Epilogue – Seven Years Later
"Erica, are you all ready?" Stiles turns away from the mirror to look at the little girl. She's wearing a ruby red dress with sparkles and gemstones adorning the collar and trim. Her hair is done in an up do with pieces of her beautiful wavy brown hair falling to her shoulders, and beautiful ruby slippers on her feet.
"Come here," He says, kneeling down and holding his arms wide. The little girl runs over to him and throws herself into his arms. He closes his arms around her and squeezes hard, "You look so beautiful," he whispers into her ear, "I could eat you up, I love you so."
The girl giggles as he nibbles at her neck. "I love you too Daddy." She finally manages to say once he's stopped nibbling at her. He pulls away and gives her a kiss on the forehead.
"Now go find grandma and Isaac, we have to hurry, don't want to keep Daddy and Grandpa waiting do we?" The girl shakes her head and skips out of the room.
Stiles turns back to the mirror and adjusts his bowtie. He looks himself up and down in the full length mirror. He's wearing a form fitting, standard black tuxedo with a red vest and bowtie. For once in his life, he has actually styled his hair. It's slicked back, slightly off to the side. He runs a comb through it one last time, checks for any other adjustments that need to be made, then runs away from the mirror.
He moves through the McCall house looking for everyone. He finds them all sitting in the living room, waiting for him.
"Dude, we're gonna be late," Scott says to him from the couch, little Erica in his lap.
"No we're not. Is everyone ready?"
Scott, Erica and Isaac all nod their heads like the little children they are. Stiles looks over at Mellissa and they share an exasperated look. Stiles hurries over to her side to help he off the couch.
"You look beautiful Melissa," Stiles says as she gets to her feet.
"Thank you Stiles," She pats him on the back, "You look pretty good yourself."
Scott leads the kids to the minivan, followed my Melissa. Stiles lags behind for a minute. He runs up the stairs and grabs a picture out of his bag. He looks at the picture of his mom, kisses it then slides it into the chest pocket closest to his heart. He runs back down the stairs, out the door and jumps into the driver's seat. He looks back to make sure the kids are buckled in then starts the ignition.
The short drive to the church is filled with small talk, kids screaming and laughing, and excitement. There's also a sense of emptiness in Stiles that's nagging at him, begging him to pay attention to it. But he tries his best to ignore it, to push it aside.
They pull up to the church and circle around back to the parking lot. Once everyone's out of the car they all move through the church to a small dressing room. Since they're all dressed already, they just sit down and relax. Scott reaches for the champagne and pops it open, then pours a glass for himself, Melissa and Stiles.
"Cheers, to Stiles and Derek." Scott holds his glass up and Melissa and Stiles join him, their glasses clanging together.
Stiles takes a small sip of champagne then sets it down. "I'm gonna go find Derek," He says, turning to leave the room.
Scott grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him back in. "Not before the wedding Stiles, you know it's bad luck."
"I think that's only if there's a bride, dude."
"Oh. Well I still think you should wait," He spins Stiles around and pushes him back into his seat, "It won't be long." Stiles sighs loudly, but remains seated. Scott is right, it will be better to wait, but he just wants to see Derek so badly. It's been more than 24 hours since he last saw him and he's getting separation anxiety. He picks up his champagne flute and takes a sip.
Stiles watches his little puppies run around the room, chasing each other and giggling. He thinks back to the days, just a few years ago, that they came into his life.
Two years after the fire when they had settled down and things had gotten back to normal, he and Derek had a discussion about kids. They talked about surrogacy, adoption, and not having any at all. The last choice was never really talked about, but it was there. Ultimately they decided adoption was the best way to go, mostly because they didn't have a surrogate that they knew.
Stiles and Derek had become part of an adoption agency that helped teen moms find homes for their babies, if they wished not to keep them. A few months after their talk about adopting and registering with the adoption agency, they got in contact with a teenager who was being forced to give up her baby.
