A/N: Oh mah goodness! This fic is almost done! Omg, omg, omg! It kinda makes me sad! I've been working on this for almost half a year and now I only have a couple chapters left! Don't worry though, a few of those chapters are going to be the much awaited smut! I have several different fics lined up after this one is complete so stay tuned for those! Plaid Cotton Pajamas is still in the works and I really shouldn't have posted that while I was still working on this one since I'm more focused on this one.

WARNING: not much in this chapter but overall DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, GAY SMUT, and RAPE!

DISCLAIMER: I no own Teen Wolf. Sad face.

ENJOY!

Chapter 21

Stiles woke up with his head filled with cotton and mouth dry as the Sahara desert.

"Uuuuggghhhh." He let out a long suffering groan and pressed a palm to his forehead.

"You awake for real this time?" a grumbling voice came from beside him and he jumped slightly at the unexpectedness of it.

Slowly he turned onto his side and gave Derek a long look. Derek had obviously been asleep as well, his hair sleep mussed and the tiredness still clinging to his eyes.

"Um, I think so? Why? How many times did I 'wake up'?" Stiles asked groggily.

"I lost count after 5."

"Dang, that many times? I don't even remember any of them."

"I'd be surprised if you did. You were so out of it from the meds that I'm surprised you're even awake now."

Stiles nodded. Groaning he stretched as much as he could without it hurting and was relieved when his stiff joints popped. His arm was still in the immobilizing sling but didn't hurt even when he sat up since the pain meds were still in effect. A slight squish from his ass made him freeze.

"Um…" he said hesitantly and turned to stare at Derek with slightly humiliated eyes. "My ass is…wet?"

Derek's tired expression morphed into a slightly wicked one before leveling out again. "The medicine has to be applied every six hours. I've already applied it twice."

Stiles scoffed, arm flailing a bit in embarrassment. "And my dad just let you?!" he squawked.

"He certainly didn't want to do it. Though, if it makes you feel better, I didn't look."

"No, that does not make me feel better! I'm dirty down there and gross and I was asleep and I must've been…guuuuh." Stiles let out a disgruntled noise and covered his face with one hand. "At least tell me I didn't make any weird noises." He pleaded.

Derek was silent for so long that the mortification finally set in to stay. When Stiles turned to look at him the slight smirk on Derek's face was confirmation enough.

"How long until it has to be done again?" Stiles asked, blowing out a breath and trying to simply accept this situation and move on.

"I applied it about an hour ago so not for a while longer."

"Good, good. I can do that myself."

"Now that you're up you should probably shower and go see your dad. He's been worried sick about you."

Stiles nodded and carefully slid his feet off the bed and placed them on the floor. His body was still pretty numb from the meds but he could feel the ache from all his wounds that medicine could do nothing about. It was simply the presence of them that brought the discomfort. At least it wasn't so bad that he couldn't work through it.

When he tried to rise to his feet the world swam in front of his eyes and he sat back down again to regain his equilibrium before trying again. A hand at his back helped push him upright and stayed there while he steadied himself.

"I'm coming with you. I don't want you injuring yourself further by falling over."

"Right. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." Stiles agreed without a hint of argument since he really did fear for his wellbeing in this state.

"I'll walk you to the bathroom then I'll grab some clothes."

"Sounds good."

Carefully Derek led a wobbly Stiles out of his room, across the hall, and into the bathroom. Stiles settled gingerly on the toilet lid beside the bath before Derek let go. He reached over and pushed the knob all the way over to hot so that the water could warm up before they got in.

"I'll be right back."

"Mkay." Stiles agreed before the bathroom door shut behind Derek.

Stiles carefully removed his clothing sitting down. His pajama shirt had been put on over his sling so he didn't have to take it off in order to remove his shirt, thank goodness. He didn't know if he'd be able to get it off otherwise. Once he was naked he leaned over into the tub and stoppered the drain so the hot water could fill the tub. A bath right now sounded way better than a shower and it would be easier to avoid getting water on his sling. The water rose steadily and the rhythmic sound of the water was lulling him into a daze. When the sound of the door finally echoed through the bathroom it started Stiles so bad he almost slipped off the toilet and into the bath.

"Whoa!" Stiles cried before righting himself. "What took you so long? Clothes don't take that long to find, well, actually, in my room they might. But you've got wolfy senses! You should be able to sniff 'em out at the very least."

Derek raised one expressive eyebrow at him inquisitively before placing their changes of clothes on the counter beside the sink.

"I was talking to your father, telling him you're awake and cleaning up before you go down."

"Oh! Ok, that makes sense. Was he worried? He's been sleeping right? Does he know the whole story of what happened?" the last question was asked quietly, hesitantly.

"He knows." Derek says just as quietly. "It was kind of obvious what had happened. He hasn't been sleeping well because of it but he'll be alright. It's kind of dumb to ask if he's worried since even I'm worried."

Stiles looked up into Derek's pinched face. To anyone else it would have simply looked like his typical silent brood but Stiles knew better by now. Those surprisingly soft lips were turned down slightly in the corners and those bushy eyebrows were drawn ever so subtly up into a worried frown. Reaching up Stiles held his hand out for Derek's face and was pleasantly surprised when he actually bent down in front of him. Stiles slid his hand over Derek's longer-than-usual stubbled jaw and cupped his jaw. Gently he caressed his jaw with his thumb before smoothing the tight pinch between his eyebrows. Derek's expression slowly evened out into a calmer, more open expression that made Stiles want to melt.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. It was a dumbass move to leave without one of you guys. I kind of…panicked." Stiles confessed with shame.

