Alright so this is the little second chapter to Why We Call You Mom. I still don't own anything. The third little chapter will either be up tonight or tomorrow. Its un-beta'd so sorry if it sucks. And ok go read now!
Stiles woke up slowly, blinking as his sight came into focus. He was then suddenly aware that he, along with six other teenagers were all piled onto his bed. They had gone to bed after their little confession and somehow they all had managed to get spooned against each other at odd ends with Stiles being on the edge. He weaseled his way off and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen where his dad was sitting at the table drinking his coffee. "Sleep well?" asked the Sheriff. Stiles nodded while rubbing his eyes. Looking at the clock he said "Yeah dad, but look its already 8. You got to go to work." The Sheriff nodded and slowly got up and made his way to the door. Before leaving he called out "Make sure they lock the door when they leave Stiles! And tell them next time to bring sleeping bags or something. That can't be comfortable." Stiles just smiled. Slowly waking up, Stiles made three dozen pancakes before brushing his teeth, switching out of his pajamas and climbing into his jeep to go visit the one and only sour wolf.
Driving through town, memories from last night swirled through his head. His pups, as he had taken to calling them, explained that he was in fact, Derek's mate. Apparently they could smell it on him. The smell of home they said. "Haven't you noticed that Derek hasn't been around the last couple weeks?" Isaac asked. "He knows it too. So he's hiding. He doesn't want to force you into this. Not that he's told any of us. But we know." Stiles thought back over the last few weeks and they were right. He hadn't seen Derek as much but when he had there had been little malice behind the words he that and Stiles had shared. And there had been less slamming him into walls but when he did there was even less space in between them. Something stirred in Stiles' stomach at that thought. 'No naughty thoughts' He said to himself. 'Not right now at least'.
The road to the Hale house was surrounded by trees and Stiles stepped on the gas eager to get to the house to try and talk to Derek. He wanted to tell him that it was cool. He totally could be his mate. Stiles had always known that he didn't prefer one gender over another. And his crush on Lydia hadn't been around in a long time. The house came into view as he brought the Jeep to a stop and put it in park. 'Alright you can do this. You can just get out of the car and walk up to the house. C'mon don't be a coward' Stiles opened the car door and shuffled his way up the driveway and stairs and opened up the door to the house. "Derek? Where are you man? Derek? Sour wolf? Hel- oomph" Stiles found himself with his back pressed against the wall and red eyes glaring into his. "Hey there sour wolf, we gotta talk man."
Derek's fingers uncurled from Stiles' jacket as he stepped away. "What do you want Stiles? You shouldn't be here." "Oh so you're telling me you don't want me here? I think I'm gonna call bullshit on that one, mate.