They hadn't thought about the timing. The wedding was approaching fast and even if they didn't plan on going all out with the ceremony, there was still a lot to do.

Then there was Derek's studio which was set on the studio part but was lacking an actual office and the darkroom. Derek would have liked to leave that for after the wedding but they wanted to have the party there so the studio had to be at least somewhat finished. He would just stuff all his equipment in the darkroom and lock the door but they needed at least a table in the office. They would need every space they could get for the party.

And then there was the new apartment. They had agreed to move in after the wedding but they had to take care of the leases of their old places and it wouldn't hurt to take care of things like power and internet in advance so that they wouldn't have to wait weeks for their provider to hook them up.

On top of that, they both had to work. Derek had finished the photos for the adult store, he had to admit that he was a little proud of how they had turned out, but there were still photos to finish up and new clients he had to schedule things with.

"You think this was a good idea?" Derek asked when they had just gotten home one evening. Lydia had dragged them from one store to the other all afternoon but at least they now had their suits for the wedding. One thing to cross off their endless list.

"The shopping or the wedding in general?" Stiles asked. He transferred over to the couch to sit next to Derek but his movement was far from smooth. With their luck, they were looking at another bad day. With a sigh Derek stretched out his aching legs, it felt like he'd been running for days now which came close to the truth.

"Both." Derek rolled his head until his neck popped. "Not sure if it's worth the hassle. Don't get me wrong, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but where is the point of a wedding?"

Stiles opened his mouth to give him an in-depth lecture about the significance of a wedding but then he just huffed out a breath and closed his mouth. It was saying something if Stiles didn't feel up for a lecture.

"I get what you mean." Stiles let himself sag sideways until he was leaning into Derek. "But in just over a week it's over and we can go back to a normal life. In our very own apartment."

"Which we still have to move into," Derek reminded him. But he got what Stiles meant. There was a set date for the wedding and moving in wouldn't take forever either, there was an end to this mess.

"At least we don't have to pick up Haley any longer." Stiles changed the topic. Since things had come out about Karen's key, Abby hadn't been back to work. She'd even handed in her two weeks' notice but according to her, they would have fired her anyway. Derek wasn't so sure about that but he and everybody else agreed that it was better for Abby to not go back there. She'd given herself a few days to rest up and recover but she was already looking into getting her own business started.

"At least that," Derek agreed. He loved Haley but arranging their schedules to pick her up from school, or keeping Abbey company at work, had been difficult and would have been next to impossible with what they had on their plate at the moment.

"Heard anything from your mom?" Stiles asked. It was a topic Derek didn't want to talk about and Stiles got that but they couldn't avoid that topic forever.

"Laura says that she wants to come." Derek had spoken to his sister in the morning. At some point, Lucy had taken over the phone. She was super excited, her words, to see Stiles again. And if one of them was going to wear white?

Derek had said that they hadn't bought suits yet, it had been before Lydia had dragged them on their marathon shopping trip, but even then he'd doubted that there would be a white suit.

Now it was official, there would not be a white suit. Stiles would wear red. It was his favorite color and it did suit him and if Derek was honest, he'd gotten a bit hard when he'd seen Stiles in that red three-piece.

Derek himself would go in black with highlights in dark green. The green only came out in the right light, sometimes the suit looked completely black and he liked that. Judging by the expression on Stiles' face when he'd tried it on, he liked it as well. Back in the store, Derek had thought that this might lead to something more once they got home because damn, that image of Stiles in his red suit did fuel some fantasies but now Derek just wanted to sit here with his legs stretched out and never move ever again.

Derek felt Stiles' head heavy on his shoulder, didn't look like Stiles wanted to move any time soon either.

"As long as she behaves," Stiles said to the Talia topic but there was no heat behind his words, he just sounded exhausted.

"I told her that she has to leave if not." Derek hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Peter had told him that Talia had been fuming after their call but that there was no way that she would miss out on this.

What would people think? Derek had Peter's voice still clear in his ear.

However, there was nothing he could do about his mom right now. And who knew, she might come around and would not disrupt the party. Yeah, right.

"Anyway, how about a hot bath and then a massage?" Derek offered. He wouldn't mind one himself, he felt stiff and sore all over and not in a good way but for Stiles, it was about more than just a bit of soreness. If they didn't do something about this now, they were looking at a very uncomfortable and in Stiles' case very painful night.

"Only if you carry me, I'm not going to move."

