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Chapter 4

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The first month of treatment went by and with it each day Stiles began to act more and more like himself. He was regaining a level of normalcy he hadn't had in ages. Derek was right beside him the while time as well, silently cheering his mate on as things got better.

By the second month Deaton had seen immense improvement in Stiles and had lowered his dosage. He also told Derek that by the third month, if they wanted, they could start trying to have a family. This news brought a spark of delight to the Derek, but he didn't out rightly show it, although Stiles could tell just by how confident Derek was walking to the car after their last visit how happy he was to hear that news.

"I'm…nerves." Stiles said getting into the car.

"About having a baby?" Derek asked starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot.

"No…well yes, but also about getting married and moving out of my house…and my dad. I still haven't told my dad…" Stiles said looking down at his gold ring. Every day it was getting easier to wear. Sometimes he would just sit on his bed and stare. Jeez, I'm such a freaking girl. The teen shook his head.

"I'm sure he noticed your ring."

"You think? I feel like he would have said something…" Stiles trailed off looking at his gold ring. His favorite part wasn't the diamonds, or the small detail work around the outside. Instead it was the inside where the two wolves were running around.

"He's probably waiting for you to say something." Derek said turning on to Highway 47.

"Yeah….he probably is…" Stiles tensed up a little thinking about it and Derek reached over and took his hand relaxing the teenager again.

"Calm down." Derek said. "Everything is going to be okay."

"I wish I knew that…" Stiles said looking down at their intertwine hands.

"I'm telling you it will be." Derek said glancing at Stiles. Stiles just nodded slowly looking out the window now. He was content right now in not thinking about anything and just holding Derek's hand.

The SUV pulled up the front of Derek's house and the couple got out. Over the best month Stiles and Derek were spending increasing amounts of time in the Hale mansion at the request of Derek. Stiles didn't mind though, as a matter of fact he enjoyed it. He loved being inside the house and curling up next to Derek in the living room or cooking breakfast and dinner for his mate. It was little things like that that made the house all the more a home to him.

Once inside Derek went upstairs to take a shower and Stiles went into the living room to watch TV. He flipped through the channels, unsure of what to watch as time ticked by. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he quickly pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Stiles, are you busy?" Scott asked. The new werewolf had gotten a job working at a local grocery store in the past month.

"Nope, just watching TV, what's up?" Stiles asked.

"I've met this guy today at the counter and he's a bit off."

"What do you mean off?" Stiles sat up.

"He doesn't smell…human? There is something different."

"Do you think he's a werewolf too? Do you think there are more around here?" Stiles asked quickly. Despite the fact that Stiles and Derek stayed together almost all the time they never really talked about werewolf things unless it was relevant to something.

"I don't know…I kind of want to follow him. I've never seen him around before…" Scott coughed. "I should go I have to finish my shift."

"After you're done come over to my house and we can ask Derek." Stiles said standing up.

"Alright, see ya." They hung up the phone and Stiles hurried upstairs and into the master bedroom where Derek was showering in the on suite.

"Derek!" Stiles yelled banging on the door. "Derek open the door!" A moment later Derek opened the door, panic in his eyes as he looked around.

"What? What is it?" The older man asked.

"Scott thinks he ran into another werewolf at the store, we have to check this out." Stiles said quickly and Derek stared at him.

"You're kidding right?" The werewolf asked.

"No!"

"Stiles I thought you were hurt." Derek turned around and got back into the shower rinsing the soap off his body, but this didn't stop Stiles from coming in and talking to him.

"What if something happens in Beacon Hills again? What if Peter had friends or-"

"Stiles," Derek said strongly cutting the younger boy off. "Don't talk about that. Whatever Scott found out has nothing to do with that. I understand your concern, but right now I think it would be best if you just wait."

"But what if it is?"

"It's not."

"How are you so sure?" Stiles asked staring Derek down. The older man got out of the Stiles and walked toward Stiles, but the teen backed up until he hit a wall. Derek slammed one of his hands on the wall behind Stiles and leaned down and close to the boy.

"Listen to me Stiles, there is nothing to worry about. Scott has no idea what he's talking about, he never had any training. As far as being a wolf is concerned he's a feral animal."

"Don't say that about my friend! And stop trying to act all big and bad because it's not getting you far at all. OoooOooh, look at me I'm Derek Hale, I'm a big bad wolf, I have claws, blah, blah, blah!"

Derek grabbed Stiles and yanked him up so his legs were wrapped around Derek's waist. The man stared at Stiles unamused in the slightest. And even though Stiles could technically take advantage of this situation, because Derek was naked, instead he held on to Derek's neck in fear of falling.

"Okay, okay, you proved your point!" Stiles mumbled blushing. "I get it."

"Look at me." Derek whispered and Stiles looked up slowly through his eyelashes. "You shouldn't worry about this. Let me worry about stuff and you just stay you."

