*3 weeks later*

"A werewolf?" I asked doubtfully. "I know I'm gullible, Derek, but a werewolf? You expect me to believe that?" Derek sighed heavily, flopping back onto his bed.

"I had hoped you would. Now I have to show you the hard way." Derek pouted. If you didn't know Derek you wouldn't be able to tell he was pouting. He was fantastic at hiding his emotions when he wanted to. Since I, however, have been studying him for years I can see the barely-there jutting of his bottom lip and his eyebrows frowning. It's all in the eyebrows.

"Show me what, exactly?" I questioned. Derek didn't respond, just sat up, raising his hand so I could see it. I watched as his fingers started to shake slightly and claws grew in the place of his fingernails. My jaw dropped and I pried my eyes away from his fingers to meet his eyes. "Dude!" I yelled. Derek's eyes were an electric blue which were, admittedly, beautiful. "Your eyes are so cool!" Derek's fingers went back to normal but his eyes stayed the electric blue.

"Stiles, I just showed you that I'm a werewolf and you're focusing on my eye color?" Derek sounded incredulous and I just shrugged. I walked towards him and sat on his lip, straddling him. I reached up and put my hands on his cheeks, my thumbs rubbing slow, gentle circles right under his eyes. Derek nuzzled into the touch and I chuckled.

"You're just like a puppy. I never really thought about it but you really are." Derek growled but there was no heat behind it. "No, really, with the whole cuddling thing you're just like a puppy. Is that a wolf thing or do you just have a cuddly personality?" I teased. Suddenly and thought occurred to me and I froze. "Wait, so, if you're a werewolf does that mean your whole family…?" I tried off.

"Yeah, Stiles, they all are too." Derek mumbled. He laid back down on his bed, pulling me with him. I was sprawled out across his chest and he had an arm around my back.

"So you're trying to tell me I've been in love with a werewolf my whole life?" I blurted. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I tensed.

"Relax, I love you too. I always have. Even before you were born." Derek was half asleep now and I don't think he realized what he was saying.
"Huh?" I asked dumbly. Derek cracked one eye open.

"Oh, yeah I forgot to tell you. Um, well, before you were born my mom worked with your mom." I flinched when he mentioned my mom and he squeezed me tighter. "Stiles, I don't have to-"

"No," I interrupted. "I want to hear it."

"My mom worked with your mom." Derek continued reluctantly. "My mom took me to work with her one day while your mom was pregnant and I met her. I don't actually remember this because I was about two years old but my mom loves to tell this story. When I got near your mom and I smelled her I latched on to her. She was sitting down and I ran between her legs and I wouldn't let her go. I had my head pressed onto her stomach listening to your heartbeat. That's the only part I remember at all, listening to your heartbeat." At some point during his story tears started sliding down my face. I turned my face into Derek's shirt.

"Why did you want to listen to my heartbeat? And how did you even hear my heartbeat?" I questioned. "How did you smell my mom?"

"I could hear your heartbeat because of my super awesome wolfy hearing. And I could smell her because of them too. It wasn't actually her I was smelling though. It was you. Your smell was faint because you weren't fully developed yet but as soon as I smelled it I wanted more of it. Or, I guess, my wolf half wanted to smell it more. It loved you before I even knew who you were."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, for a werewolf, there is one specific person in the world who was made for them. Not all werewolves find that person. Actually, most of them don't. My mom and my dad were lucky to find each other and I was lucky to find you. My parents had to sit your parents down and explain to them what was going on and why I was probably going to be hanging around a lot." I shot up like a bullet.

"MY PARENTS KNOW?" I shouted. Derek grinned up at me. "They knew the WHOLE TIME? Since I was a little kid I was always talking to my mom about how much I liked you and she never said anything?" Derek grabbed my shirt and pulled me down into a kiss, smiling against my lips.

"How would you have taken it as a little kid? Your mom telling you that a werewolf was in love with you?" I rolled my eyes playfully.

"I would have been fine because I'm awesome. Believe me, when I get home she's going to-" And I froze. There would be no 'when I get home.' She wouldn't be there. My tears started to form again. I softly laid down next to Derek on my back and he turned on his side, sliding his arm over my stomach.

"I think it's time for a nap." Derek offered gently. I nodded in response, nuzzling closer into Derek. It didn't take long for me to fall into a restless sleep.