One Step Closer to Fatherhood

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters.

An: Please review. This is my first story so any reviews will help.

Finally giving up on trying to sleep after tossing and turning all night because of barely contained excitement, stiles decided to go down stairs and cook breakfast for his dad and him. Seeing as cooking helped him calm down and focus for long periods of time, his parents taught him how to cook.

John, who was the town's sheriff, had a night shift the night before and wouldn't get in until right before stiles had to leave for school.

Stiles took out the ingredients to veggie omelets. He went over to the radio placed in the kitchen for times when stiles was feeling excited so he could dance around the kitchen while cooking. Setting the radio to Dark Horses by Katy Perry, stiles started to chop up onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms. Anyone observing stiles right now wouldn't guess that he had ADHD. He was flowing around the kitchen as if he had been cooking his whole life. It was hard to look away at such a beautiful sight.

Stiles finished cooking right as he heard his dad's key in the door. "Perfect timing dad. I just finish cooking breakfast," stiles told his dad as john was walking pass the kitchen towards the office where he locked up his firearm. He used to do it to keep the gun away from curious little hands. However since stiles has grown up, he really did it out of habit not out of fear of little stiles getting his hands on the gun and hurting himself or someone else. "What are we having?" Asked stiles who had just came in through the door.

"We are having veggie omelets with whole wheat toast and turkey bacon. I couldn't sleep because I was excited to find out who my partner would be for the parenthood project, so I just decided to cook us breakfast, "stiles said all the while looking at his dad with red eyes and dark bags under his eyes.

After eating with his dad, stiles rushed upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed. After freaking out for 10 minutes on what to wear, he decided to just wear what he normally wore to school which consisted of a graphic tee under a plaid shirt. Today he decided to wear a batman shirt that he had just got because batman was the best hero ever made according to all that was holy. To complete the look he put on a red plaid shirt left open, baggy jeans, and white converse shoes that had seen better days. Spraying some cologne on, stiles was ready to face the first day of his junior year and hopefully impress his Parenthood partner.

Stiles POV

Saying goodbye to my dad on the way out of the house, I made my over to my beloved blue jeep. Betsy, my jeep, had been handed down to me from my mother. My mom had died of stomach cancer and she had wanted me to have Betsy to drive when I got my license. Betsy was my last connection to my mom I had so made sure that Betsy still ran and made sure I got things fixed so she could run as smoothly as possible. Even though she has seen better days and tends to be in the shop every other week, I can't seem to replace her.

Getting into my jeep and successfully starting her in one round, I headed to school which was really small. Living in small town where everyone knows everyone has some benefits and drawbacks. The problem I have with Beacon Hills is that the school is small and all the students have been my same classmates since preschool which sucks because teenagers like to gossip worse than old grandmothers who have nothing better to do with their time. When it came out that I was gay, the whole school turned on me which was one of the worst times of my life. My best friend since preschool, Scott Mccall, decided that he couldn't be popular like he wanted to with an openly gay best friend so he stopped being friends with me. That was the worst part about coming out. I couldn't believe that he was a homophobe.

Even though Scott and my fellow classmates couldn't accept that I was gay, my dad supported me from the beginning which is funny because he was the one I thought I was going to have to worry about. I thought he was going to go on this long tangent about how he didn't raise no fag, and how his mother would never accept him being gay or worse kick him out on the streets. But when I sat down with him to tell him, he just calmly told me to tell him what had me fidgeting more than usual, what had me sweating and nervously darting my eyes on anything that wasn't him. When I spat out that I liked men, he just laughed and said "That's what you had to tell me about. I have known you were gay since you were 10." He had then asked me to come to him, and when I got there he pulled me into his lap like he would when I was a child and was sad about something. All the while I had been holding back tears, but what he told me next made the dam break. He said "There is nothing to worry about stiles because I fully support you and so would your mother. We both believed that love is love there is no gender."

Blinking back that memory, I have made to Beacon Hills High School were my life is a living hell. Thanks to my former best friend and the snobbish person you will ever meet, Jackson Whittemore who thought that just because he was a rich, captain of the lacrosse, and the most popular person in school besides his girlfriend Lydia Martin, that he could do anything which included picking on me when he felt like it.

Getting rid of those negative thoughts, I parked Betsy and got out heading towards the school for my first class which happened to be my Parenthood Project class. I am so excited that I haven't realized that I have started to bounce on the top of my toes. Stopping by my locker to drop off my unnecessary books and notebooks, I made my way towards my classroom with Ms. Taylor who was a short woman who was married with two kids. She was the type of person to hope that at least one student got something out of her lecture. Walking into her classroom, I stopped short because sitting at my lab table was some new guy that I had never seen. I decided to figure out he was so I started walking to my seat. Taking a seat and looking at the guy sitting next to me, I stock my handout and said excitedly with a big grin on my face, "Hi I am Stiles."

The boy next to me turned and looked at my hand with a scowl on his face. "Derek." He said forcefully.

Well that went great, I guess he isn't a people person. Not everyone can be as awesome as me.