Luca and Arian had finally fallen asleep. They only had one crib, so they had to put the both of them in it. Stiles' nipples were extremely sore from all of the breast feeding. He had read somewhere that it was healthier for you and the baby if they were breastfed until they were 2-3 years old, but man if they only told him it would hurt.
Stiles refused to let down his little warrior, and Derek growled at anyone who went near him while he was carrying Luca, but Cas and Sam had managed to calm them down enough to put the babies in the crib. Stiles refused to leave the room, still sore and tired from giving birth. His angel mojo, and Derek's healing made him feel a hundred times better, but he still felt like he needed to take a nap.
"Der...m'shleepe." Stiles mumbled into Derek's arm. After they had put their son's to sleep, they had gotten back in the bed, Derek's arms gripping Stiles firmly, in a protective stance while Stiles wrapped his wings around the both of them.
Derek's grip tightened on his mate.
"You're not going to lose me, Der...I'm right here...I'm fine." Stiles whispered, stroking Derek's face softly. Derek reached up and grabbed him by the wrist, kissing his palm, and each of his fingers gently before speaking.
"I know...I was so scared...you were gone Stiles." Derek whispered, a tear escaping his eyes as he cupped Stiles' cheek.
"Well...right now, I'm just going to sleep...I'm exhausted. You can sta' up, and lis'n to m' hear'beat if you w'nt...but I'm...gonma..." Stiles murmured, the continuous rumbling that Derek had been making ever since Luca and Ari were born, lulling him to sleep. Derek panicked for a split second, before regaining his senses, listening to the strong drums of Stiles' heart.
He stayed like that for three hours, watching the rise and fall of Stiles' chest.
The door creaked open, making Stiles' wings twitch. Isaac had opened the door, coming up to check on the couple. Derek smiled, motioning Isaac closer with his hand.
"What is it?" Derek whispered, trying not to jostle Stiles too much.
"Poppa said Gabe is on his way...God has released him of his heavenly duties." Isaac said, gently lowering himself into the edge if the bed. He looked at Stiles and whimpered slightly. He could feel the slight pain radiating off of his alphas mate, and it wasn't pleasant, but it was slowly fading.
"The Titans?" Derek asked, worried about the archangel.
"Some are still loose, but they're weaker now. The other archangels don't need Gabe's help anymore." Isaac said, smiling. He was glad that the trickster was coming back, he was a part of the pack, and they had been separated for a day too long.
"He's been gone a day." Derek said plainly, giving Isaac the 'are you serious' look.
"A day is a lot shorter in heaven, Derek. It's probably been weeks already, or months for him." Isaac said, making himself worry even more.
"...I don't want to wake Stiles up...he just fell asleep..." Derek sai finally. He wanted to greet home the archangel, but his mate was sleeping deeply in his arms. Isaac shook his head at the alpha.
"You should get some rest too, Derek. You look terrible." He said jokingly. Derek whimpered, tightening his grip on Stiles once more.
"I don't want him to leave me again..." Derek said softly, Isaac barely heard it, even with his advanced hearing.
"You're not the only wolf here. We can look out for the both of you." Isaac said, getting up to check the twins. Derek growled when he got too close.
"I think...thanks." He said finally, grabbing Stiles firmy, moving his head so their foreheads were touching.
"What do we do if Luca or Arian wakes up-" Isaac started to say, but a warning growl cut him off. He backed up, and left the room muttering, "Okay, okay."
Stiles shifted slightly in Derek's arms, startling him. He ran the feathers on the tip of his wings down Derek's arms, soothing him.
"You didn't have to be so mean..." Stiles said with a yawn, stretching and turning so he practically laying on Derek, his wings covering them both, completely.
"I don't mean to...it's just...my wolf is very protective. I want to show everyone my babies, for them to see how proud I am, but my wolf wants to sheild them away, and protect them from potential threats." Derek murmured, kissing Stiles' temple.
"I know how you feel...I'm the same...way?" Stiles ended, questioning why he heard a small flutter of wings. He sat up, going to check on his babies, and saw Arian's wings flapping.
Stiles picked him up, holding him close to his chest, right before he started crying. Stiles started to 'shh' softly, bouncing him up and down and patting his back. Luca started to cry, suddenly, little tiny claws coming out of his tiny fingers. The claws were still flimsy and soft, but they could still scratch you, very lightly.
