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The Strongest Feelings

Chapter 3

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Morning rays of golden sunshine crept into the dawn filled room. Derek watched as the sun slowly rose through the window. He listened to the early birds start to sing, and dogs in the community being let out for the first time bark. He'd managed to stay up all night long and was overjoyed so far that Stiles showed no signs of stress during his sleep. He was completely at peace with himself, unlike another nights when the teen couldn't help but fall asleep only to toss and turn violently. Even Derek's gift, when Stiles was sleeping, didn't work so he would lay there and endure what Stiles endured for months. Both of them too unsure to speak up about the issue. But now, thanks to Deaton, Stiles might actually have a chance at returning to normal.

Stiles moved a little, snuggling closer to Derek before his eyes started to move and open. Derek looked down at his mate, surprised that the teen had woken up so early.

"Good morning." Stiles said softly with a grin.

Derek grinned back and kissed him on the forehead. "Did you have any nightmares?"

"No…no, I didn't dream at all." Stiles smiled with giddiness. "I- I actually managed to have a normal night's sleep!"

Stiles jumped out of bed and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To go pee!" The teen said way too happy for this early in the morning, but Derek didn't think anything of it. Instead he just settled into bed himself and closed his eyes. He was content that his mate was happy and no longer argumentative or angry.

When Stiles returned to the room a while later Derek was stretched out in his bed sound asleep. He thought about waking the werewolf up, but decided against it. Instead he headed downstairs just as he heard the front door open.

Sheriff Stilinski stepped inside his house, he looked worn down and tried. There were bags under his eyes and his face looked pale.

"Dad? Are you just getting home from…" Stiles started then trailed off.

"Yeah, pulled another double." The man said yawning.

"I was about to make breakfast, do you want anything special?"

"No son, I had about ten cups of coffee. I'm going to bed." The sheriff said walking past his son.

"Hey dad, I know you are tired and all, but…I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened the other night." Stiles watched as his father stopped on the bottom step and turned toward him.

"It's okay Stiles. I might have overreacted a little." The sheriff said. "Anyway, get some sleep, okay?"

"I actually had a full night's sleep last night."

"Great!" The sheriff said yawning as he started to head upstairs again. "Make some French toast." He mumbled before he was gone.

How does he do that? How does he just stay up for days and then expect everything to be okay by the end of it? He's going to run himself into a ditch. I try so freaking hard to keep him safe but…

Stiles shook his head. He didn't want to think about it. Besides he was contradicting himself anyway. He stayed up for nights on end without sleep all the time. He always thought he got that from his mother, but clearly it was becoming more evident that it might be from his father.

Nevertheless the teen went to work trying to figure out how to make healthy French toast, or at least something a bit less unhealthy.

When he finished up the French toast it was almost noon. Instead of eating downstairs alone, he made three plates and brought them upstairs. He crept into his father's room and left one plate on his nightstand. Although his dad was asleep he'd wake up later and eat, then go back to sleep. His dad was good a sleep eating.

Inside his own room Derek was still soundly snoozing so he sat at his desk with the two plates and began to eat his own food.

"That smells good."

Stiles screamed like a little girl as he jumped away from Derek who had appeared next to him.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Stiles yelled waving his arms around.

Derek smiled and grabbed the plate of French toast for him. "Tastes delicious."

"Thanks." Stiles mumbled poking his food. "So…we have to go back to Deaton today."

Derek nodded.

"And…you know…I was thinking while I was cooking and I think that after we get this sorted out…I wouldn't mind…trying for a child. AFTER we move out of here. I can't explain to my dad why I'm pregnant."

"Stiles…"

"I mean I know you want to start this family ASAP and I'm on board. I think all I needed was a good night's sleep to realize that. Although I wouldn't know for sure until maybe a week or two from now…ya know, if I still feel the same. But I think I do…"

"Stiles…"

"And I don't want you to think that you are pressuring me into this because you're not. I feel just as compelled to be with you forever Derek. I want to do this."

"STILES!"

"Why are you yelling you're going to wake up my dad?" Stiles hissed.

Derek shook his head. "Listen. I'm sure this has never crossed your mind before, it hasn't with mine either until recently…actually…I wasn't planning on doing this until later."

"Doing what until later?" Stiles asked turning to his mate confused. Derek held up a finger before disappearing out the window. Stiles got up and looked out, trying to see where Derek had disappeared. The teen jumped when Derek reappeared not two inches from his face.

"Move." Derek commanded and Stiles stepped out of the way to let him in.