Her name was Melody. She was a beautiful 15 year old who was very smart and caring. Her parents were furious about the pregnancy and were forcing her to give up the baby. They met with her several times before she gave them the news that she wanted them to have her baby.
Six months later, their beautiful baby girl was born. They were there for the birth, watching and helping their baby be delivered. When it came time to give up the baby, several days later, Melody was in tears. But she gave her up easily and told them to take good care of her. They promised her she would have the best life they could possibly give her. They never had any contact with Melody after that day.
A few days after bringing the baby girl home with them, they settled on a name for her. Erica Lee Hale. Everything was perfect for them, for the most part. They had their small fights here and there, stress building with the new baby, but they made it through.
A year and a half later, they found themselves preparing for another child. They had learned through the agency that an infant had been orphaned. Both his parent's died in a crash while he was at the babysitters. There was no next of kin, so he was placed for adoption. They talked it over and took a few weeks to think if they were ready for another child. Ultimately, they decided that they may not be completely ready, but they wanted another, a boy.
They went to meet him and fell in love instantly. His short, curly sandy brown hair, gorgeous bright blue eyes and a dopey crooked smile all reminded them of who he would be named after. The day after they met him they filed for adoption. It took months for all the forms to be completed and approved. During the adoption process, they would make weekly trips, with Erica to visit their future son. They fell completely in love with him, as did Erica.
After months of waiting, everything was complete and they were granted full custody of their son. They had been thinking for weeks of what to name him, and they settled on it the day they took him home. Isaac Martin Hale.
"Stiles, it's time! Are you ready?"
Stiles blinks a few times as he looks at Scott, the words meaning sinking in. It's time. He jumps to his feet and looks around the room. Scott and him are the only two left in the room.
"Where are the kids?"
"Mom took them to their seats; they're all waiting out there."
Stiles just nods, anxiety starting to build inside his chest.
"Dude, you need to calm down. Everything will be fine." Scott pats his back reassuringly as he leads him out of the room and down a hallway.
Stiles can hear the familiar old tune start to play as the double doors open. His eyes sweep across the small room. There are two rows of seats, most of the seats empty, a few vases of flowers, an altar, the priest and Derek. Derek, his beautiful, wonderful mate, standing there at the altar waiting for him.
Stiles wants to run down the aisle to him, but he takes more time than that. This only happens once after all. He doesn't do a bridal walk down the aisle; he isn't a bride after all. He walks normally, just a little slower, to the beat of the wedding march. It takes him less than thirty seconds to get down the aisle regardless. He looks to his left, where Scott is standing. He looks into the faces of his loved ones, his dad, his step mom slash Scott's mom, Melissa and his two gorgeous children. Even Allison showed up for the wedding even though they've barely talked in seven long years.
Stiles holds his hand over his heart, over his moms picture as he walks up the altar steps and joins Derek. He pulls his hand away from his chest and intertwines his fingers into Derek's. The sound of the wedding march comes to an end and the minister begins the ceremony as Stiles locks eyes with Derek.
"Dearly beloved, We have come together today in the presence of God to witness the joining of Derek Hale and "Gani-" Stiles coughs and holds his hand into the air, "Uhm, just Stiles Stilinski, please."
The minister nods and gives a small chuckle, then starts over. "Dearly beloved, We have come together today in the presence of God to witness the joining of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski in Holy Matrimony. This is a special time of celebration that Derek and Stiles will long remember, and because of this, they are thankful you are here to share their joy. If these solemn vows that they are about to make are kept faithfully, God will bless their marriage.
There is a skill to marriage, as there is to any activity people engage in. This art requires that we pay thoughtfulness to the little things as well as the big ones that are part of the closeness of matrimony.
Develop the capacity to forgive and forget and heal quarrels as they happen. Say, "I love you" and speak words of appreciation often. Do not come to take each other for granted, and demonstrate your gratitude in thoughtful ways. Never grow too old to hold hands. Do not expect perfection of each other, perfection is only for God. Make your search for the good and the beautiful a common search.