Derek got up, picking up Luca and started to rumble, low in his chest, to calm him down.
"We should go downstairs." Stiles murmured, still rocking Arian. Derek nodded and grabbed the baby bag, putting down Luca so he could put the bag on his shoulder, then picked him back up.
"You won't get all growly, Sourwolf?" Stiles joked, bumping shoulders with Derek.
"I'll try not to." Derek murmured, grabbing Arian from Stiles so he could grab the railing on the stairs. Stiles was wincing slightly with every step.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled from the bottom of the stairs. He ran up, grabbing Stiles' arm and helping him down the stairs. Stiles looked over at the living room from where he was on the stairs, and noticed that the whole pack, plus two, were there, but Gabriel had yet to come. They must have came when he was asleep.
"Hey, guys." Stiles said with a wince, lowering himself from the last step. "Parrish, Danny, what are you guys doing here?" he asked, looking at them from where they were sitting on one of the couches.
"Derek called the station when you were in labor because the Sherriff wasn't answering his cell." Parrish said, in which Dean answered with a dignified grunt.
"Jackson called because he was freaking out." Danny said, smiling at Stiles and cooing at Luca and Ari.
"Soooo...are you both...you know." Stiles asked, sitting in his favorite armchair, Derek sinking in next to him. It was a special made two seater, just for Stiles and Derek.
"Yeah." They both said simultaneously.
"What are you?" Stiles asked, pointing at Parrish before taking Luca from Derek's arms.
"A leshy." He said simply, smiling softly at the couple. You could feel the happiness radiating off of them.
"What about you?" Stiles asked, nodding at Danny. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Dean, Cas and Sam before his eyes landed back in Stiles.
"I'm...actually uh...half demon...half witch..." Danny mumbled. Dean raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"You don't look...evil." Dean said, waving his hand in Danny's direction.
"That's because my mom was a white witch." Danny said, a little pride and sadness seeping through.
"Was?" Isaac asked, leaning forward to look at Danny batter. Everyone was sitting, either on the floor or on a couch.
"Yeah...she was...kinda...burned at the steak during the Salem Witch Trials..." He said, suddenly uncomfortable again.
"What?! How old are you?" Jackson shrieked at his bestfriend. He had known about his parents, and that him mom was dead, but Danny had never told him how she died.
"Okay, shut up. My ass burns, my baby is crying, my back is killing me, I have a headache and I'm starving." Stiles said, glaring at Jackson for yelling. Luca shifted in his arms, wiggling for a little bit before getting comfortable on Stiles chest. Stiles didn't even have to hold Luca because he was leaning back so much and Luca had his little claws in Stiles' shirt.
"What do you want? I'll go get it for you." Lydia said, getting up. She already knew about Leshy's, and Jackson had told her about Danny. Technically she didn't need to be there.
"Can you go get me some curly fries...I haven't got to enjoy them since I got pregnant." Stiles said, patting his flat stomach, but smiling at the sleeping baby on his shirt.
"Yeah. Sure thing." She said, stepping over everyone and leaning down to kiss Stiles on the cheek before she left the house.
"So. Explain, now. Parrish, you start first." Stiles said, looking at the deputy.
"I'm a Leshy, but we're commonly mistaken for forest nymphs. My mother was a nymph, but my father was a Leshy. This is my natural form. Every Leshy you meet will be pale and have bright green eyes.
"As a Leshy, I'm able to change my form into a blade of grass, all the way up to the largest tree. We can control, and grow any plant on this earth wherever and whenever we want.
"I am the protector of this forest. My father passed it on to me once I turned 15. I protect any animal, plant, bug, or bird that lives in it, and tell them when to migrate, or when to hibernate.
"I have a strong bond with animals, I know what they say and who they're saying it to, but the strongest bond, if they will accept it, is one of a Leshy and a wolf.
"We are mischievous creatures, commonly known for misleading wandering people in the forest and tickling them to death. We're not harmful, or evil, but if you hurt the forest that we protect or anything in it, we are terrible, terrible beings." Parrish finished, giving the pack a breif history on his kind. Stiles nodded thoughtfully. Parrish was the protector of the forest surrounding beacon hills. He was awesome, but he seemed lonely.
"You don't have a pack, do you?" Stiles asked softly, watching sadly as Parrish shook his head.
