Stiles really should have seen it coming. He had known he couldn't hide his relationship from his father forever and he hadn't planned to, but it startled him when one day his father suddenly asked when he would finally say who it was he was dating.
In fact, he was so unprepared he didn't even tell his father that it was a man and no girl he was together with.

Even after his father had seen him at the gay club where they Kanima had attacked and the following discussion about whether he was gay or not, Stiles never exactly got around to tell his father he was bi.
But he had promised he'd organize a meeting, so now he sat together with his father in the living room and waited for Peter to appear and rescue him from the awkward silence in the house.

While he more or less unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hands, all he could think about was how his father would react to Peter being the one to come.
He wasn't sure how much his father knew about Kate Argent burning down the Hale house and Peter committing those murders back then as acts of revenge after he had awoken from his coma and disappeared from the hospital.
Conveniently, Stiles had also forgotten to mention that it was Peter who turned Scott and therefore changed his life into the mess it was now.

Just when he was about to check his mobile for the umpteenth time, the door bell rang and Stiles practically jumped from the couch to run to the door and open it.
Without so much as a hello kiss, he stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him.
Before he could say anything, though, he noticed that Peter appeared chubbier. He was by no means fat, but there was an additional inch or two on each side.
If Peter didn't such wear tight clothes all the time, Stiles probably wouldn't even have noticed it. He doubted his father would, but, poking Peter in his stomach, he knew it was the thought that counted.

Peter was as nervous as Stiles.
"Please, don't tell me you're wearing a bulletproof vest."
The older one raised an eyebrow, "This is no unreasonable behavior, considering your father is the Sheriff, owns a gun and knows about werewolves. Anyway, I'm twenty years older than you, Stiles. You're not of age and I know what this has to look like."

"Are you afraid or what?"
"No", Peter drawled, "I'm just prepared to run for my life. I don't want another Stilinski to end it yet again." The other man smirked, "Shall we?"
Taking a deep breath, Stiles clasped Peter's hand and entwined their fingers, ready to face his father.

With his partner at his side, he opened the door again and lead Peter into the living room where his father still sat. "Dad? This is my boyfriend, Peter Hale."
"Hi, Mr. Stilinksi", Peter smiled, the tension in his shoulders barely visible when he waved a hand.

"Well", the Sheriff pursed his lips, standing up to meet them, "this certainly explains the growing number of claw marks at your window sill, Stiles", he slid a hand down his face, "but not your clothes."
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, managing only a weak a smile, "Ah, yes, about that -"
"I'd suggest, the next time you want to come over, Peter, you walk through the front door", his father interrupted him, shaking his head somewhat amused maybe.

The Sheriff offered their guest a hand that the other man shook after only a brief moment of hesitation, looking completely taken by surprise, "There will be a next time, sir?"
"Oh, that will depend on you - the both of you - but I trust my son to know what he's doing. And I'm sure, you are aware that Chris would be more than happy to help me make -"
"Dad!", Stiles groaned inwardly, hissing, "No death threats! Interrogation: acceptable, albeit unnecessary; but don't get carried away with your overprotective-father-act before dinner."

His father's eyes crinkled mischievously, "Then let's get dinner over with, alright?"
The Sheriff sauntered into the kitchen, leaving him and his partner alone.
Stiles squeezed the older one's hand, before he was pulled into a quick side-way hug, Peter searching his eyes and murmuring curiously, "What was that about your clothes?"