A good marriage evolves when two separate souls face life's pleasures and sadness in harmony, not in unison.
The couple has chosen to write their own vows." The minister finishes with a small gesture to Derek.
Stiles looks into Derek's eyes as he begins his vows.
"I've never been good with words, which you know. But I do have something prepared." Stiles smiles as Derek pulls a small piece of paper out of his inner chest pocket and starts reading from it, "Stiles, you mean the world to me. All those times I almost lost you. All the times we were so close yet too ignorant to see the feelings we shared. Even though all that's in the past, it's part of what has lead us here today and all of that only made my feelings for you stronger. But you're mine now, and I'm yours. I devote myself to you Stiles Stilinski, for eternity. I love you with every beat of my heart."
Tears well up in Stiles' eyes as he listens to Derek's vows, but he tries to keep them at bay knowing it's his turn. He reaches up and wipes the tears away, then begins.
"Derek Hale, I still find it hard to believe that you love such an awkward, hyperactive, talkative, immature guy like me, but I'm so glad you do. I stand in front of you and I vow to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to be there for you and our children in every way for the rest of our lives together. You are my everything and I want nobody else but you. You complete me, in every way someone can complete their mate. I love you so much."
Derek has the biggest smile on, bigger than Stiles has ever seen before, which makes his own smile stretch wider across his face.
"Very well, the rings." The minister says. Scott hands the rings to the minister, nearly dropping them in true Scott fashion.
"Derek, repeat after me. Stiles Stilinski, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God."
Derek repeats the words as he slides the ring onto Stiles' left ring finger.
"Stiles, repeat after me. Derek Hale, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God."
Stiles repeats the words quickly, stumbling over a few of them and slides the ring onto Derek's finger.
"Before this gathering, you have promised each other your love and have given each other rings to wear as a sign of your deep commitment. It is my distinct pleasure to declare that you are now husband and husband. You may kiss one another."
Stiles practically jumps onto Derek in excitement. He kisses his new husband like it's their first kiss. Tongue exploring his mouth, gliding across his teeth, nibbling slightly on his lower lip. He hears his dad cough from his seat and he pulls way, his face turning bright red.
"Aha, oops." He says as the small family rises to their feet and starts clapping for the couple.
The small group all leave the small chapel together, in two cars, and head to a small restaurant. The next few hours consist of toasts from Scott, the Sheriff and Melissa, eating, lots of talking, joking, laughter, congratulations and presents. Just small presents, which still surprised Stiles and Derek because they had specifically said no presents, but they accepted them graciously.
As the evening draws to a close, Allison is the first to leave, with Scott. Stiles yells at them across the room as he catches them leaving, "Have fun you two crazy kids. It'll be just like old times!"
Scott and Allison both glare at him from across the room, but can't help but smile as they run out of the restaurant. Stiles isn't surprised they're leaving together. He figured that after 7 years of not talking, there was still unsettled sexual tension, if nothing more.
The Sheriff and Melissa are the next, and last to leave, with the kids in tow.
"Thank you for taking them for the night," Stiles says to his dad and step mom with a big smile.
"It's your honeymoon!" Melissa says, "It's the least we can do." Stiles and Derek stand up and exchange hugs and kisses with the Sheriff and Melissa. Derek leans down and picks both Erica and Isaac up. Stiles and Derek kiss them all over, which sends them into fits of giggles, then give them both big hugs.
"Goodnight babies, we'll see you in the morning. Love you." Stiles says with one final kiss to each of them.
"Goodnight kids," Derek says as he hands them off to the Sheriff. Stiles and Derek's hands intertwine as they watch the four of them leave the restaurant.
A few minutes after everyone leaves Derek wraps his arm around Stiles' neck and whispers into his ear.