"My father used to be a part of the Hale pack...before...he got killed in the..." Parrish said dismissively, not comfortable talking about that night. His father had died with the Hale's, unable to do anything to rid of the flames. He had managed to get Laura and Peter out that night, but he had died in the process.
"That's why it was passed on to you? Because of the fire?" Derek whispered, eyes wide and sad. Parrish nodded, tearing up a little.
"He was the one who got Laura and Peter out." Parrish said, wiping away the single tear that escaped.
"I remember him...he was my best friend. The sacrifice he made...was not in vain. He was a brave man." Peter said, reaching over and putting a comforting hand on Parrish's shoulder.
"What about you?" Stiles asked after a minute of silence, everyone glad for the change in subject.
"Well...my mom, as you know, was a witch, burned to death during the Salem Witch Trials. She came from a wealthy family, and a long line I witches. She never did anything bad, she was more of a shaman than anything else.
"I was four when the townspeople invaded our house. My mom was cleaning, putting our clothes out to dry when she was dragged out of our home. I didn't know what was happening. My father wasn't there, still out working on the fields.
"I screamed for him, and he came, just in time to see my mother get stabbed in the stomach.
"They tied her up, outside of our house and burned her. We didn't know what she did for us before she died until it was too late to save her, or stop the spell.
"My dad had grabbed me, running into the house and slamming the door, but when he turned around to get our things from the attic, we were here, in the 21st century. A year later, we moved here, and I started going to school here.
"My dad...back then, demons weren't as bad as they are now, but he...he's a good man." Danny finished, looking down at his feet.
"If you guys ever need a family...or a home, you're welcome to stay here. There are about six extra rooms, not including Luca's and Arian's." Derek said softly, looking at the both of them. Parrish laughed, a small sob escaping.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer." Parrish said. Derek nodded, smiling at him. He would have to show him around later.
"I don't know..." Danny said, unsure. "I would have to talk to my dad." he finished, looking at Stiles and Derek.
"It's fine. You're basically pack, anyways, so if you decide you do want to stay here...the door's open." Stiles said, bouncing Luca in his arms.
There was a frantic flutter of wings coming from the kitchen.
"What the..." they heard Gabe mumble, then a frantic "STILES!"
Gabe burst through the kitchen, running towards the stairs. His clothes were torn, pieces flying off with every step. He stopped once he noticed that everyone was in the living room, staring at him.
"Stiles! Oh father, I thought we lost you...I didn't know if the prayer of the archangels would work or not..." Gabe said, looking at Stiles' face from where he was by the stairs. Gabe didn't know that he had missed, not only Stiles going into labor, but the entire birthing process as well.
He ran to the other side of the room, stopping in his tracks when he saw that Stiles and Derek had two babies.
"Oh my gosh...two?" Gabe whispered. He kneeled in front of Stiles, hesitantly reaching a hand out. He paused, looking at Derek for confirmation, then reached out once he saw the young alpha smile and nod.
He felt no grace in the one that Stiles had in his arms, but he did see little claws peeking out from his nails. Stiles handed Luca to him, and watched happily as Gabe smiled.
"Werewolf?" Gabe asked Stiles, smiling down at the baby in his arms. Stiles nodded, laughing when Luca clutched onto Gabe's shirt with his claws.
"It's a boy." Stiles said, watching how Gabe practically melted at the look that Luca was giving him.
"What's his name? Gabe asked softly, tracing his face gently with his finger.
"Luca...after Derek's dad." Stiles said, smiling as he took Luca back. Derek hesitated for a moment, but handed Ari to Gabe.
"Awww...look at his wings...and his eyes..." Gabe cooed, staring at the little nephilim.
"That one's a boy too." Stiles said after a little while.
"His name?" Gabe asked distractedly.
"Arian." Derek said firmly, smiling.
The door opened and Lydia walked back in, a small bag of curly fries in he hands. She tossed Jackson's keys back to him, kissing Stiles on the cheek and placing the bag in his lap.
"You're a saint, Lyds!" Stiles exclaimed beaming up at the strawberry blonde. Derek grabbed Luca from his mates arms so he could eat his curly fries.
"It's in the job description." she said, winking at Stiles. He waved her off, inhaling the fries on his lap.
"Can I hold him?" Scott asked, looking at Gabe.
"I want the other one!" Erica cooed, looking at the little werewolf.
Gabe turned to Stiles and Derek, watching as they both nodded, smiles on their faces.
