Ah here's the next chapter! Slightly longer than the others so I hope its okay! Still un-beta'd and I still don't make money from it! Read and review! It'll make the next chapter come faster!

Stiles groaned as he slowly sat up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes and cracking his neck he reached over to his night table for his phone. Plopping back on his pillow he unlocked his screen. Thirteen messages and two missed calls, most from Derek. He sighed and lowered his phone to his chest not reading the messages yet. He knew what they would say. And he didn't want to hear it. He needed time to think and he couldn't do that squished against Derek. His dad was the most important thing in his life. His only blood family left. Sure he had the pack, and he loved all of them, even Jackson. But this was his dad and it didn't feel right lying to him. It wasn't right lying to him. And he wasn't going to anymore. He wasn't going to lie to his father anymore, even if it meant losing his surrogate family and his mate.

Sighing, he unlocked his phone again, eleven texts from Derek, one from Scott and one from Jackson. He had expected the ones from Derek, and guessed there had been one from Scott, but the text from Jackson he hadn't been expecting. Tapping on Derek's name there were the typical 'where are you?' 'Why are you not answering?' 'Pick up your phone Stiles' 'Don't make me come over there Stiles.' The scrolled down to the last message sent at 11:59, a little while after the boys had left him to his own thoughts.

From Derek:

We can talk about it. I miss you. Just come home Stiles. I'll be waiting when you're ready.

I love you

Stiles promptly dropped his phone on his face after reading it. So excited he didn't even notice the dull ache his nose was feeling from his brick of a phone as he looked at the alarm on his stand, it read 7:12. He should be able to get over to the Hale house and whip up a quick breakfast before the house awakened. Swinging his legs over the side he shimmied into some jeans and threw a sweatshirt over his t-shirt still rumpled from sleep. Skipping down the stairs he stopped in the kitchen for his Adderall where his eyes skimmed over a note from his dad.

Stiles,

I'm sorry; I know you're just trying to keep me safe. And I appreciate it. I'll work harder to eat right alright? I'm so lucky to have you Stiles; you're the best son anyone could wish for. Are you staying at Scotts tonight? Let me know. I'll probably be home late. Love you son.

A small smile formed on Stiles' face. He had felt bad about blowing up at his dad but if that's what he had to do to keep him healthy, well then so be it. He just wanted his dad around for a long time. Popping in a few pills and chasing them down with juice from the carton he grabbed his keys and jogged out his door to his car.

Stiles drove as quietly as he could up the road to the house. He didn't want any of the pack awake before he could start breakfast. His day was already perfect, the last thing he wanted was to listen to the pups bitch and moan about how hungry they are or listen to their tried bickering about what cartoon to watch. Tip-toeing up the stairs he used to the dim light of the sun to sneak into the dark kitchen. Sliding his hand along the wall looking for the light switch he could never find he made a triumphant noise as he flipped the switch. The noise of accomplishment quickly changed into a squeak of fear as the light flashed on and he was greeted with Derek's rock hard body leaning against the counter opposite him. His hand jerked up to his chest as he tried to restart his heart. "Jesus fucking Christ Derek, why didn't you let me know you were there! I can't hear people's heart beat, in case you've forgotten."

Stiles continued glaring at his mate as he made his way to the fridge. Yanking open the door he grabbed the eggs and bacon. Simple and everyone liked them. 'A half a dozen should be enough' he thought 'Oh maybe I'll make eight. Just to be safe' Stiles stepped around Derek to get the supplies for breakfast. He could feel Derek's eyes burning into the back of his head. He half cracked the eggs and started whipping them before putting them on the pan and waiting for it to heat up. Pulling out the griddle from under the sink he plugged it in before turning around and facing Derek who was still staring. "So sour wolf, you gonna talk or are you just gonna keep staring" Stiles turned to the eggs in the pan and began stirring them around before they could stick and burn. "You didn't answer my messages. Any of them." "Yeah I wasn't in that good of a mood." Stiles answered with a shrug, "You want scrambled or sunny side up?" Stiles flipped the scrambled eggs onto a serving platter and turned again to face Derek. "Look Derek, either you speak or I'm outta here after breakfast is done. It's up to you" Stiles went to turn around again but before he could he was yanked into a hard chest where hard lips met his own.

Stiles never could get sick of kissing Derek, even when he was mad at him. The way their lips molded together or the way Derek knew just how to make Stiles want more could never get old. Their tongues battled for dominance which Stiles gladly gave up to Derek. Stiles gripped Derek's' shoulders trying to get more leverage up on the wolf, trying to push even more of his body against him, grinding himself against Derek's leg. A low growl erupted from Derek's throat causing Stiles' mind to clear. Slowly he stopped grinding, pulled away his hands from where they were digging into Derek's shoulders and unmolded his lips from his mates. Taking a step back he scrubbed a hand over his face and looked up. "What was that for?" He asked. Derek shrugged and looked over his head before whispering "Just missed you I guess. The bed was uh, lonely last night." Before Derek could say anything else Stiles reached up and pulled his wolf into a massive hug and buried his face into Derek's neck placing small kisses on it before pulling away and looking up. "I missed you too. But we still need to talk Derek, because I can't lie to my dad anymore. I won't. Do you get it? He's my only blood family left. And he deserves to know. And he can help if he knows too, if we ever need to get covered because of something. Please Derek, please I'll do anything you want. Hell I'll even let you give me the bite, or let you completely claim me as your mate but I just gotta tell him, I really do ple—" Derek firmly clasped his hand over Stiles' mouth. "Stop it Stiles. You're not taking the bite. And if we do the whole claiming thing it will not be until you want too. But I've thought about it and well… I guess you can tell him." Derek rested his forehead against Stiles'. "I don't wanna loose you" He whispered. "You won't. So I can tell him?" Derek sighed but gave a small nod. Stiles broke out into a huge grin before giving Derek a quick peck and turning back to the breakfast. "Scott and I can tell him. We'll tell him everything. Even about me and you being mates. But you should probably stay here when we do. I know regular bullets can't kill you but I'd rather not see my boyfriend get shot in front of me." Derek just signed again and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. "Alright, whatever you want."

A/N: I know that Derek is slightly OOC but I really like the vulnerable side of him when it comes to Stiles! Let me know if y'all don't like it. Next chapter will probably the penultimate chapter! Also, let me know if y'all want a lil spin-off about Jackson and Scott. Thanks loves