Isaac woke to the smell of pancakes. Stiles must have been cooking again. Derek didn't cook pancakes usually and no one else ever tried to go into the kitchen because that was strictly Stiles' domain. He tried to get up but Jackson's arms were wrapped around him in a tight grip
"Go back to sleep 'saac." Jackson muttered in his sleep. Isaac grinned down at his fiancé and pressed several kisses the other man's face
"If you don't hurry I bet Stiles will make all the pancakes chocolate chip." Isaac teased and Jackson opened one eye at him
"He wouldn't dare." He said pouting and Isaac could hardly contain his giggles.
"I don't know but you'd better let me up." Isaac said happily. Jackson pulled his arms away and sat up himself. Isaac threw the thick covers back and swung his legs off the bed. The floor was cold so he hurried over to the in-suit bathroom where the thick bath mat would protect his toes while he pissed. When he got back into the bedroom Jackson was pulling on a pair of sweatpants. There was another pair on the bed and Isaac pulled them on
"Good morning babe." Isaac said sweetly as he pressed a kiss to Jackson's jaw. Jackson rumbled deep in his chest in pleasure, pressing a kiss at Isaac's temple. When they finally made it downstairs after a long make out/groping session Erica was setting the table. She wrinkled her nose at them but didn't say anything. Jackson pulled Isaac towards the kitchen and Isaac knew he wanted to make sure that some of the pancakes would have fruit in them since he wasn't allowed to have chocolate on his strict diet. Isaac followed docility, planning on getting coffee anyways. As his lover hovered over Stiles, Isaac poured himself a cup of coffee into his favorite mug. It was one that they had gotten when they had gone to Disney Land and had a mouse tail for a handle. Cora liked to tease him about it but Isaac guarded the mug like it was actually worth something. Derek let him, making sure the pack left the mug alone.
"Is Papa going to be home soon?" Isaac asked and Stiles nodded
"He's running a little late. Something about paperwork. You know how much of that he has to do with being the sheriff and all." Stiles said and Isaac nodded. Derek had been sheriff for close to three years now. He worked a lot but that was okay. Stiles kept the pack together for the most part. Even though he was human, Stiles made a wonderful Pack Mother and Isaac briefly wondered if he and Derek would ever adopt. The pack acted enough like children that they would have plenty of practice before they actually had children. The front door opened and Isaac heard Scott and Allison enter. Allison's footsteps were heavy, probably because she was heavily pregnant with twins.
"Did we miss breakfast?" Scott called from the front foyer and Isaac rolled his eyes
"No, I'm just finishing up the pancakes!" Stiles called back and Isaac heard Scott mutter a 'thank god'. Isaac rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coffee. It was nice to have a home as good as this one. When his father had been killed Isaac had thought he would go to social services but Derek had claimed him as his own and had always taken good care of Isaac.
"Come on pups, let's get the food to the table." Stiles said and Isaac and Jackson both helped him carry the pancakes, bacon, hash browns, and eggs to the large dining room table. Derek walked in as they were sitting down and pressed a kiss to Stiles lips
"Don't start without me. I'll be right back." Derek said to his pack before going to put his gun in the safe. When he returned Stiles had already dished him out food and he sunk into his chair gratefully.
"I'm going to miss this." Isaac said with a sigh. It earned him a few confused looks and Stiles took his hand
"Are you going somewhere Isaac?" He asked sounding worried. Isaac frowned. He wasn't sure why he had said that. He had no plans on ever leaving, this was his home and these people were his family.
"I don't think so." Isaac said slowly and Stiles gave him a reassuring smile
"Just know that we love you. We don't want you to leave." Stiles said and Isaac returned it. Allison took the chance to chime in
"Yeah, if you leave who would be the twin's godfather?" She said and Isaac blushed.
"I don't know why I said that. Just forget it, okay?" He said and it seemed like the matter was dropped. The pack ate with gusto and helped clean up like they always did. Cora and Boyd did the dishes while Stiles disappeared upstairs with Derek. Everyone knew that they were going to have sex so as soon as breakfast was cleaned up they left to hang out at the preserve. There was a small lake deep within the woods and they often hung out here on the weekends, going swimming in the summer and hanging out on the small sandy beach in the winter. It was getting too cold to swim but Jackson and Boyd were having a competitions to see who could make a stone skip more. Isaac would hate to tell Jackson but Boyd was winning. Erica and Lydia were talking about the latest fashions that they had seen at the mall and were trying to find a way to replace Stiles' plaid with something that they deemed more fashionable. Malia and Cora were sitting not far off sharpening sticks with their claws and talking about different traps for the preserve that they could use in case of anyone wanting to cause trouble. Not that Beacon Hills had had much trouble but it was always good to be ready. Allison and Scott were sitting further back on the beach, Allison in Scott's lap with his hands on her swollen belly and his nose pressed into her neck. Isaac laid back and watched the clouds. It was always going to be peaceful here. After all, it was just a dream.
The thought made him sit up and scan his surroundings. Was this just a dream? Something didn't feel quite right about it. Too perfect. And Stiles didn't look right, Isaac kept expecting him to have different eyes. And not be human. Isaac glanced around at the pack. No one seemed to have noticed his panic. He told himself that he was just imagining these things, he told himself that this was real. That this couldn't be a dream.
He knew he was lying though.
Werewolves could hear lies, even one they tell themselves.
