Ner words in this chapter: 3,105
"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the phone}
{Text message}
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter VI
–Meet the In-Law Dinner–
Monday, 12 September 2011
DH's POV
Derek gasped when Peter took his claws out of his neck. Cora by the side with her arms crossed.
"Druid. Enchantment of some sorts." Peter snarled as he stepped away into his bookcase full on ingredients instead of books. Eventually, he picked a flask and put it on Derek's hand. "To break the spell." He explained.
Derek didn't argue and took the concoction in one go.
"That tastes horrible."
"You are actually talking, so I take it that you are yourself again. You welcome." Peter agreed and Derek tensed. "Now go to your Mate who is drowning himself in the bathtub with self-doubt."
Derek hurried to his feet and run towards Stiles. The teenager looked back uncertain when the early-twenties man entered. Derek took out his shoes and leather jacket, before he climbed inside the tub and kneeled on each side of Stiles, kissing him.
"I love you."
Stiles' eyes grew before he groaned.
"You needed some kind of mumbo jumbo from my teacher to finally say it? Really?"
"Yes. And it was an enchantment spell."
"What? Like love-spell spell?" Derek nodded. "Dude! That's just not playing fair! You can't go around stealing others' Mates with love-spells!"
"You felt it."
Stiles groaned.
"I'm not the one who broke it." He grumbled resentfully.
"But you knew that something was off and brought me to who you knew could help out."
Stiles sighed and grabbed Derek's cheeks between both his hands.
"No more Miss Blake for you."
Derek smiled despite it all. Jealous Stiles was way too cute.
"Anything you say, Mate."
"If you dare do that again, I'll make you tattoo my name on your heart. My biological name, not just plain Stiles."
And Derek would wear it with pride. He knew better than to mention it to his pissed lover right now, though.
Derek felt the water cold down and stood with Stiles as he opened the drain, turned on the shower and passed the lukewarm water over Stiles to warm him up and to get the shampoo foam out of him.
"You need to undress." Stiles pinpointed, while Derek closed the water, before he left and picked a towel to dry himself.
Derek looked down at his clothes and obeyed. He glanced at Stiles as he looked through the heap of clothes that Cora had set up for him.
"Do you think you aren't beautiful?"
"I'm not winning any beauty contest any time soon." Stiles shrugged. "I mean… have you even looked at me?"
"You would've win them all."
Stiles turned red all the way from his ears to his chest. He looked back, shyly.
"Derek…"
"I needed an enchantment to look at your Teacher. I don't need any to know that I'm too lucky to have you by my side. Even if she was that pretty as you say… it's not besides her face I want to wake up to every morning."
Stiles' eyes grew.
"Are you…? Dude! Don't go around doing the asking me in marriage speech if you aren't actually going to…"
"I'd be deeply honored if you said yes."
Stiles actually froze, staring back with his mouth gaping like a fish. Derek started to self-doubt himself. Eventually, Peter was heard outside the door.
"Stiles, unlike you, Derek can't get inside your mind. You need to speak." Which just showed how private their conversation really was…
Stiles stuttered and run into Derek's arms, hugging him tight and kissing him non-stop.
"Is that a yes?"
Stiles started laughing.
"Yes, you big Loaf. That's definitely a yes."
When Stiles finally dressed and left the bathroom, Peter entered and set a heap of clothes besides a towel for Derek. Over the clothes was a necklace with a ring with the triskele engraved on the inside on one side and the symbol for Robin on the other. Even Peter knew Derek better than Derek knew himself…
–TPD–
MS's POV
Stiles held Derek's promise ring around his neck with a happiness that just had to be madding to anyone else. He couldn't help himself. He was just too happy.
"Derek must have done something nice after what he did this morning." Erica put in during lunch. "You looked ready to kill him as you forced him inside the Camaro."
Stiles pulled the ring out of the shirt and Erica shrieked, hugging him. When the others joined, they were all confused. Stiles hid the ring again. Stiles called it a promise ring because Derek was off age and Stiles was not yet 17. In a year and a month: yes, it could become more. Until then, it was a promise.
