The news of Kate's return spread all over town like a cloud arrived to darken everybody's mood. Stiles and the girls tried their best to lighten up the mood at home, welcoming the rest of the family with exquisite homemade meals and lots of cuddling on the huge couch bought after the Stilinskis moved in.

Derek tried to be his usual self for the kids' sake, keeping his temper at bay when the Argents' lawyer phoned to inform him that Kate was seeking the judge's approval to obtain the right to visit her children regularly; that night he stormed to their room leaving Stiles behind to explain the situation: they were probably going to have some legal troubles for some time, but nothing that the family couldn't easily fix.

"Why did she have to come back? It's not like she's our mom!" Isaac said one evening while trying to fight Erica away from his portion of pizza.

"She is your mom, sweetie" Amelia said glancing at Stiles to get him to help her out of the situation.

"Plus, kid, everybody needs a mom" he tried.

"Erica and Lydia don't have one" Jackson, head bent and eyes focus on his shoelaces, intervened from his seat "If they can make it without their mom, so can we. And we have you, and dad and auntie Laura. We got everything we need"

"Oh, honey, Lydia and Erica unfortunately did not have a say on the matter, right, Stiles?"

"Amelia is right, Jacks. I love living here with you and your dad, but I'd love to have my mommy back: instead now I'm stuck with two overprotective daddies that are never ever going to let me out of their sights" Lydia said, her tone calm but transpiring a certain kind of sadness when talking about her mother. In the meantime Erica had stood up from her chair and moved closer to Isaac and Jackson to hold their hands.

"Your mom was good, though. Ours never liked us" Isaac said, his voice muffled by a piece of sausage stuck in his mouth.

"He's got a point there" Amelia whispered to Stiles "Well, why don't you go watch the telly while we clean up? And Isaac, baby, remember that I have to change your band aid"

"Yes, nana" the boy answered racing out of the room with his siblings.

"I still don't get what my son saw in that…that harlot! He has always been smart, except when it came to Kate" Amelia said picking up the dishes leaving Stiles to follow with glasses and cutlery " Luckily he has come back to his senses when he met you"

"Hadn't he married her you wouldn't have Isaac and Jackson, so his stupidity server you well enough. You can say you have two wonderful grandsons" Stiles grinned.

"And two gorgeous granddaughters, I hope?" the older woman asked mischievously.

"Ok, what has my dad told you?" Stiles asked dropping off the napkins he was trying to put back in their rightful place.

"Well, he might have mentioned the idea of you adopting the boys so that Kate's plea to the judge might look more shallow if we can prove that Jackson and Isaac have enough parental figures" she chirped happily skipping out of the kitchen leaving the young man appalled, his hands still holding the napkins.

"Would you really do that?"

"Oh, crap!" Stiles screamed turning around to see Derek standing in front of the second entrance door to the kitchen "You should really stop scaring the hell out of me with your sneaking around!" he chastised his partner smiling at him before dropping a kiss on his lips.

"Would you really adopt my sons?" he asked again having his hands rest on the younger man's waist.

"Yes. They're mine, too, now. Just like Lydia and Erica are yours"

"Mine"

"Yours" Stiles confirmed sealing his promise with a sweet kiss. Yet Derek didn't seem to be able to keep it that way, requesting immediate access to his lover's mouth: he started exploring the now familiar place trying to convey all his love in such a simple gesture.

"I love you so much. And I thought, maybe, you could adopt the girls, you know, just to make sure they have you if anything happened to me" Stiles said " It's not like I want to leave you, far from it actually. Truth to be told, you're sort of stuck with me from now on if you let me go through with the papers my father so nonchalantly hid in my bag last week"

"Always said your dad was a smart man. And I am very, very happy about having you around" Derek smiled down at him "Mom?"

"Yes, darling" Amelia appeared into the kitchen in no time with the kids trailing after her, the four of them either giggling or simply glowing.

"Why don't you and these four eavesdroppers go out for some ice-cream and a movie? I'm sure dad would love to escort you to the cinema" Derek suggested, his hand clasping Stiles'.

"Sounds like a good idea, don't you think? And I'm sure they're going to enjoy a small sleep over at our house right after" the woman said before telling the kids to go and pack up some stuff to sleep on that night "I expect all the papers to be ready to be processed by tomorrow morning, you two. And have fun tonight" she winked.

"Thanks mom"

"Thanks Amelia" both man said in unison before rushing up the stairs to help out the children preparing their night bags.

Isaac and Jackson welcomed Stiles into their room with an endless hug that nearly knocked the man off his feet: hearing a loud grunt from the nearby room, Stiles smiled realizing that his girls probably welcomed Derek the same way as his sons had. Their sons. And their daughters. God, he now had a huge family, four kids to look after and two more children to worry about when time to pay for college came. Well, he was sure Derek had started saving for that just like he had when Lydia was born. Ok, why was he worrying about college when his eldest were still in elementary anyway? They would have time to worry later on.

They waved the kids and Mrs. Hale goodbye and headed for their bedroom: if his mother knew him as well as she said, the following day she would bring the children home in the afternoon, giving them plenty of time to clean up the mess they left getting rid of their clothes all the way upstairs. By the time they reached the bed, both men were fully unclothed, Stiles' lips exploring Derek's chest earning soft moans in return for his hard work.

"I love the sounds you make"

"Not as much as I love the sounds you make!" Derek smirked turning them over so that he now stood on top of the smaller man, their groins grinding into each other making them both whimper at the sudden contact.

"Oh, yeah, I like that" Stiles said softly, nibbling Derek's neck " But I liked it better when I was above you. I could see your face, your eyes closed slightly to enjoy more the sensation I make you feel."

"Shut up, Stiles" the man said growling before connecting their lips, no intention on his mind to let him go.

Author's Corner

Ok, why are the waffles guys coming out only now? You know what, doesn't matter, because I think they're both great as breakfast. I'm so sorry for making you wait for so long, but my university application sort of got screwed up and had to take care of it. I'm very happy you liked the last chapter, and I hope you'll enjoy this one as well (I know it's not my best work, but I'll make sure to make chapter 8 better, I promise!)

Well, thanks again to you all for liking, reviewing and following this humble story.

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