter was just as happy as he was about it.

The question had Peter pulling away slightly from the attentions he was giving his mate. "No, I don't think so. From what I know Derek hasn't bedded anyone since he first met Stiles," Peter said with a smile. He, more than anyone, knew how much Derek loved Stiles and that alone let Peter know that his nephew was not stupid enough to taint the memory of his mate for a heated adventure. But turning his attention towards the pups, he couldn't help but feel a small ounce of doubt. The small child, after all, did resemble his nephew, but there was something odd about him.

Isaac had moved from Peter's embrace and went to finish his cleaning, or at least attempt to while their son watched over the small child. "I wonder how he ended up here," Peter said as he followed his mate to the bedroom where he finished making the bed at the very least. "I'm not sure," Isaac said smiling when Peter had moved to help him in his chores.

With Peter helping him, it didn't take them very long to finish the bedroom, then again there hardly was anything to clean. "Peter could you please throw this out?" Isaac had said as he handed Peter a bag of trash he had collected throughout the house.

"Su-..." He had started putting down the box that Isaac had made him move, but seeing his mate standing on a stood with a duster in hand pointed to the trash had him worried. "Would you get down before you fall?" Peter said as he made his way towards Isaac and motioned for him to come down.

"I'm almost done," Isaac protested as he moved to finished the one spot he had missed. Neither of them had noticed the kids venturing into the room until Isaac had dropped the box that held Stiles' family heirloom on his way down from the stool.

"You shouldn't touch that, Sammy," they heard their son scold the small child when he had picked up the necklace.

"It smells like mommy," the boy, who apparently was named 'Sammy', said with a near squeal as he nuzzled the pendent.

A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to update until now. Unfortunately, my laptop broke on me and I lost all my programming and documents, but luckily I always have a copy of everything on a USB drive :D! So, after so long here is another chapter. Please ignore all my grammatically wrong sentences and misspelled words, I did my best on my phone.