"Let's go home baby, we have a long night ahead of us." Derek pulls back and looks at Stiles with a sly grin.
Stiles feels his cheeks get warm as the blood rushes into them. After all these years, he still isn't able to talk about sex with his sexy sourwolf without blushing. Derek grabs his hand and pulls him through the restaurant and through the door. As soon as they reach the car, Derek shoves him against it. Stiles gasps a little in surprise. Derek leans forward and kisses him, his tongue slipping in between Stiles' lips. Stiles groans into Derek's mouth as they nibble at each other's lips and explore each other's mouths.
Derek pulls away just enough to move down Stiles' neck. Derek licks and nibbles at his neck, which drives Stiles insane. He bites down hard, making Stiles yelp in pain, then push in closer to his mate. In the seven years of this, Stiles has developed several kinks, including biting, extremely hard biting. He twines his fingers into Derek's hair and yanks at it as Derek keeps nibbling, making small marks on Stiles' skin.
"Derek," Stiles gasps out, "Derek, people- are watching," He barely manages to gasp out the last few words before Derek is lifting him up and shoving him into the passenger's side seat. Derek slides the seatbelt over his chest and buckles it, then runs around the car and jumps into his own seat. He clicks his seatbelt into place then speeds out of the driveway. Stiles feels adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins, and can also feel his rock hard cock pressing against his jeans.
Derek's nostrils flare and he grabs onto Stiles' inner thigh. He begins stroking his thigh, moving closer to his crotch. Stiles gasps when his hand finally reaches his cock. Derek's eyes lock into Stiles' for a moment, his eyes burning bright red. This, as it turns out, is another kink Stiles has developed over the years. He knows when those eyes appear, it's going to be a crazy night, and it drives his hormones crazy.
Derek slams to a stop once they get to the small house they bought together just a few months ago. He rushes around the car and grabs Stiles out of the car, carrying him to the front door. He nearly rips the front door off its hinges in an effort to open it quickly. Luckily it's a tough door and stands up to his horned up alpha strength. He carries Stiles up the flight of stairs and into their bedroom.
Stiles is tossed onto the fluffy king sized bed and he spins around to watch Derek as he starts peeling clothes away.
"Slower," Stiles says with a small pout. Derek looks into his eyes and grins, then slows down. He slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, each button revealing a small piece of his perfectly chiseled chest and abs. The shirt slips down his arms and falls to the ground. He slides his hands down his abs until they rest on his belt buckle. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. He walks over to Stiles and whips his ass with the belt. Stiles grunts as the belt comes into contact with his ass.
He reaches his hands out and grabs Derek's waist band, pulling him closer. He looks up at Derek as he unbuttons the black slacks. He slides the zipper down, his hand grazing against Derek's raging hard on. Stiles licks his lips then yanks the pants down. He rubs the large bulge in Derek's boxers which causes Derek to moan and roll his hips into Stiles' hands. Stiles slides his fingers into the waistband of the boxers and pulls them down until they drop to the floor with the slacks.
Stiles wraps his hand around Derek's cock. He licks his lips again, pulls Derek closer then wraps his lips around the head. Derek moans and thrusts his dick into Stiles' mouth. Stiles gags but keeps taking Derek deeper into his mouth. He pulls back and wraps his hand back around the shaft. He bobs up and down on Derek's hard cock, moving his hand in unison with his mouth. Derek rocks back and forth on his heels in time with Stiles' movements. Stiles shoves down hard until his nose is touching Derek's skin. Derek moans loudly and thrusts back and forth, Stiles' throat tight against his cock.
Derek pulls out of Stiles' mouth and grabs him by the shoulders. He pulls him up to his face and kisses him before shoving him onto his back on the bed. Derek grabs Stiles' shirt and rips it apart until it's in shreds. He pulls his pants off in one movement and flings them across the room. Derek leans forward and starts sucking and nibbling at Stiles' neck again. He works his way down his chest and his stomach until he reaches his cock.
