Later that night stiles went down to the kitchen to get some snacks thinking his dad was sleeping. When he got downstairs he saw his dad at the kitchen table looking through something. A book? He decided to take any chances and went in the refrigerator and grabbed some sandwich meat and started making a couple sandwiches.
"You better not take that food to your room Stiles." The sound of the voice made stiles jump a bit. When he didn't answer his dad turned around and looked at him. "Did you hear me? Or are you giving me the silent treatment?"
"I heard you. And no I'm not giving you the silent treatment." Stiles said in a small voice still making his food. Once he finished with his food he sat down across from his dad who had the photo album open. His dad flipped the page and smiled and showed Stiles the picture.
"This is my all time favorite picture. You were so tiny and your mom worried so much about you, we both did really. She was just so scared that would get hurt, or be taken away from us. She was that overly protective mother." Stiles was too focused on the picture. It was him when he was a new born sleeping while his mom was holding him, watching him like a hawk. He didn't realize that his dad had a tear run down his face; he was too caught up in the memories.
"She would kill me if she found out what I did. She would slap me and more than likely yell no mercy." Stiles kinda chucked. "Okay that was a little over the top but she would be really pissed at me. You okay dad?" Stiles looked at his dad with sad eyes. His dad stood up nodded his head yes and went to his room. Stiles finished his food and went to his and had a dream about his mother.
The next morning at school Scott and Stiles met up outside of their class. Stiles got no sleep that night.
"Dude, you look like hell! Did you get any sleep! What the hell happened after we left?" Scott was one of the over worried type of friend. He had a good heart, but he worried too much sometimes.
"I had a bad dream. Kept me up all night and not much, my dad was ranting on about my mom. I really think he hates me Scott!" Stiles looked at Scott who looked at him wide-eyed
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you stiles. He probably really pissed at you that all. He worries a lot you're his only son, think about it. If he loses you, he loses his whole family. Don't forget he lost his wife and he doesn't want to lose a son to." As much as Stiles hated to say it, Scott had a point. Why did he have to be right! Damn him! Oh well time to face the fact, he pissed off his dad and is now paying the price for it. Why did he have to be a crazy teenager? Oh yeah because it was his nature! He nodded at his friend and went to class. In class all he could think about was what Scott said and his mom and dad.