"In case you've forgotten, I always worry."

"So I'm giving you a break." Derek pressed his lips and Stiles and the teen couldn't help but let out a little bit of a moan.

"I love you, Derek."

"I love you too, Stiles."

"Hey…the full moon isn't that far away…"

"It doesn't need to be close." Derek breathed, his flaccid penis started to stand making Stiles blush. The teen managed to center himself enough to reach down and start to toy with Derek's member, making it harder. Derek put Stiles on the ground for a moment so he could quickly remove the younger's clothes. He kissed Stiles neck, nipping at his skin as he went.

"Derek I-"

"Shhh." Derek kissed Stiles lips, biting them a little in the processes before getting rid of the teenager's jeans. He then yanked the boy back up around his waist and started to open him up with his fingers. It didn't take long to get Stiles ready and when Derek pushed inside of his mate Stiles let out a squeal, it was high pitched and made Derek laugh.

"Shut up!" Stiles punched Derek on the arm, but the werewolf just smiled and pushed in deeper until his mate was filled.

"You're everything to me." The older whispered into the younger's neck before he started to pound into Stiles.

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The couple had returned to the Stilinski's household later on in the day. Stiles entered the front door and called into the house.

"Yeah?" His father answered from the living room.

Stiles walked inside and grinned at his dad. "I love you."

"What do you want?" His father asked.

"Can Derek come in and grab a snack?"

The sheriff stared at his son before nodding slightly. Stiles thanked him and went to the front door and get Derek.

"Good Afternoon Sheriff Stilinski." Derek greeted.

"Hello Derek." The Sheriff stood up. "Haven't seen you around here in a while."

"I've been busy."

"Staying out of trouble?"

"Yes, sir." Derek nodded once before following his mate to the kitchen. The two sat at the table and shared a bowl of kale chips.

"I think he's coming around…he's not coming around." Stiles huffed.

"Give him time. He isn't as…tensed about me being here." Derek said watching Stiles fiddle with his hoodie strings.

"Yeah…yeah…I mean…he hasn't said a thing about my ring yet…it's been months…"

"Don't worry about it."

"Derek-"

"Stiles." Derek snapped and the boy looked up at him. "I told you earlier, it's my job to worry about everything."

"Yeah…but you know I can't help it."

Just as Derek was about to touch Stiles' arm to calm him down the doorbell rang and the teen jumped up to get it.

"Hey!" Stiles said as he ushered his buddy Scott inside his house.

"Hello Mr. Stilinski!" Scott called into the living room.

"Hey, Scott!" The adult said without turning around. "How's your job going?"

"Great."

"Good."

Stiles ushered them into the kitchen where Derek was staring unamused at Scott.

"H-hey Derek…" Scott said feeling extremely unwell unexpectedly.

"Sit." He nodded to a chair and the boy sat. Stiles stared at them confused, but sat down as well.

"What did you see?" Derek asked wasting no time getting Scott in and out of the house.

"W-well..it's kind of hard to explain. There was this guy…and he…he smelled like fear…and…" Scott trailed off feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"What's wrong Scott?" Stiles asked.

"Nothing…I…" Scott fell silent.

Derek sighed. "SPEAK!" He commanded and Scott couldn't help but open his mouth now.

"This guy smelled like fear. Like he was close to being murdered. The only other time I smelled something like that was the night Peter was killed. I just didn't like the smell. The guy was extremely thin too…he had a gash his cheek too…under his eye."

"Did he smell like us?"

"I…I don't know…the smell of fear was just too great to really get anything else. He was freaking scared, ya know?"

Derek nodded and Scott diverted his eyes to Stiles.

"That isn't a lot to go on. For all we know he could have been in a car accident earlier or something." Derek leaned back in his chair. "This is ridiculous."

"Do you think he'll be back?" Stiles asked ignoring his mate.

"I don't know. I've never seen him before."

"If he comes back call me as soon as possible and-"

Sheriff Stilinski entered the kitchen and the boys became quite. "What's going on in here?" The sheriff asked as he headed to the fridge.

"Just…talking about taxes." Stiles said casually.

"Taxes? Yeah." The sheriff shook his head ignoring his son as he grabbed a bag of chocolate covered almonds from the fridge and returning to the living room.

"You should get going." Derek said to Scott.

"Yeah, I better." The teen stood.

"You're leaving just because Derek said to?" Stiles asked.

"I…uh…I'm not sure." Scott seemed confused.

"What are you doing to him?" Stiles asked his mate.

"Nothing. He's just lower than me."

"Lower?" Scott seemed confused.

"The rank of wolves is clear cut on some things. While you may be an alpha on your own, or a beta, even an omega, you were bitten which makes you less than a born werewolf. It makes me your alpha regardless of who you are."