"Do we want to know?" Jackson asked. "Is the baby's gender finally up to display?"
"I've told you that we have decided not to know which it is." Stiles argued.
Although Stiles had looked up online what happened during ultrasounds. He had wanted to know what the doctors looked for. Only to find himself shamefully recognizing the same signs in his own ultrasounds. So, for a month now that Stiles knew.
–TPD–
DH's POV
Peter looked at Derek confused and then at the paper he had been given after Derek had returned from driving Stiles to school.
"What do you want me to…?"
Peter shut up as Derek took out his upper clothes.
"Cora, held me down."
Peter stared at the name in his hand wide-eyed. Derek sat as Cora approached and held Derek's shoulders.
"That's a massive of a name!" Derek nodded. "Details."
"Even more reason for you to have a reason to torture me."
That seemed to do the trick. Peter huffed.
"Wait a second. I'll get the equipment."
Peter walked away.
"Stiles' name?" Cora wondered.
"His biological first name." Derek agreed. "Like Peter said, an amount of practically unpronounceable letters."
Cora hummed as Peter returned with a pen and with his cellphone on, started copying a style of letter as he wrote the name on Derek's heart. Derek accepted the mirror when it was done and looked at it.
"Lots of more details." He argued and Peter smirked as he lit-on the blow torch.
"Your idea, Alpha."
Derek grabbed his knees and faced himself for what was coming. Cora held him down and Peter started burning him. Derek's eyes flashed red while he shifted involuntarily.
–TPD–
MS's POV
Stiles smiled at Derek when he came to fetch him, only to see his jeep.
"It's fixed?"
"As good as I could make it without completely remodeling it." Derek agreed, sitting on the passenger seat.
Stiles sat immediately behind the wheel and turned the key, it started so smoothly…
"How many updates?"
"None. Just fixed what could be fixed. Didn't fix the outside. That's part of what made it yours."
Stiles grinned back and drove them away.
"Peter texted me that I should demand to see your chest, but right now I just want to drive."
"Then drive." Derek agreed without argument.
They drove all over town until finally someone rang Derek.
{Yes? … Yes. … Very well. … Right away, Sir.} Derek hung up. "Your Father is 'inviting' me for dinner."
Stiles nodded and drove back home.
"Why did Peter want me to check your chest anyway?"
"Because he got the chance to torture me for several hours and he wanted to know what you thought of its final look."
Stiles frowned.
"I'm definitely looking at your chest later, then."
They arrived home, to find Dad besides the front door.
"It's fixed?" Stiles nodded with a grin. He opened the hood and looked at his new motor alongside Dad. "Definitely worth more than a new car." Dad argued.
"My leather jacket is full of holes and crisped. It's still worth more than any new one." Derek argued. "My father's."
Dad looked at the jacket and then towards the jeep.
"So that is why you always wear it."
"And why I did my best at fixing whatever I could of Stiles' jeep. Father was a Mechanic. He taught me some things until I was Stiles' age."
Stiles closed the hood with a smile at Derek. They entered inside and Stiles immediately smelled mac and cheese. Mother's recipe.
"When I was invited over to your grandparents' house the first-time, this was what they did for me to don't feel out of place." Dad offered apologetically.
Stiles' eyes watered, understanding what his Dad was implying, jumped into his arms and hugged him.
"Thanks, Dad."
"I'm sorry, Son. I was starting to treat you like my own father did me." Dad argued, holding him close. "You need to exercise a little more. I know you left Lacrosse, but you are winning a lump, Son."
Stiles laughed and stepped back. Just a lump? Stiles was getting beyond fat!
Derek shook Dad's hand.
"Sir."
"Come on, wash your hands. I'll set up the table."
Stiles nodded with a grin and hurried to the bathroom. Mother's mac and cheese was the best food ever. She used to do it once a week. Dad and Stiles having broken tradition because it hurt too much.