Derek licks from the bottom of Stiles' hard cock to the very tip, flicks his tongue a bit and pulls away. He grabs both of Stiles' legs up so they're sticking straight up into the air.
"The lube," Derek gestures to the nightstand. Stiles reaches over, opens the drawer and hands Derek the lube from it.
Derek pops open the lid and squeezes lube onto his fingers. Stiles moans when Derek pushes his fingers against his tight hole. He slowly slides a finger inside, causing Stiles to writhe in pleasure and beg for more. He adds another finger and slides in and out of Stiles.
"Derek, more. I need more," Stiles gasps out.
Derek adds a thirds finger and Stiles gasps in pure ecstasy. Derek scissors to open Stiles up, to get him ready for his cock. He pulls his fingers out which causes Stiles to whine slightly and grabs at him. A second later, Stiles feels the pressure of Derek's cock against his hole and he sighs in immense pleasure.
Derek slides into Stiles slowly, even as he begs for it hard and fast, Derek takes his time. Once he's completely in, he begins thrusting slowly, rhythmically.
"Jesus Christ Derek, give it to me hard," Stiles yells as he looks into his mates face.
Deep red sweeps across Derek's eyes as he begins thrusting harder. Stiles' eyes roll back into his head in pleasure as Derek thrusts in and out of him, faster and harder with each thrust. Derek wraps his arms around Stiles and rolls over leaving Derek on his back and Stiles riding him.
Stiles lifts his ass and slams back down onto Derek's cock. He moans at the new found fullness and intensity. Derek slides his hands up and down Stiles' back. Stiles can feel the claws on his hands gliding across his skin like small razors. Goosebumps erupt on the area of skin Derek's claws rake over, sending a shiver down his spine.
Stiles continues bouncing up and down on Derek's cock as Derek wraps his hand around his cock. Stiles moans at the extra stimulation. Derek moves his hand up and down Stiles' hard dick slowly. Stiles moans louder as Derek brings him closer and closer to orgasm. Stiles slams down onto Derek's dick hard as the ecstasy climaxes. The world goes blurry as his eyes roll back into his head. Streams of come stream out of his cock across Derek's chest. Stiles' entire body trembles with the power of his orgasm as he screams out Derek's name.
Derek wraps his arms around him and pulls him in tight and just holds him for a minute until the trembles stop.
"Keep going," Stiles gasps out when he is coherent enough to realize Derek's stopped thrusting.
Derek starts thrusting in and out of Stiles again, slower than before.
"Harder," Stiles begs.
Derek picks Stiles up and maneuvers around until he finds himself on his hands and knees with Derek behind him. Derek shoves into him, causing his elbows to buckle. His face falls onto the bed, his arms splayed out beside him, leaving his ass high in the air. Derek thrusts in and out of him faster than Stiles has ever experienced. He feels Derek's claws dig into his back. He can feel small trickles of blood slide down his sides, which just makes him moan louder.
Derek removes his claws and licks the blood from his back. Stiles is reduced to short gasps and moans, he wants to beg for more but his entire body has turned to jelly. The only thing holding his ass up is Derek. He tries to turn his head to look at the man causing him the purest ecstasy he's ever experienced, but he's unable to do even that.
Derek's thrusts become shorter and faster and Stiles knows he's getting close. Stiles gasps and moans grow louder as he feels a swelling in his ass. He's only felt this once in all the times they've been together. The very first time they had sex. It's a unique feeling and he knows exactly what's coming.
He feels like a grapefruit is growing inside of him. An amazing full feeling sweeps across him and the high grows even stronger. Once Derek's knot is done growing, he can feel the hot come flood into him. He moans loudly as the warm liquid fills him to the brim. Derek grabs his hips and continues thrusting and grunting.
