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Chapter 36

Monday, June 20th 2016 – Stiles' POV

Monday, June 20th 2016.

Who would have thought it, huh?

Derek and I, right from the get go, decided that we should set the date of the wedding as the same date as the day we watched the videos with the Pack, back in 2012. The videos that actually made us remember each other properly.

As another kind of 'us-thing' that we added was we decided to actually have the wedding at the house. It was the first place we met. It was the place we had the majority of our good and first memories of each other... It played as much a part in our lives as anything else.

Sighing a little, I kept redoing my tie, over and over again. It was red – of course. But people thought it was my little joke of being 'Little Red' with 'the Big Bad Wolf'. Now, while it was a little bit because of that, it was also because, well, Derek being the Alpha. I didn't actually tell anyone about it, but I knew Derek would understand. I mean, he was always telling me that he still couldn't accept the fact that he was the Alpha, always wondering how I could when I used to know him as a Beta. The tie was my way of showing him that I accepted it.

Sounds stupid, huh?

"Stiles, stop fussing with that damn tie!" dad sighed as he walked into the spare room I was using – Derek had our room. "It looks fine,son."

"Hey, I'm nervous alright." I replied. "I just wanna get this started, I don't like waiting."

"Tough titties."Gabriel – my uncle from my mom's side – said plainly as he walked in with his brother Leo.

Turning around to look at them, I couldn't help but grin.

"Don't you mean 'tough dickies'." I laughed.

"So you're nervous, but you can still make jokes?" Leo moaned. "We are doomed."

I just laughed, some of my nerves disappearing.

Derek

I hadn't meant to do it.

It wasn't on purpose.

Scott, Jackson, Isaac and Boyd all but forced me to sit down, while Melissa and Deaton were trying all sorts of things to get me to calm down.

Honestly? I couldn't hear a word they were saying over my own heartbeat.

And then I was slapped in the face.

Everyone went silent.

Everything went still.

Everyone turned to Allison.

"Derek, pull yourself together! You're an Alpha, not a mouse. How do you think Stiles is feeling at the moment?" Allison glared, arms folded. "He's probably ten times as nervous as you, but he's not ripping things to shreds. NO! He's trying to stay calm and not fly off to the other side of the world! Now, calm down, before I get John in here to knock some sense into you."

Taking in a deep breath, I sat up straighter and nodded.

She was right.

I was the mother fucking Alpha, not a mouse.

But, for some reason, my nerves just wouldn't die down.

I didn't know what was wrong with me...

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?" Chris – who had just entered the room – asked.

I only growled at him.

Why would I be getting 'cold feet'? I was surer about this than I was about anything in my life.

The hunter – more like ex-hunter in his old age – held his hands up in surrender, smiling ever so slightly... I didn't think I would ever get used to this...friendly side of Christ Argent.

"Are you done shredding your tie now?" Lydia sighed. "Damn, it was a good thing Stiles told us to get more than the one for you."

Stiles... Know there's something that makes me calm...

Stiles

Looking at everything...I couldn't help but be amazed.

I mean, sure, I knew what it was going to look like, but...wow!

Allison, Erica and Lydia – self appointed bridesmaids, who refused to be called anything else – stood on, what I would call, 'my side' in knee length, lavender – not purple, Lydia was very clear on that – strapless dresses with dark purple sashes around their waists. I had let the girls decide on everything else they did to themselves, thinking it better to do it that way than feel the wrath of the three ladies.

The guys – Scott and Isaac on 'my side', the other three and one of Derek's mates (Elijah) from college who was also in the New York Pack he and Laura stayed with on Derek's – wore normal suits, with a powder blue waistcoats and dark blue ties.

Sure, the purple and blue had nothing to do with the 'colour scheme' that Lydia all but forced Derek and I to decide on – of course, I've been thinking about these kinds of things for a while now...and, apparently, I used to tell Derek as well as my mom about my ideas, so Derek just went with everything I had told him.

That was why the 'colour scheme' was white and red.

The whole thing was going on right outside of the house – like I said: It was the first place we met, it was the place we had the majority of our good and first memories of each other, it played as much a part in our lives as anything else.

The trees that Derek had destroyed the day before came to good use, the trunks easily being turned into seating for those that we had invited – my idea obviously and my power used.

The three girls had decorated the outside of the house – trees and cars included – after getting mine and Derek's decisions on everything that was going to be used. A mix of white and red bench ribbons and a red carpet with white rose petals,white and red ceiling ribbons hanging from the trees. Plus, the girls added a few ideas of their own, like fairy lights – among other things.

Smiling, I looked back at Derek.

I never knew what colour tie he had, but I had to admit that green worked really well for him.

I should have guessed, honestly. I mean, it's not like I kept the fact I liked seeing Derek in green a secret. Or red. Or black. Or white. Or, most colours, actually. Preferably nothing, but that was meant for my eyes only.

But, hey, he looked good in a suit.

Pictures were taken outside of the house as well as in our field, where the rest of the day was being spent.

The field was decorated similarly to the outside of the house, thanks to the girls and their awesomeness.

From the moment everyone was in the field, mingling and dancing, so many people came up to hug or congratulate us. I'm pretty sure some of them came back more than once, just for the hell of it!

Uncle Gabriel was one of those people – loveable bastard that he was.

But it was more funny than it was annoying... For now, anyway.

"If he's not careful, Gabe's going to get a face full of my fist." Derek muttered, dragging me closer to him.

"He's an Angel, idiot. A full blown Angel. It'll hurt you more than him." I chuckled. "Just ignore him, Der."

"For you, I will."

"Love you too, Sourwolf."