"What are you going to tell me?"

"I think I should wait a little longer."

"Until when?" Stiles asked. He was curious now about what he wanted to tell him.

Derek shrugged in his normal fashion and Stiles frowned.

"You tell me things and then you hide them from me and uguigfdsfshh!" Stiles sat back down at his desk and started to type away. Derek simply sat behind him on the bed and watched him with a knowing grin.

Later that day the two of them headed back to Deaton's office. The doctor was casually at the front desk of the office writing when the pair entered. The bald headed man looked up with a grin.

"Welcome back." Deaton said opening the door for the two to come around back. They went into the same room as yesterday; Stiles sat atop the cold metal table and Deaton sat in front of him. The doctor began to ask the teenager a series of questions. Some were personal, others weren't, but by the end Stiles was emotionally drained. Derek rubbed his back as together they waited for Deaton to come up with his final answer on Stiles' nightmare problem.

"Well…" Deaton started. "From what I've gathered so far, and once again I might need to do some scans of Stiles' brain, Stiles you seem okay. I will say that you do have a stress disorder but it isn't as server as PTSD. What I will tell you to do is to continue taking the pills I give you. After a while I'll put you on a lower dosage and hopefully we can get you down to where you can carry a child. Also with some therapy of course."

"How long before he'll be able to?"

"Maybe three, four months." Deaton said calmly but Derek tensed a little. Stiles reached out and touched his mate's hand.

"I'm okay with that." Stiles said grinning.

Derek just nodded.

"Great! If you have any questions do not hesitate to contact me I'm always here." Deaton said shaking Stiles' hand. The pair exited the pet hospital but Derek stopped just outside of the door.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked as Derek looked down at him, studying his face carefully. He admired the way Stiles took things. He was always able to bounce back.

"I'm…just glad you're alright." Derek mumbled.

Stiles smiled up at him. "I'm glad too! I can finally sleep now…which means I can have a conversation with my dad that might not end horribly like it has these past few weeks." Stiles grinned crookedly and Derek grinned back at him. The werewolf took his mate's hand as walked back to the car. The contact made Stiles warm up on the inside a little and put a smile on his face at the same time. He was sure he looked like a stupid idiot, but he didn't care. He was with Derek and he was going to be okay. Hopefully.

"How far have you gotten on the house?" Stiles asked as they got into the SUV.

"Pretty far. It's almost finished actually."

"I thought you said you were putting down flooring?"

"It doesn't take a week to put down flooring." Derek said as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"It doesn't take a week to put down flooring~!" Stiles mockingly repeated before he laughed. Derek punched his arm and grinned a little. He was happy to have Stiles back to some type of normal. He had been so cranky these past weeks.

"Where are we going?"

Derek had turned off the main street and was now driving down a road Stiles was unfamiliar with. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride." Derek said softly as he relaxed into his seat.

"Are we going on some romantic journey to the middle of nowhere?" Stiles asked chuckling.

"Shut up."

"Oh, are we going to a fancy Italian restaurant?"

"Stiles…"

"I know, we're going to the amusement park that opened last month!" Stiles turned to Derek with a huge smile.

"Stiles…"

"No, wait I got it!"

"Stiles, shut up!" Derek hissed.

"Geez, touchy…" Stiles grinned. The werewolf reached over and took Stiles' hand, placing them both on the center consol.

"Just listen to the engine." Derek said after a moment and Stiles nodded. They listened to the silence of the car, the engine, the street, the tires rotating under them until Derek suddenly cut off the unfamiliar street to a dirt road. Stiles looked around but didn't say anything. Instead he just looked around at the trees that were quickly beginning to block out the sun.

"Where are we?" Stiles asked looking around. "You aren't going to take me to your love shack and…"

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"Be a good boy."

Stiles turned to Derek and smiled. "I'm always a good boy." After a while of what seemed to Stiles as aimless driving something started to feel familiar about the woods. And then off in the distance of the trees he saw it. The Hale House. It was beautiful! Oh my god, look at it…

The house was restored in all its glory from the outside. Everything about the large white mansion screamed expensive and regal. Derek pulled around to the front and cut the engine, feeling Stiles' grip on his hand tighten as he looked out the windshield at the improved house.

"Derek…you…did all of this yourself?"

"Mostly." Derek reached over and turned Stiles' face to his, a smug grin growing on his face. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" Stiles squealed. Derek leaned in the kissed the younger boy on the lips. It was slow at first, almost innocent, but soon enough it was fully charged with passion. Stiles reached up and gripped the older man's hair, pulling it as he bit his lip.