"Fuck." Scott huffed.

"Well stop it, you're freaking me out." Stiles mumbled.

"I'm not doing anything, it's just a normal thing." Derek shrugged.

"I'm…just going to go." Scott started to leave.

"If you find out anything call me!" Stiles yelled after his friend. A moment later the sheriff came in once he heard the front door close.

"It's getting late, I think Derek should go home." He said strictly.

"Dad." Stiles mumbled.

"It's already Stiles, I'll see you tomorrow." Derek said patting his mate's shoulder and standing up. "Good bye, Sheriff Stilinski."

"Good bye." Stiles father said watching as Derek closed the door behind him before he sat down at the kitchen table. Stiles started to get up, but his father stopped him.

"We need to talk." His father said.

"Whatever it is dad, I didn't do it, I swear!" Stiles said with his hands up. "I've been with Derek and-"

"I know, Stiles, relax." His father shook his head before rubbing his chin.

"Oh, then, how can I help you?"

Sheriff Stilinski stared at his son for a moment before he slowly reached out and tapped on the table. "Hands." He said and Stiles gulped before he set his hand on the table. "How long have you had that?"

"Are you just noticing it? Because it's a family heirloom and-"

"Stiles, we don't have family heirlooms. At least none that I gave you." His father said calmly.

They stared at each other for a moment before Stiles nodded his head slowly.

"Okay…okay…uhh, don't scream…or shout…or kill me."

"Jesus Stiles…" His father shook his head. "How long?"

"About…two months…" Stiles whispered.

"And you weren't planning on tell me?"

"I…no, dad, no I was planning on telling you. I just…didn't know how?" Stiles rubbed his head. "It happened really fast…not too fast. I mean we thought about this. It wasn't a shot gun decision!"

"Are you already married?"

"WHAT? NO! Dad I'd tell you! We were actually waiting until things settled into place."

"Is this why you didn't go to college?"

Stiles took another deep breath. "We can't afford it dad. I mean, I don't want to put you in dept., or me. Honestly I'd rather just spend some more time at home and just…figure things out more. We want to get married first and, dad please don't yell, but we want to have a child, like start a family and then Derek would work and I'd take care of them and then I'd go to school if I wanted. And I know this is all a lot to take in but I really want to do this and I love you dad, but I also love Derek. He'd…he's everything to me…dad I really do love him…" Stiles heart rate was through the roof by the time he finished speaking. He watched as his dad stood, and went to the fridge. He pulled out two beers and set them on the table.

"Is…one of those for me?" Stiles asked.

The sheriff looked at him and Stiles nodded awkwardly.

"I get it." The teen mumbled.

His father chugged the first beer down before he opened the second one and chugged half of that one down. "Okay…" His father said calmly. "I can't…I can't change your mind on this can I?"

"No, no I love him. I loved him with every fiber of my skinny body." Stiles quickly said.

The sheriff nodded. "Okay…just…Jesus Stiles. When were you planning on telling me? I'm your father!"

"I was scared…I mean Derek said whenever I was ready, and he said you probably already knew."

"It's kind of hard to miss that ring on your finger."

"Why didn't you ask about it earlier?"

"Because I was hoping you'd say something."

"I'm sorry…" Stiles said, he felt tears starting to prick his eyes.

"Don't…don't worry about it Stiles. I just want you to realize that you can come to me for anything. It doesn't matter what it is. Good or bad. I want to know what's going on in your life, and I know over these past few months I've been working like a mad man but it was all in your best interest. I work hard to support you Stiles. I know we don't have the best relationship right now, but I hope this can get better Stiles because I can't take this anymore. I understand you want to grow up, but I want you to involve me in it."

Stiles nodded slowly. "Okay…okay, I'm just…and you're okay with this? Like you're completely okay with everything?" Stiles asked surprised.

"I can't tell you to not marry him at this point…well, I guess I could, but I won't."

"Will...you come visit his house after work tomorrow? It's really nice, you won't even recognize it. He repainted it white."

"I'll think about it. Have you two set a date for this?"

"The wedding? No. I haven't even thought about it actually. A lot of stuff has been happening lately."

"Like what?"

Stiles bit his lip, wondering how much he should tell his father. He'd been keeping the man out of so much that now he seemed like a perfect time to include him in something.

"I've been having these dreams for a few months…" Stiles started. "Actually…nightmares…"

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Hello everyone!

Can you believe all the stuff that went down this chapter? Because I can't! And Stiles is finally opening up to his father for the first time about his nightmares! Eeee!

Also let's not forget about how Derek has more influence than both Scott and Stiles knew.

But can we go back to where Stiles finally told his father that he was engaged to be married and that he wanted to have a child? I think the Sheriff took that pretty well if you ask me. Haha.

Any who, thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

Until next time my lovelies!