Epilogue

A happy home is one full of laughter.

Stiles had that thought filter through his head. It was a weird year but the pack was settled - everyone was happy. It was hard to get used to but it was the summer and his Dad had decided to give into the inevitable and let him move in with Derek full time. It may be a little unorthodox as he wasn't eighteen for a few more months but when your Dad is the Sheriff and he gives parental permission no one says anything. He loved living at the pack house with Derek, as the light filtered through the bedroom window - he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of contentment.

Of course, he was disgruntled to realise that he still hadn't shook off his stomach bug. He ran to the toilet to empty the content of his stomach - again. He felt Derek's concern and bless his mate; he was there with a washcloth soothing his brow. It was so very domestic that if Stiles wasn't feeling so sick he would be making a comment about it.

"This sucks." Was the only obvious thing he could come up with.

Derek was concerned a bug lasted twenty four maybe forty eight hours not ninety six hours. "You should see someone."

Stiles just sighed, "Let's discuss this on the sofa where I can at least be comfortable while you mother hen me."

Derek pouted but got his own back by gently picking up Stiles and carrying him bridal style to the living room. He needed to be firm though as he couldn't handle anything happening to his mate, "No you are going to talk to someone even if it is Deaton."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Der I just ate some bad food. It's not your fault."

Peter who was on the other sofa reading a book snapped it shut. "Actually you can blame my nephew."

Brian was following in behind the Alpha couple, and Peter had clued him the evening before when Brian asked him a question. So of course Brian was very careful to conceal his mirth. He and Peter had taken bets on how long it would take the Alpha couple to realise, and then subsequently how they would take the news.

Derek got defensive, "How I don't cook?"

Peter shook his head and he had to try and remember that his nephew had not been raised to be Alpha. "True but you're an Alpha with a mage partner."

Stiles froze, and his hand drifted to his stomach. In one of his major research sessions, he came across a story where an Alpha male, mated to a strong mage had managed to have a child together. The mage had been strong enough to magically carry and have a child. "You're telling me he has knocked me up with his Alpha super sperm."

Peter offered a deadpan, "Congratulations!"

Peter and Brian actually collapsed into each other in a fit of giggles - this was better than they had imagined. Derek had fainted much to the amusement of everyone including Stiles. It was for the best as Stiles could focus on his wimpy mate than the fact that he was knocked up.

"Oh my God! He can suggest I cut off his arm but a child! A child has him fainting!" He yelled in annoyance, and really if anyone is fainting it should be him. He was the one who was knocked up!

Brian decided to be more sympathetic, and came up to hug a rapidly freaking out Stiles. "Cheer up. You've had great practice with the betas ... And you can hold this over Derek's head forever."

"Too right I will." Stiles was firm, and knew that he already loved the pups. He wasn't very sympathetic to his mate he kept kicking his side, "Derek wake the fuck up you SourWolf. If anyone should faint it's me."

At the word 'faint' Derek roused looking concerned and protective. Stiles just knew right there that this was going to be a long pregnancy. And Derek was pouting, looking disgruntled at his Uncle - needing to have the last word, "Well least my kid will have a little cousin to play with."

The look of shock was comical, but the looks of joy, happiness and overwhelming love were all too familiar. The best bit was where his uncle's brain caught up and he fainted. Brian just rolled his eyes and shared a look with Stiles as if to say, 'Hales what can you do?'

Stiles snickered, enjoying being in his mate's arms, "It's fucking genetic I tell you."

Brian wondered how they would break the news to their untraditional pack. Truth be told, people were telling stories about the restored Hale Pack. The stories of the Young Alpha and mage partner; the beta couple where the one had risen from the dead; the fact that an Alpha mated couple were not even the Beta couple of the pack; the fact that they had humans and banshees in the pack hadn't gone unnoticed.

This was family, and the pack would help but the questions that remained was simple: Was the world ready for a half ADHD Stilinksi / hyperactive Hale Werewolf? Probably not but at least they had the whole pack that could keep an eye on him - it wouldn't take a village to raise a child but rather a pack.

Authors Note: Big thank you to everyone who read, reviewed and favourited the story.

*So this is the end of this story. Hoped you enjoyed and their is tentative plans for a prequel, a sequel (Pups :) ) AND a ficlet collection. Let me know if this sounds like a good thing!