"You're mines." Derek breathed through the kiss before he grabbed Stiles and pulled him into his lap. He reached under the younger's shirt, running his hands over the smooth pale skin of his mate causing the teen to pant.

"I love you so much Derek." Stiles moaned as he began to roll his hips, causing friction between the two of them. Derek wasted no time in unzipping Stiles' pants, but the teen reached down and stopped him just as his fingers ghosted over his growing erection. Derek looked up at his mate, staring into his brown eyes waiting for whatever Stiles needed or wanted.

"I…I…" Stiles cleared his throat gently. "We should see the house first." Stiles said with a weak smile.

Derek kissed Stiles again, but this time on the forehead, then the left cheek, and then the right, and finally the nose and mouth before he let go of Stiles. He zipped his mate's pants back up and rested back in his seat, just staring into his brown eyes, and Stiles into his hazel. Neither one of them wanted to move, but neither one wanted to stay.

At some point Stiles had to control himself and open the door, so he reached over and pushed the door open. Derek watched him closely, but the werewolf didn't budge.

"You are making this incredibly hard." Stiles mumbled before he finally managed to get off of Derek and out of the car. Derek smirked as he got out behind him, shutting the door, and following his mate up the newly stained wooden front steps.

Stiles took a deep breath before he opened the newly painted red door and stood there in shock. The house was completely different, new, yet it still held its old charms. Stiles took his first step inside and right away noticed the hardwood floors no longer squeaked. He looked around at the walls and how nice and bright they were, how the windows of the house let in so much light, and how he could picture himself there with Derek and maybe a child or two. It was perfect. There wasn't anything out of place.

"It's…amazing Derek."

The werewolf just grinned as he watched Stiles walk through the house. The teenager wondered into the newly contrasted kitchen, the living room, dining room, sunroom, and den. Everything was amazing and new.

"Go check upstairs." Derek said gesturing to the newly furbished stairs. Stiles bounded up the hardwood stairs with its new carpet runner. When he reached the top step and started to check the rooms. The first was a new bathroom, a closet, the master bed that was fixed after the fight from months back, along with two other bedrooms and bathrooms.

"Everything is perfect Derek, I can't believe you did all of this!" Stiles said looking around trying to take in every detail his mate paid attention to.

"There is one room you haven't seen yet." Derek said taking Stiles' hand and walking him around to a door he hadn't seen before. "Open it."

Stiles stared at Derek for a moment, waiting for a hint as to what would be on the other side of the door, but Derek gave him none. Instead the teen took a deep breath and turned the golden knob on the door and pushed it open.

Oh…oh my god…no…he did? Oh my god…

Stiles started to tear up as he stepped inside the yellow and green nursery. It was prefect, no it was better than perfect. The walls even had pictures of cute little ducks and frogs.

"Derek." Stiles whispered looking around.

"Is it okay?" Derek asked standing closely behind his mate.

"It's better than okay!" Stiles whirled around hugged Derek tightly. "It's so much better than that, oh my God!" Stiles cried.

Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head and pulled him out of the embrace, but kept him close. "I have one more thing to tell you…or rather ask you." Derek said getting down on one knee.

"Derek…wha-" Stiles was speechless as Derek took his hand. He stared into his mates deep brown eyes; staring into his soul.

"Stiles will you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?" Derek pulled out a gold ring with diamonds incrusted around. Stiles stared with his mouth agape, his eyes big as dinner plates as he nodded his head slowly at first, but then practically bounced it up and down like a child.

"Yea-yeah." Stiles whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, hell yeah Derek!" Stiles dropped to his knees and hugged Derek tightly, kissing him in the act. "I love you, I love you so much!" The teen sob through kisses.

"I love you too." Derek replied, smiling through their kisses. "Here, try it on." Derek said and Stiles pulled back a little to get the ring out of the box. Derek insisted on putting it on. When he took it out of its box Stiles noticed the inside had little engraved wolves on the inside running around. The teen practically started to hyperventilate as Derek slid the ring onto his mate's finger.

"Derek…"

"I'm glad you love it." Derek whispered before Stiles started to kiss him again.

"You're amazing." Stiles said.

Derek laughed again and kissed Stiles back.

"You're everything to me, Stiles, remember that." Derek whispered into his ear.

"You're everything to me too." Stiles replied.

Derek picked Stiles up in his arms and carried him into the new master bedroom. He laid Stiles down on the bed and leaned over him, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, and lips. He took his time working his way down Stiles neck, biting slowly and softly.

