A/N: Short, I know. (:
Commercial Break Three
"You're obsessed," Stiles said to Wendy solemnly.
"It's not obsession if it's something that you need," Wendy pointed out.
"You drink at least 3-4 cups a day, that's not normal," he told her.
"Says the boy with ADHD," she rolled her eyes. "Now, leave me alone or I will never make you breakfast again."
"Stiles," the sheriff said as he walked into the kitchen. "If you keep me from eating Wendy's amazing cooking, I will lock you up in your room."
"Morning, Sheriff," she grinned as she laid a plate in front of him. "Coffee?"
"That would be great, thanks, sweetheart," the sheriff replied. "You know, you don't have to do this every time you and Scott stay over."
"I know, I want to," Wendy replied with a smile.
"She'll make a good wife one day, Stiles," he said, looking at his son with a knowing look.
"DAD!" Stiles exclaimed and Wendy blushed.
"If I was ever his wife, I'd be making him make breakfast," she scoffed as she handed Stiles his plate.
"Like I said, she'll make a good wife for you," the sheriff grinned at how uncomfortable he was making his son.
Wendy just shook her head and grabbed a plate for herself. Just then Scott came in and grabbed his plate along with a cup of coffee. He sat down next to his sister and clinked mugs with her. They took a sip and let out similar sighs.
"Um, coffee," they said in unison.
"It's genetic, apparently," Stiles said in disbelief.
"Which means, she might just pass it onto your kids, Stiles," the sheriff said with a teasing grin.
"Dad, oh my god, stop trying to get us together," Stiles muttered, his cheeks tinged with pink.
"You seem upset, Stiles, I think you need some coffee," Wendy said, pushing her cup towards him.
"Quit with the coffee! You're a junkie," he told her.
"You know, Stiles, you seem to be talking about coffee. Are you sure you're not the one with the coffee addiction?" Scott asked, joining in on the teasing.
Stiles groaned and put his head in his hands. He pushed himself back from the table and stood up.
"I'm going back to bed, wake me up when this madness ends," he said as he began to walk out of the room. "Everyone's ganging up on me."
The others laughed as he left the room and gave each other high fives.
"What do you think upset him more: the coffee or the talk about getting with me?" Wendy asked, sniggering.
"Obviously, it was you," Scott teased and Wendy glared at him, sticking out her tongue.
"Children, behave," the sheriff said.
Wendy grinned as she took a sip of her coffee. Mornings had always been good when she spent the night over here especially with Folger's in her cup.