It wasn't long after that that Lydia forced us onto the designated 'dance floor', saying that we can't leave the first dance forever.

Our first dance was to I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz. It was just the two of us on the dance floor, arms around each other, heads on each other's shoulders. Funnily enough, the song that we danced to at the restraint on Valentines Day back in 2014 had been this song... After that, it had become our song...

"I love you, Der." I whispered in my husband's ear.

"I love you too, Gen." Derek whispered back.

Later that night – and I mean way later – Derek and I stood in our bedroom, suitcases gripped in one hand, the other holding each others.

We thought it would be better if we went by Angel – or in this case, Nephilim – Airline to our Honeymoon destination. I mean, it saved a few hundred dollars!

I guess it was just as well that we decided to plan this part together and not let only one of us choose. I mean, if it was only me, we would have been fine – but if Derek wanted it to be a surprise, well that plan would have been screwed.

Paphos, Cyprus was our destination choice which was, funnily enough, the place where both our parents went on their Honeymoons'.

Of course, neither of us knew that until after we booked the hotel and my dad told us.

But, in a way, I guess that a good thing.

In an instant, we were standing outside of the hotel at, around, eight in the morning in Paphos – since it was nine hours later than California.

The Louis Ledra Beach Hotel – where we were staying – was a large, white building. The lights outside was just enough for me to see the building and the blue letters on top of it, signalling which hotel it was. The name was engraved on this little porch type thing that covered the stairs and ramp up to the doors of the hotel, almost gold/silver. It looked rather nice.

But the inside was better.

When you walked through the doors there was a bar to your left, reception to the right, seating areas spread out, a stair case and outside seating area on the other side, a small shop near the reception desk and an elevator. There were different mosaics on the walls, and it was all lit up by a soft light.

Since it was so early, no one was really around – most being out or still asleep –, and drinks and food had been laid out for those of us arriving now.

While I stood there and looked around, Derek went over to the front desk, checking us in. I left my suitcase where it was by Derek, walking to the outside seating area. In the early morning sun, I could see the two outside swimming pools – one for eighteen's and over, one's for under – that was surrounded by a decking and sun loungers, and the beach not too far away. The air was warm, but it wasn't horrible. The heat was bearable and felt nice as I stood out there. As I stood there, I wondered what mom thought of this place. If she looked out on the same view as I was right now. If she liked it just as much as I was starting to right now. I closed my eyes as I leant against the railing, letting the small breeze just drift on past, making a small smile pull at the corners of my mouth. I was content to just stand there.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice called.

I must have been standing outside for longer than I thought, since Derek was standing behind me with our: suitcases, wrist bands and door key – which also worked the lights.

I smiled at the man in front of me, casting one more look at the view we'd be seeing for the next few weeks, before walking over to him and hooking my arms around his neck.

This was going to be a lot of fun.

Derek and I did nothing by sleep until the next day – 7am on the 22nd June in Cyprus, 10pm on the 21st back in California.

As soon as 7 am hit, I sat up slowly, my eyes still heavy with sleep.

I stretched my locked muscles right before yawning, and resting my back against the pillows. I curled both of my hands into fists, rubbing at my eyes with the sides of my index fingers, and then rubbing my palms over my face too.

After a few minutes I let my arms drop, laying my hands on my stomach, linking my fingers together. I heard a faint click of the bathroom door unlocking. I opened my eyes, only to have them shut as I yawned again.

"I forgot you did that." Derek chuckled, walking over to stand in front of my.

"Did what?" I asked, my voice hoarse from sleep, chucking the thin 'duvet back and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

"Yawned like a puppy."

"I do what?!"

Never, in my whole life, had anyone told me that.

Why was this the first I was hearing about it?!

"You've always done it, Gen." Derek grinned. "More when you were a kid, though."

Derek cupped my cheek and started to lean down.

A plan formed very quickly in my head since my brain was amazing and smart and stuff. He didn't realise I had moved away until he face planted the bed, and looked up to see me laughing, smirking as I closed the bathroom door.

I liked today already.

Downstairs was the restaurant. It was on the lowest level of the hotel, and was also the way to get to the indoor pool, outdoor pool and beach.

The restaurant was a load of tables with drink machines in a few places and food placed in these metal tray things to the far left. There was a lot of choice, which was nice, not many places gave you so much choice.

Plus, there was no limit on how much you could eat, thankfully, so Derek got stuck in.

My mind drifted to the room we had as we sat there, after filling our plates. One massive double bed, bathroom... It was nice, not too small, just big enough to keep all our stuff in and to, you know, sleep in. That was all we needed it for. Balconies were attached to the rooms too, allowing us to look over at the beach and the hotels next to the one we were in. It was a nice view, especially at night.

One of the best things about the hotel, though, was the wrist bands. The gold bands were for those eighteen and older, which meant the bar in the hotel could serve you alcohol. So, technically, it wasn't illegal for me to order a few at night.

I could definitely see holidays to Cyprus in our future.

"I concur." Derek grinned.

"I didn't say anything." I said, frowning yet smiling a little as I looked up.

"You didn't have to."

Derek reached across the small table with his left hand, placing over my left too. Our wedding bands were a simple gold but, in the right light, you could see the hint of black, red, blue and green that was infused within it.

Thankfully, the light in the restaurant was hitting the bands in the right way, the different colours able to be seen.

I still couldn't help but grin at seeing them. The colours were my favourite part.

Derek, however, would argue the fact that the 'best part' was the fact that I was able to place a tiny bit of my Grace in both bands, just so we were connected just that little bit further.

"Love you, Gen." Derek whispered.

"Love you too, Der." I whispered back.

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