"I love you." Stiles breathed as Derek started to remove the younger's shirt, but he paused for a moment glancing at the scars that were still healing on his mate's chest. They were red and puffy and just seeing them there made Derek feel horrible. He leaned down and kissed them a few times while staring up at Stiles.

"I love you too." Derek mumbled as he crawled up on the bed finally and started to kiss down Stile's chest, licking and biting his stomach leaving red marks of his own on his pale skin. He unzipped Stiles' pants and pulled them down, freeing the teenager's growing erection. Stiles watched as Derek then removed his own clothes, throwing them across the room. He then started to kiss Stiles' again, reaching down and touching him, rubbing his sac, and then finally taking the precum from Stiles' bell end and using it to lubricate his entrance.

"Derek…" Stiles moaned as the older man started to push his middle finger in slowly. He worked Stiles open and the pressed the second in, opening him up more so he could receive his mate. Finally he removed his fingers and lined himself up, staring into Stiles' dark amber brown eyes. He stared at him, taking in his presence with everything he had before he took his hand and led himself into that perfect human being he was proud to call his mate. Stiles wiggled a little as he received him, but took him in fully.

Derek started slow at first, rolling his hips into his mate with as much suspense as possible. Taking his time to enjoy each and every stroke that his tight mate gave him, but slowly he started to pick up the pace. His thrust becoming quicker and harder, before he stopped abruptly. Derek grabbed Stiles' leg and torso and started to turn the boy over while still staying inside of him. Once Stiles was on his stomach Derek helped him onto all fours and then he grabbed the back of his mate's neck and started where he left off thrusting into him. His pace quickened until finally he felt a warmth building in his stomach. He reached around took ahold of Stiles' dripping erection and began to stroke him, keeping his hand in pace with his thrust.

Stiles gripped the sheets, his mouth was open, his body wholly his mates as he worked him toward an orgasm. He couldn't think of anything other than Derek, he couldn't imagine or dream of anything other than his mate and as his body started to heat up he started to pant Derek's name before he came hard into his mate's hand. His arms and legs felt like jelly soon after and the boy collapsed, but Derek held his body up for the most part, continuing to trust into him until finally he rammed himself as deep as he could go into his mate, releasing his hot seed into Stiles. He held himself there for a minute, unmoving before he finally pulled out, his hard member starting to turn flaccid.

Derek laid down next to Stiles who was already halfway asleep.

"You can't go to sleep." Derek said leaning over and kissing Stiles on the forehead.

"I know…I'm just...tired. Yeah."

Derek sat up. "Come on, you have to take your meds and then you can go to sleep." Derek got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and his mate. Then he dressed the teenager again and sat down on the edge of the bed waiting for Stiles to get the energy to move.

"I really want my dad to like you." Stiles mumbled. "But I don't think he ever will."

"You just have to give it time." Derek said looking out the window.

"How can you be so sure, Derek? I feel like…he doesn't care."

"He cares." Derek faced his mate. "He cares like I care. We don't want to see you get hurt. Seeing you stressed out hurts me."

"Yeah…let's go home." Stiles sat up finally.

"One more thing." Derek said standing. "This is your home as much as it is mines. Everything that I have Stiles is yours."

"Derek-"

"I mean it." The older kissed the younger on the forehead then lips. "I want you involved in my life more. You're my top priority."

"Derek…" Stiles smiled and kissed his mate back.

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Later that night Stiles entered his home surprised that his father was home at nine.

"What are you doing here?" The teen asked.

"I decided to take some time off. You're right Stiles, I need to take a break." The teenager smiled at his dad, happy that finally his dad was taking care of himself.

"I'm glad you're taking care of yourself now. Do you want me to fix you anything for dinner?"

"No, it's late. I'll just have a salad and go to bed." The sheriff said getting up from his chair in the living room.

"It's only nine."

"When you haven't had a restful night's sleep in a while nine is late, trust me." Mr. Stilinski nodded to his son before disappearing into the kitchen.

Stiles started upstairs but stopped and turned around. "Hey dad." Stiles said poking his head into the kitchen.

"Yeah?" His father asked turning his head to face his son.

"I'm sorry about the other night."

"Don't worry about it. I said some…off things too. Don't let it stress you out kiddo." His father smiled at him and Stiles nodded back before hurrying upstairs to be with Derek.

Maybe…the only thing needed was sleep…

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Oh, my gawd, Stiles and Derek are getting married! *throws streamers* I couldn't have seen this day coming!

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