Stiles glanced at Derek at the entrance of the bathroom, through the mirror, to see the other raise his shirt. Stiles turned gobsmacked. No way… Derek had actually…
"I'll have to send a thumbs up to Peter…"
Derek rearranged himself and approached, kissing Stiles.
"Go help your father. Tonight is an actual 'meet the in-laws dinner' dinner."
"In-law." Stiles amended amused and left the bathroom, joining Dad. "Thank you."
"I went to your room to see if you had any dirty laundry… saw the new picture when I looked for the ultrasound picture."
"Derek cooked Mom's first-date recipe." Stiles agreed.
"He told me that you had attempted before." Dad agreed and Stiles frowned. "He came to speak with me at the Station. Get my approval, not for himself, but for your sake."
Stiles hiccupped.
"That big loaf." Stiles turned and shouted. "You can say whatever; you are the most caring, romantic Beast any Belle could ever hope to find!"
Dad snorted.
"He calls himself Beast?"
"Monster actually, but I refuse to call him that." Stiles shrugged. "When he isn't self-degrading himself he is perfect. You'll love him."
"Does he like sports?"
"He played sports in high school I believe."
"Then I will finally have a son to watch the game with. Since my actual son prefers to watch TV series and cartoons…"
"Hey." Stiles mock-glared.
Derek joined their side and for the first time in a long time Stiles didn't felt the need to fill the meal with himself monologuing. It felt… homey.
"You are uncharacteristically quiet." Derek argued.
"I can be quiet." Stiles argued.
"Stiles, when you're quiet you are either having a panic attack or scared you did something wrong or asleep."
Stiles blushed.
"Or trying to hide something." Dad agreed.
"Can't a guy enjoy the feeling of the first actual homey meal any of us has had in years?"
"You can. You just usually would start babble about it non-stop." Derek argued pointedly.
"You were the one always arguing that I never shut up." Stiles pouted.
"True. But I got used to your babbling nature."
Stiles' chest warmed and he avoided Dad's amused look.
"Anyway… Dad, late December/early January you are totally taking days off to help watch over your god-grandchild, right?"
"Tara and Melissa wouldn't leave me alone if I wouldn't." Dad agreed. "Just give me a call when your ex goes into labor, Derek."
Derek nodded as Stiles paled. Labor. As in Stiles' labor… Stiles'…
"Mini-Derek is definitely being born caesarean-style." He argued, a cold shiver running down his back.
"Cub won't be named Derek." Derek retorted, trying to bring the topic away from the labor talk.
Which Stiles gave him points for trying.
"If you actually decided to know the gender last time, you'd know what to name the baby already." Dad argued.
"We decided not to know." Derek put in, only to frown at obviously smelling Stiles' embarrassment and looked at Stiles. "Stiles?"
"I swear I didn't do it on purpose…" Stiles was saved by a phone call. He jumped to his feet and only Derek's quick thinking kept him on his feet. {Lydia.}
{I found a dead body.}
Stiles looked back at Derek.
{Where? And are you sure?}
{Slashed neck and blood everywhere. Yes, I'm sure. I'm not going to look for a heartbeat, Stiles.}
Stiles massaged his eyebrows.
{Kay, that pretty much sums dead body.} He agreed and Dad stood at once. {Where are you? and please tell me you haven't touched it.} Dad made him signal. {I'm putting you on speaker. My dad is here.}
Stiles put on speaker and the other two approached.
{I touched the blood because there was a doll in the pool and I was checking it. And I'm at a local pool.}
{Very well, Miss Martin. Call the Station and tell your exact status. We'll be there as fast as we can.} Dad agreed.
Lydia hung up. Dad looked at Stiles, who nodded.
"Dead body, go."
Dad pointed at Derek, in a keep Stiles' safe look, before hurrying out the door. Stiles rang Jackson.
{What?} Jackson snapped.
{Your girlfriend just found a dead body. Are you going or should I and Derek?} Stiles snapped in return.
{I'm going.} Jackson agreed and hung up.
Stiles looked at his cellphone and then glanced at Derek.