Derek knew that feeling, he was having it right now, but after a long second he got to his feet and carried Stiles over to the bedroom. While Stiles undressed there, Derek got the bath running. When he came back to Stiles he found him already down to his diaper sitting on the edge of the bed. He was leaning to the side and his legs were sticking out more than usual but he had managed to get out of his clothes on his own and without slipping off the bed so Derek called it a win. They might be even early enough to prevent a bad day entirely.

"C'mon, your bath is ready." Derek scooped him up and carried him over to the steaming tub. Stiles let out a hiss when Derek lowered him into the hot water but then his body started to relax in the heat.

"The tub is big enough, wanna join me?" Stiles cracked open an eye but otherwise, he just waited for his body to succumb to the water.

"You sure?" Derek asked but his fingers were already playing with the hem of his shirt. A hot bath was tempting.

"You make a good pillow."

Derek didn't have to be told twice. He stripped and then he slipped into the tub behind Stiles. They had to arrange their legs, Stiles' were only slowing starting to float, but then Derek leaned back with a content sigh. Stiles was leaning against his chest, his head lolling in the hollow of Derek's neck and it didn't look as if he intended to move any time soon.

"This is good." Derek dared to relax some more.

They had to get out of the tub eventually but by then they both felt comfortably relaxed. Derek doubted that Stiles actually needed the massage but he'd promised and better safe than sorry, right? Stiles was asleep before Derek even got to the happy ending part but that was more than okay with him. He just stretched out next to Stiles and drew the covers over both of them.

The next days went by in a blur and then it was only a few more days until their wedding.

Stiles' family was first to arrive. Just like last time, his parents would stay at his place while Scott and Isaac would stay at a hotel. In one room. With a double bed.

Derek had witnessed when a sheepish Scott had admitted in a Skype session that the invitation card had done the trick. At first, they both had been stunned, then there had been glances and now Scott and Isaac were officially together. Stiles' squeal must have been audible in the next state.

Lydia and Abby were now dating as well and Derek was kind of glad that they had worked that out before the wedding. He knew it was selfish but he had feared that his mom would still try to set him up with any single woman available even at his own wedding. If he was honest, he wouldn't put it past her to try to set him up with somebody in a relationship as long as said somebody was female. He might be a bit too harsh with that thought but by now Derek was expecting everything from Talia. He knew that the scenarios he was creating in his head were way worse than anything that would ever happen in real life but he couldn't help it.

However, before they got to that, they had some time with Stiles' family. Derek took Stiles' car to pick them up from the airport, without the wheelchair it was big enough for five people and their luggage but it was a tight fit. Not that Scott and Isaac seemed to mind that they were basically sitting on top of each other.

"If I had known that it would only take one little doodle to get them together …" Melissa shook her head with a look in the rearview mirror to where her son and not formally adopted son were happily sharing the same space. John right next to them didn't look that happy but Derek figured that was more due to the squished together in a car part than to the fact that Scott and Isaac were finally together.

"Don't let Stiles hear that you're calling it a doodle," Derek warned her. "He had a dozen sketches for each invitation before he was satisfied. And don't get me started on the table cards." He let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Can't wait to see those. Stiles said that we're going to celebrate in your studio?" Melissa asked.

"Yes, we wanted something personal." Not that it felt that personal yet. So far he'd used his studio twice, once for his photo shooting with Stiles which didn't really count in a professional way, and once with a client. And now they had packed up everything and had stored it in the darkroom to make room for the tables.

"Boyd and Erica should be bringing in the tables as we speak and we hung up the pictures yesterday."

Lydia had taken care of the catering and Abby had offered to pick up the flowers. Josh knew somebody who would be the DJ so they had the music covered as well. Lydia had wrinkled her nose over the idea of a college student being the DJ but Josh had shown her his homepage and twitter account and in the end, she had given her okay.

The only thing they had kind of fought over was who would be the photographer. Everybody, except for Derek, had agreed that Derek couldn't photograph his own wedding but nobody knew a photographer both Lydia and Derek found acceptable. In the end, they had agreed to hand out disposable cameras to their guests.

"I'm glad that Stiles has found so many friends here," John spoke up from the back seat. Through the mirror Derek caught him glancing at Scott and Isaac, Stiles' only friends in Beacon Hills. In New York, it had only been Lydia. At least until Derek had come into Stiles' life and with him Boyd and Erica. Which had come as a surprise for him as well, Derek hadn't even realized that they had been friends.

And then Jack had dragged in Haley and with her Abby.

"We found them together," Derek said and only felt a little bit sappy. It was his wedding in a few days, he was allowed to feel sappy.