~August 16, 2014~
Today Stiles was going to be moving into Peter's house. His dad had switched Stiles to online school because Coach Finstock had been sending Stiles to detention because he didn't change for gym. Now Stiles was finishing up on packing up his room. He sighed putting the last of his books into boxes. "You know I never thought that I would see you packing until you went away to college. I doubt your mother would have let you leave she probably would have locked you in the basement trying to keep you safe." John said looking around Stiles almost empty room.
Stiles nodded smiling sadly at his dad. "What you got there?" He said looking at the box in his dads hands.
John looked down at the box in his hands. "I have some things for you we'll they're mostly for the baby. They're your things from when you were a baby." He set the box on the bed.
"Thanks dad."
John smiled and reached out pulling Stiles into a hug. "I love you."
Stiles tightened his arms around his dad clutching onto the back I his shirt. "I love you too daddy."
John pulled back and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to go get something to drink."
Stiles nodded releasing his dad moving to sit on the bed and look into the box. He looked into the box seeing some of his baby clothes and toys. A couple of photo albums there was also a picture frame with little bears around it, it held a picture of his mom holding him when he was a baby. Stiles felt tears falling from his face. "I miss you mom." He touched the picture gently and packed everything away in the box again.
Stiles was exhausted who knew that packing things would make you so tired. He was about to get ready to take a shower when someone rang the doorbell. "Stiles, Peter's here!"
Stiles walked down the stairs carefully. "Coming." He came down to see his dad and Peter talking. "Hi." Stiles waved.
Peter smiled. "Hello Stiles."
"I have to go to work so..." John sighed and pulled Stiles into a hug. "I'll try to visit you as much as possible."
Stiles nodded clutching to the back of his dads shirt. "Yeah, see you for Wednesday lunch." They hugged each other tightly. "Love you dad."
"Love you too, Peter take care of my son or else I'll shot you with wolfs bane bullets."
"I promise John." Peter shook his hand as he walked out the door. "Let's get started." He stated clapping his hands
Packing up the car didn't talk long even if Peter did it all by himself. Stiles kept the box his dad gave him in his lap as he got into the car. He timed the ride and found out that they would be living forty minutes away from his dad. The house was beautiful it was painted red and had white shutters, it looked like a barn but so much better. It was two stories and had a picket white fence. Stiles could see a couple more house to the left and to the right but they were separated greatly.
They entered the house and Peter and it seemed cozy but also business like the kitchen area had a black table and black chairs it was all organized as was the kitchen. The living room looked more comfortable and less organized there was a lot of books and some of them where on the couch he had a huge flat screen TV. The couch was black and looked so comfortable Stiles knew he would be able to fall asleep on it quickly. There was also Peter's office downstairs and another room that was empty.
Peter showed Stiles the upstairs showing him where the nursery was going to be in the middle of their bedrooms. He led Stiles to his room wish was in the right of the nursery, Peters was on the left. He had gotten him a king sized bed and a couple of dressers he had also put in a smaller flat screen TV in his room. The room had its own bathroom. Peter showed him the other three rooms upstairs one was the library and the other two were guest rooms.
"This place is awesome!" Stiles said excited. "You have a library! That's the most amazing thing ever."
Peter laughed. "Glad you like it."
"Like it, try love it." Stiles smiled.
Once the tour was done Peter and Stiles went back I the car to unload the car and bring it up to Stiles room. It took the same amount of time to move in as it did to move out. When everything was done Stiles walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. "Moving is so exhausting." He said grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Exhausting you didn't do anything." Peter said grabbing his own bottle of water.
Stiles glared. "Who do you think packed the boxes?" "He said sticking his tongue out at Peter.
Peter laughed. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, ooh I want a bacon cheeseburger with curly fries please Peter." Stiles asked happily.
"Of course." Peter went to work on making lunch. Stiles walks back to his room and grabbed his baby box. Then went back down and set the box down on the table, he headed to the kitchen and help Peter make dinner.
They sat down to eat, during the middle of the meal Peter noticed the box. "What's in the box?" Peter asked.
Stiles looked up from his plate looking back and forth from Peter to the box, he swallowed the food in his mouth and spoke. "It's my baby stuff, my dad gave it to me. I wanted to show it to you."
Peter smiled. "I'd love to see it, but let's eat first."
Stiles grinned and went back to eating his food happily.
Once they were done eating they went to the living room to look through the box. "Who's this?" Peter asked holding up a picture frame.
"That's my mom and me." Stiles told him taking the picture.
Peter nodded as picked up Stiles' baby book and flipped through the pages. "I'm guessing this is you and Scott?"
Stiles looked and it was Scott and he dressed up for Halloween when they were five. "Yeah we were Power rangers, I was always the red one and Scott was always the blue one. We dressed in those costume as much as possible, until are moms 'accidentally' shrunk them."
Peter laughed. "You'll end up doing the same thing especially if our son decides to dress up like SpongeBob."
"No, if he dresses up like SpongeBob that costume is going to be burned." Peter and Stiles busted out in laughter.
It was nice living with Peter it wasn't as awkward like he thought it would be. He hopes it would stay this way through the rest of the pregnancy.