Spell of Forthcoming's Spent
Chapter 4: Keeping Up With Stiles—Part 2
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Peter picked the bike up and hefted it up onto his shoulder. He was only able to run about a quarter of what he normally would but, at least he got some exercise. He and Stiles had ridden around the block four times. Stiles loved it, and smiled as he tried to keep up with him. Peter made sure to stay just ahead of him, his senses on overdrive making sure that Stiles was okay and only about a half a foot away from him. He had slowed down, and jogged behind Stiles when someone got to close. He may be a tad protective.
He put the bike on the porch and turned back to Stiles. "Hey, you ready to go to my house?"
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"My nieces and nephews want to meet you. They want someone new to play with." Peter said.
"You're lying Petah." Stiles said.
"My name is Peter Stiles; I know you can say it." Stiles ignored him as he grabbed the keys. Stiles disappeared to go put his helmet up and then ran to the door.
"Peter come on, let's go!" Stiles called back.
"I knew you were acting younger then you are," Peter called after him. Stiles laughed. "Little manipulator," Peter breathed. "I'm so proud." Peter smirked. Bet that's how he has his father wrapped around his little finger.
They arrived to the Hale house in a matter of minutes. Talia greeted them from the porch as Peter drove up. She was holding Annalese on her hip. Aiden was leaning against her leg and sucking his thumb.
"Took you long enough!" Talia yelled out to him as Peter was helping Stiles out of the car.
"We went for a run," Peter said.
"It was fun; Peter let me ride my bike. We went around the block four times, that is equivalent to a mile, but Peter wasn't even winded. I even rode my bike really fast." Stiles chimed in.
"Really now?" Talia smiled at the little boy.
"Yes," Stiles answered so matter of fact.
"Where are the little heathens?" Peter asked.
"Megan and Martha are inside napping with Diki. Annalese woke up, and Aiden refused to go down. Derek is in the den with Cora watching a movie and I am exhausted." Talia huffed.
Peter looked down at Aiden, "Do you want to show Stiles where the den is?"
Aiden peered over at Stiles and waved. Stiles waved back suddenly shy and hiding behind Peter. Stiles gazed up at Peter then, and in a shy voice asked, "What if they don't like me Petah?" Peter almost melted, and he could hear Talia's intake of breath. Then he saw that sparkle in the boy's caramel tinted eyes and knew that this was a play. The use of his distorted name was a tell as well. But what was more, he could smell the sincerity of the question, and just like in the future Stiles heart was rapid and uneven, making it impossible to tell whether he was telling lying or not.
And Peter could tell that it had the effect Stiles had wanted as Aiden rushed forward, thumb still in mouth and holding out his hand in offering.
He was going to be creating a monster, raising the boy with these wolves will make him the biggest weapon they will have against the hunters in future. A future that Peter is still sure will be torn down by Kate Argent. But not in the way she had in the past, he won't let her get ahold of Derek this time around. He also won't let Paige get to him either. It would all pan out with Peter introducing his mate to him this early on.
Peter crotched down, deciding to play along with the boy. "Stiles this is Aiden, I think he would very much like to be your friend."
Aiden stepped down one more step closer to Stiles. Stiles smiled at him and climbed the porch steps and took the other boy's hand. The two wondered further into the house. Peter climbed the stairs after them and stood with Talia.
"Have you started lunch yet?" Peter asked.
"Nope, that's your job." Talia laughed.
"Of course it is." Peter smirked. He turned to head into the house after the boys when Talia grabbed Peter's arm.
Peter turned to face her, "Peter I know that you want the Stilinski family to become part of our family but aren't you moving a little fast? Bringing the boy here? Is that wise?"
He looked into her eyes and placed a hand on hers, "Talia," he paused, "Talia I had a dream. No, that isn't right. I had a lifetime."
Her eyes widened, "You mean like grandmother."
Peter hesitated and then nodded, "Exactly like grandmother."
Talia raised a hand to her mouth, "Are you following that path, or are you taking another."
"The second," Peter supplied.
"But Peter! Then how can you know that this is the right thing?" Talia asked, "The sheriff can't be your mate, your true mate died when you were eight. So how can you know?"
"No but he is a potential mate, and what's more Stiles has a mate." Peter offered. Talia tilted her head, "Just wait and see."
"You knew him? You knew this boy in the future?" Talia asked.
"Yes, the most brilliant boy I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." He wasn't going to let on anything else he knew about the boy or what he knew other then, "He is mine. My pup. My baby. He couldn't be more mines then if he was born from me."
Talia took her hand away slowly. She had heard of this before, when a werewolf adopted another's young. No one knew why or how it came to be. It just did.
Peter turned from his alpha and began his trek into the house. He peeked around the corner to see Stiles hiding behind a stoic Derek, Cora glaring at him, while Aiden sat in the middle of the tussle looking back and forth between the three. What made it that much more adorable was that Derek's brow was lowered, indicating his confusion as to why he was playing guard. It'd be a couple more years and the hit of puberty before he figured it out.
Smiling, he headed to the kitchen, Talia already there and snapping Annalese into her highchair. The mushed peas, and bits of chicken already in a bowl and set aside, ready to feed the baby girl.
Peter headed over to the counter; supplies for crazy spaghetti already out. It was one of the kid's favorites. Dyed spaghetti noodles seasoned with butter and garlic. There were also slices of dyed ham that he had made the night previous, and tie-died blondies with M&Ms for desert. They did this every Wednesday, it was a tradition started by their own parents when they were low on food and moral and couldn't leave the house unguarded to hunt. They had little ingredients and food coloring—and so started the crazy spaghetti. It was Peter who had the idea of dyed ham, and Ken had brought home the recipe for the tie-dye blondies. And so crazy spaghetti Wednesday became more of a staple with more goodies.
He began to boil the dyed water, and hummed his favorite tune as he listened to Talia try and get Annalese to eat the peas. He could here Stiles telling Derek about his stuffed toy—Dirk, and how Derek made grunting noises as he listened intently. Peter could just imagine the confused crinkle on his brow. The very same one that he had had in his alternate future when Stiles blabbered on to him about everything under the moon and Derek couldn't or wouldn't tell him to shut up. Or he had but he hadn't meant it, and Stiles ignored him when he gave the harsh command that meant nothing.
Peter had a feeling that this time around Derek would have very little control. The same control that Derek would have, hard gained in the alternate future. Derek would be putty in Stiles' hands.
And wasn't that a pretty thought.