"Did Lydia really just ring me instead of her own boyfriend?"
"Lydia is Pack and, even if not a Shewolf, she is something."
"Pack Dad thingy?"
Derek nodded, before raising an eyebrow.
"Now… ultrasounds?" Stiles froze. "If you know I have the right to know as well!"
Stiles pointed at the ultrasound from early August on the fridge, signaling a specific place in it.
"This is how the Docs see if it's male or female." Derek looked at the exact location. "Males usually have a small dick…"
Derek's eyes grew as he understood.
"Stiles…"
"This one I thought that no, I was not looking at it right… but in the one upstairs… no change."
Derek caressed the printed picture of the ultrasound.
"Definitely not Derek." Derek whispered.
Stiles snorted.
"Definitely not." His cellphone rang again. {Yeah?}
{That girl last week, she was your friend, right?} Jackson asked and Stiles hummed. {Didn't you say something about her being a virgin?}
{Yes, why?}
{The dead guy has a purity ring.} Stiles looked at Derek, uncertain. {Derek is still with you?}
{Yeah.}
{Is this Alpha Pack normal?}
Derek shook his head.
{Must be the another foe.} Stiles argued. {Take Lydia home and don't leave her alone. We'll meet tomorrow at Derek's loft where we'll discuss this.}
{Lydia's ringing her mother to warn her. My parents won't mind.} Jackson agreed and hung up.
Stiles stored his cellphone and hurried upstairs to his computer. In no time he was printing things and emptying his board. He set date-picture and the new baby picture over his bedside table as he started overbearing his board with papers and a wool line linking things together. Before he could even get halfway, the wool was stolen from his hands.
"Daad!"
"Derek told me that you aren't even listening to him and that you have orders from Mrs. Morrell to sleep in regular hours." Dad argued, closed the computer and took out the keyboard, the mouse and the wool. "You'll have them back in the morning."
Stiles gaped at Dad as he left the bedroom and then at an uncertain Derek. The front door could be heard, before Dad left again.
"You rang him?"
"You weren't listening…" Derek argued, obviously not knowing how to react.
Stiles huffed. He dressed his new PJs, set up the alarm for when sun rises and went to the one person-size bed, leaning against the wall grudgingly and with his back to Derek. Derek entered the room and closed the window, starting to put mountain ash on the edge.
"Or you join me, Bearek, or I swear to god that you won't be touching me until I give birth! And that includes the belly!"
Derek was under the sheets in no time, hugging Stiles from behind. One hand protectively over Stiles' pumped belly.
–TPD–
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
DH's POV
Derek looked at the dead asleep Stiles and turned off the alarm. He looked at the door to find the Sheriff arriving dead tired. The man nodded back and went down the corridor to his own bed. Derek knew Stiles had felt betrayed, but he had had to call the Sheriff. He had no idea on how to deal with detective-Stiles yet. That had been a new face of Stiles and the fact he hadn't even hear Derek roaring or promising sex had freaked him out. Luckily the Sheriff knew his son by heart and stopped by on the way back to the Station from the crime scene.
Derek had expected Stiles to not want him near, but…
"Can you just shut up and sleep already?" Stiles snapped and turned on the bed to lean against Derek's chest, this time facing him. "Some Humans can't sleep when their bed-partner won't shut up their mind."
Derek looked down at the way Stiles leaned his face against Derek's neck and fell asleep again. Derek smiled and rearranged the blankets over them. Stiles could give him the cold shoulder again in a few hours when he'd wake up and realize Derek had closed his alarm, but it would be completely worth it.
–TPD–
MS's POV
Stiles avoided Derek as the other brought up breakfast for him. Bloody Alpha and his bloody it's my rules rule.
It was not fair that the other was such a great sexy bastard!
"Don't worry, he'll get over it."
"No, I won't!" He argued at his traitorous dad.
"He says that now, but – as soon as his research hype calms down – he'll be jumping back and demanding attention."
Stiles huffed and returned to his precious research!
(TBC)
Next chapter: The Supernatural
~Isys
