A/N: Had this story written and completed but got more ideas so right now I'm fixing the other chapters and adding to the story. I know you guys will hate me for where I'm going to take this story, but don't get your pitch forks out yet, I have tricks up my sleeves. But for now, I hope you enjoy the latest chapter!
The next couple of weeks, Nate would go visit Stiles to visit and talk about what ever popped into Stiles' mind.
"There was this one time, I'll never forget it. I found a stray kitten in the woods when I was going up the dirt path to Derek's house. I stopped my jeep and cradled the bundle of fluff, put her in my jeep and continued to the house. When I got there, I grabbed the fragile kitten and took her inside. Derek was furious that I brought a stray into the house…"
"Derek! Hey Derek! I have a surprise! Derek? Come on little one, I'll get you some milk." Stiles walked into the kitchen, pulling out the carton of milk, poured milk into a bowl and sat the kitten on the counter.
"What. Is. That?" Stiles turned around to face the man in the doorway.
"This? It's a kitten. Isn't she cute?" Stiles picked up the kitten, holding it up to show Derek.
"Stiles, why do you have a kitten?"
"She was wondering around in the woods all alone and afraid, I couldn't just leave her Derek. Look at this face." Stiles walked closer to Derek, holding the pure white kitten inches from his face; 'meow.'
Derek didn't look amused. "Stiles, we can't keep her."
"Come on Derek, she needs a family!"
"We'll take her to the human society tomorrow; she'll have a family there."
"How about I just take you to the human society, huh? How would you like that, huh? 'Yes, I found this werewolf here, I think he's house broken and he comes to you by the name of Derek.'"
"I'm not a dog Stiles."
"Really? You sure do beg a lot at night. 'Stiles! Oh, Stiles!'"
"Just for that, you're not getting any of this tonight, and you can't keep the kitten."
"Derek!"
"No."
"Please?"
"Decision is made." Derek walked out of the room, leaving Stiles and the kitten alone.
Stiles turned the kitten around, "Don't worry little one, he'll come around before tomorrow. You need a name, I can't keep calling you 'little one' Hmm… let's see…" Stiles went silent, staring at the kitten, deep in thought. "Got it! Mila!" the little kitten purred, "I take that as a yes. Ok Mila, we have to win Derek over so he doesn't take you to the human society tomorrow. But first, let's go shopping."
Stiles places Mila in a box, placing her in passenger seat of his jeep. Ten minutes later, Stiles was parking in the parking lot of the local pet store.
"Alright, you ready to go shopping? Come on." Stiles picks up the little Mila from the box and walked the short distance to the pet store.
"Let's see, you need some food, a litter box and some toys. Ooo look at these!" Stiles rushes over to the collars and leases and animal beds. He picks up a bright blue collar, placing it around Mila's neck. "Perfect." After finding a collar, the excited teen walked over to the beds, picking out the fluffiest one. He set it in the cart, Mila instantly crawling into it and falling asleep, purring.
Stiles quickly finished his shopping, buying three different kinds of food, litter and dozens of toys. He checked out and made his way back to his jeep, carefully placing Mila, still asleep, in the passenger's side of his jeep and heading home.
"What did Derek do?"
"When he found out that I went shopping for Mila, he was not happy, but that night…"
"You can't stay made at me forever." Stiles was sitting on the floor, playing with the bundle of energy. "You have to admit she's really cute, and this could be good, you know? I'll have company when you're out in the woods training." Stiles was met with silence as Derek continued to flip through the television stations. Stiles stands up, needing to grab something from the other room. "I have to grab something really quick, so can you just make sure she doesn't get into anything?" Receiving no answer, Stiles took that as a yes and left the room.
Derek continued to mindlessly flip through the channels, ignoring the little kitten, until it walked over to the couch, staring up at him. The tough alpha tried ignoring it, but it started meowing and purring. Derek looked down. "What?" 'meow.' Derek rolled his eyes, focusing back on the television. 'meow' "What?"
The kitten stared up at Derek. Then, Mila jumped, almost making it up onto the couch, but getting her nails stuck into the couch. She was struggling to keep herself up, meowing.
Derek rolled his eyes letingt out a sigh but never moving to help the kitten. 'Meow.' Little Mila started meowing frantically.
"Did he help her?"
Stiles smiles at the memory, while Derek believed that he was in the other room, Stiles was actually standing in the doorway, watching. "Yeah, he helped her eventually."
Derek sighed again then leaned over the side of the couch to pick up the little kitten. He placed the kitten on the arm of the couch, by his head. Mila started to increase her purring, sounding like a helicopter coming in to land. She walked back and forth, then stopping to place her paws on Derek's head, no response from the annoyed alpha.
Not satisfied, Mila walked off of the arm of the couch, rubbing against Derek's face, to his chest and sitting down, facing Derek.
"What?"
'Meow.' The little kitten brought her face up to Derek's, light blue eyes meeting dark blue ones, and her pink tongue came out, licking Derek's nose. Derek's face grew dark, then, a chuckle could be heard and a smile in his voice.
"Come here." Derek picks up little Mila, cuddling her and having her lay on his chest. Soon, both Derek and Mila were fast asleep, both purring.
"It was the cutest thing ever, Mr. Big bad ass Derek Hale, sleeping with a little white fluff ball on his chest."
Nate was trying to hold back laughter. "W-wait, y-you mean… h-he…"
"Yeah."
"What happened when he woke up?"
Derek woke up and noticed that the little fur ball was no longer resting on his chest. He frantically looked around, jumping off of the couch, lifting all the couch cushions and pillows. Laughter and Stiles' voice could be heard in the other room. Derek ran in the direction of the voice, stopping in the door way seeing that Stiles was holding Mila. Stiles looked up.
"Derek, what's wrong?"
Derek tried to calm his breathing. "N-nothing, how long have I been asleep?"
"Two hours. Mila got hungry so I fed her. Now we're just looking through some pictures." A wide grin was now plastered on Stiles' face, telling Derek that he was up to something.
Derek walked the rest of the way into the room, sitting down beside Stiles and pulling him close to his side. The alpha looked at the pictures Stiles was looking at and gulped.
"This is my favorite picture." Stiles admitted.
"W-where did you get this?"
"When you were asleep. It was too cute. Sour wolf actually is a softy for fluffy kittens. This is going in her photo album."
"After more pleading, Derek allowed me to keep Mila. He had a soft spot for that little kitten, even though he tried to deny it in front of the others, but they all knew better, they all liked the picture too."
"You really had that man whipped."
"We were mates; he wanted to make me happy."
It was now dark out, "Hate to cut this short, but I have another place I have to be, but I'll be back tomorrow and we can finish talking ok?"
"Ok Nate, see you tomorrow."
Nate got up, grabbed his coat and headed to the door, only stopping when he heard Stiles' voice, he turned around.
"Nate."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
Nate nodded and left, leaving Stiles to his thoughts, thinking about the pack and Derek and what they might be up to.
"I miss you Derek." Stiles whispered into the darkness, a single tear streaking down his face.
This was my favorite chapter to write. Derek having a soft spot for a little white fluffy kitten is just too cute :D Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it.