"Der- Derek," Stiles barely manages to gasp out the words, "Tha- t was-"
"Amazing," Derek finishes for him. Stiles closes his mouth and nods in agreement. Derek moves closer to Stiles, moving his chest forward until it's against Stiles' back. The movement tugs at the connection between then which makes Stiles whimper.
"I'm right here," Derek whispers into his ear as he pulls him onto his side. Stiles whimpers more as the two of them fall to their sides onto the bed, into a spooning position.
Derek slides his hand across Stiles' hips and grabs his hand. He intertwines their fingers and they lie there, locked together by his knot. He leans forward and nuzzles into Stiles' neck.
"I love you, Mr. Hale," Derek whispers into his mates ear.
"I love you too, other Mr. Hale" Stiles pants, still trying to catch his breath. They lie in that position, fingers intertwined, locked together until they fall asleep.
Stiles wakes up to a cold draft against his back the next morning. He rolls over and feels around the bed for Derek, but the bed's empty. He sits up and rubs his eyes and gasps as a sharp pain hits him. He grabs at his ass, which is aching in pain and moans, but smiles when he remembers what caused this pain. His eyes move to the doorway when Derek walks in, completely naked, with a glass of water in his hand.
"Here, I figured you'd need this," He says holding his hand out and opening it. Stiles snatches the non-aspirin from his hand then takes the water. He pops the pills in his mouth and takes a big gulp of water.
"Thanks," He says as he hands the water back to Derek. Derek puts the water on the nightstand and slides under the blanket. Stiles positions himself in Derek's arms and rests his head against his chest.
"Last night was…. Fucking incredible," Stiles says as he looks into his husband's eyes. Derek's eyes light up and a smile stretches across his face.
"Best night of my life."
A dopey grin crosses Stiles' face as his face flushes red. He giggles a little and snuggles closer into Derek's arms.
"I think we should have another baby," Derek says after a few minutes of silence.
"What?" Stiles sits up and looks at Derek, confused by the unexpected words.
"I've been thinking about it for a while, but I want to know what you think."
"Yes. I've been thinking about it too, I just wasn't sure if you even wanted another."
Derek's smile grows even bigger and he pulls Stiles back into his arms. Stiles swirls his fingers across Derek's chest, writing something invisibly on Derek's skin.
"What are you doing?" Derek asks as he looks down at his chest.
"Just doodling names," Stiles smiles and keeps doodling.
"Well, what do you have so far?"
Stiles jumps up and lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while actually, and I came up with two really great names. One for a girl and one for a boy." He says as he bounces up and down slightly on the bed.
Derek chuckles, "Well, don't keep me waiting. What are they?"
"Lydia Rose and Jackson Boyd. I figured since we named our others after pack…" He trails off when he sees Derek's expression harden a little. "Derek, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up-"
"No, it's fine. I was just thinking about the names." Derek says with a small grin.
"Oh." Stiles was so used to Derek emotionally shutting down when things that are hard to deal with are mentioned that he's still surprised when it doesn't happen. The two of them have worked together the past seven years on a lot of things. They both worked with the other to improve things they each wanted to improve about themselves. Derek shutting himself off from Stiles emotionally was one of them. Stiles still expects it to happen, but every time he's pleasantly surprised that it doesn't.
"Jackson Boyd or J.B?"
"Either, I like them both," Stiles says.
"J.B Hale. It has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Derek cocks his head to the sight in contemplation. Stiles just watches as Derek contemplates.
"A boy?" Derek looks into Stiles' eyes and waits for a reaction.
Stiles sits still for a moment staring into his husbands face before he starts bouncing up and down and clapping his hands.
"A boy!"
Notes - So, this is it. This Fic has come to an end and i hope you all loved it. I hope the ending is satisfying enough for you even with all the death and the disfigurement from the fire. I loved writing this epilogue so much, even more than all the other chapters tbh case... smut ;) I hope you enjoyed and you can look forward to a continuation fic soon XO