Chapter 7
The sky was a bright sapphire blue, with the occasional cotton white cloud floating overhead. The breeze was warm and comfortable in a strange way. Stiles stepped out of the front door onto the path infront of the door step where the last of his neatly boxed things were waiting for Derek to place into the Jeep. He took a deep breath pulling himself together slightly.
He turned around. His father was stood infront of him in the doorway of the house where he had grown up, had lost his mother, had spent years living in. His Dad was like a barrier urging him to move onwards.
"You'll visit won't you Dad?" Stiles asked.
"Of course. Why wouldnt I?"
"I dont know..." Stiles said his voice breaking a little, and his eyes welling up a little.
"Dont you start crying son. You'll start me off. Now i'll see you soon, and enjoy your new home."
"Bye Dad." Stiles said teary eyed, turning around and seeing Derek loading his stuff into the jeep. His future was literally infront of him he thought to himself.
Derek looked up, seeing Stiles crying went over and hugged him, smiling reasuringly over Stiles' shoulder at the sheriff.
He then turned taking Stiles' hand in his own and led him into the car, got in and started the engine. Stiles took a last look at his father before the car pulled away.
The drive wasnt long but it was thereputic with the occasional bump in the road. The trees and bushes along the side of the road forming a green blur with the blue sky above. Stiles wondered what the Hale house looked like after the refurbrishment. He actually hadn't gone round yet, Derek was either coming round to his or they were going out for meals and dates they never went to Derek's.
He didnt have long to wait before he was pleasantly surprised.
The Hale house was nothing like its old husk that Stiles had last seen it as. It was a large beautiful vision of white wooden pannels and spotless windows. The large double doors at the front of the house were a dark blue with golden brass knobs.
It was overly welcoming.
Stiles took out his key and with a little triumph pushed it into the door and unlocked it. The heavy doors creaked open as he pushed them. Inside was just as beautiful as outside. A dark oak floor lay out infront of him covered in places by antique red rugs. The stairs were stood a little further in with white banisters and oak handrails leading up to a white walled landing. There was a smell of food coming from further in. Stiles stepped over the threshold and Derek stepped past him carrying his boxes upstairs to what Stiles presumed was going to be his room.
The smell of cooking intrigued Stiles so he walked towards the smell of food which, was enevitably in the kitchen and he realised something that he was stupid for forgetting: Peter hale lived here too.
"Morning Stiles." Peter said warmly as he walked towards the table with a plate of bacon, eggs and sausage, smiling.
"Hey." said Stiles smiling shyly.
"Well do you like the place?" Peter asked, his smile warmer than before.
"Its amazing..." Stiles said. A look of triumph spread it's way across Peter's face. "I never thought I'd end up living somewhere like this..." stiles continued "It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it." Peter said.
Stiles turned to look for Derek. "And Stiles..." Stiles turned back around. "Welcome home." Peter finished sincerity lining his voice.
"Thank you" Stiles said turning again and walking off to find Derek.
Derek was in a large room upstairs filled with wooden furniture. A double bed, two chests of drawers and a wardrobe with a bedside table on either side of the bed. The room was large with white walls and a big window in a wall flooding the room with sunlight, catching the particles of dust in the air giving a homely feel to the room.
Derek was bent over placing Stiles' things under the bed. He got up walked over to Stiles who was stood in the doorway and looked back into the room.
"What do you think of your new room?" Derek asked.
"I love it." Stiles replied greatfully. "This is our room though isnt it? You're going to be with me aren't you?"
"If you want then yes, I just didnt want to assume..." He was broken off by Stiles kissing him softly.
"It's amazing" Stiles said pulling back and looking into the room again.
"Well its been a long morning, you should get some rest before we unpack your things properly."
"Only if you'll lay with me..." Stiles said before going to the bed and laying on his back on the soft white sheets.
"Happily." Derek said laying next to him.
Stiles placed his head on Derek's warm chest, listening to his boyfriends heartbeat and feeling the steady rise and fall of Dereks steady rythms lulled Stiles off to sleep with thoughts of happiness filling his head.
Derek lay awake comforted by his boyfriend layng on his chest, placed an arm around him. He let his emotions flow, the sense of security and happiness and stability that he had not felt for a long time were overwhelming and brought a tear to his eye. The tear of joy rolled down his face as he kised stiles' head.
"I love you..." Derek whispered. "I love you so much..."