Derek just shook his head and took a hold of Stiles hand and pressing a gentle kiss into the palm before turning it over and pressing another kiss onto his bandage wrist. Stiles gasped and tried to pull his arm away but Derek held on stubbornly, his breath ghosting over the bandage and exposed skin.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. Did you do this last night?"

Stiles swallowed around the lump in his throat before giving a shallow nod. "I… I woke up from a nightmare. It was…bad. You weren't there and I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I promised that I wouldn't and I keep on letting you down. Then I went and made the stupid-ass decision of leaving the house without one of you and this happened." Stiles said, gesturing with his whole body at the situation as a whole.

"I understand, it's ok. Just…" Derek huffed, trying to control the vehement feelings inside of him. "never, ever do that again. Don't…don't leave me. I finally have you, I can't lose you too."

They were silent, the only sound was the splashing of water into the slowly filling tub. Stiles gazed at Derek with sadness but also passion. He hadn't realized just how strongly Derek felt for him and really it shouldn't have surprised him. He'd shifted into a full wolf for him, to save him. He'd applied salve to his ass for heaven's sake! It shouldn't surprise him that Derek cared this much.

"I think I love you." Stiles blurted all of a sudden probably too loudly.

Stiles' eyes went wide and would've slapped his hand over his mouth if Derek hadn't been gripping it tightly. Derek's eyes flashed at him, glowing blue briefly before hazel set back in.

"I might hold overtly fond feelings for you too." Derek growled, voice not fully human.

Stiles felt his body flush hot with a strong blush, feeling overwhelmed. His heart was pounding hard in his chest and even with the pain meds it felt like it was painfully full to bursting. But it was a good feeling. Actually, it was a great feeling. He never wanted this feeling to fade, ever.

"Good." Stiles said, his natural bravado pushing past his speechlessness. "Because I won't be letting you go anytime soon and I expect your full cooperation."

Stiles looked away from Derek with a petulant expression, his face aflame. The blush grew as a deep rumble of a laugh vibrated up his arm and echoed in his chest. Looking into the tub Stiles saw that it was mostly full so he tugged his hand away and turned it off to distract himself from making a fool of himself. Or…anymore of a fool.

Together they get up and Derek removes his clothes before getting into the bath first, pulling Stiles in after him and into his lap. The hot water stings his many cuts but the bandages on his chest and arms are high enough on his body that they stay above water. They bathe in comfortable silence, Derek carefully washing Stiles' body and avoiding as many bruises and cuts as possible even though Stiles wasn't even sure he'd feel them with the meds.

After a half an hour they're both pruning up and feeling refreshed. Derek wordlessly helps Stiles out of the bath again and dries him off even though Stiles insists he's not an invalid and can do it himself. After almost falling over in an attempt to dry his leg he takes back everything he said and claims to be the invalid he definitely is. Derek gives a small chuckle at that that makes Stiles' heart flutter so loud Derek can hear it and only makes him chuckle even more.

Once they're dressed Stiles feels a bit of anxiety crawl through him at the prospect of talking to his father about what happened but Derek simply takes his hand and squeezes reassuringly. Just like that the anxiety eases and he gives Derek a small smile before he opens the door. His father is downstairs sitting on the couch pretending to watch a baseball game rerun when they finally enter.

"Stiles!" his father jumps up immediately to wrap his son in a gentle but firm hug.

Stiles wraps his good arm around his dad's back and squeezes as much as he can before letting go.

"Hey dad, whatcha watchin'?"

Papa Stilinski moves from the couch to the arm chair so that Stiles and Derek can take the couch. Clicking the remote the television flickers off.

"Nothing now. How are you feeling?" his dad starts off by asking.

Stiles takes a deep breath and leans into Derek slightly for support before nodding. "I'm doing ok. The pain medication is still working pretty well and I can hardly feel any of the cuts or bruises."

Papa Stilinski nods and clasps his hands together as he leans forward in his chair. "You ready to talk about this?"

Stiles blows out a breath. "Well, I don't think I ever will be so I'd rather just get it off my chest before I chicken out."

"Ok. Then I think you should just start at the beginning of that night. You woke up and what happened. Derek, feel free to fill in any details."

Stiles looks at Derek. "Actually, I don't even know why you weren't there last night. I think it'd be better if you started and not me."

Derek looked like he'd rather swallow nails but gave a nod. "I got a call around three a.m. that night and the caller I.D. said that it was you sir." Stiles' eyebrows rose in surprise, he wasn't expecting that. "When I picked up you, or what I now know as the creature, said that you'd found a lead on the creature and needed my help right away. I told you…it that Scott or Isaac should be the one to help but then it said that it needed the stronger one to take it down if we found it. It made sense so I called up Scott and told him to get over here to watch over Stiles."

"Wait, if Scott was supposed to be there then why did I wake up alone?" Stiles interrupted.

"I was just getting there." Derek berated him with a stern look and Stiles made a pantomime of zipping his mouth closed. "When I called Scott I told him that he needed to get over here right away and hung up without waiting for his response. He arrived only three minutes later and it was so fast that I should have been suspicious but once I saw him outside your window I just took off out the front door since I have a key and didn't want to unlock your window. I didn't know that it wasn't Scott but the creature under the window. It was all my fault that this happened to you Stiles. I'm so sorry."

Stiles gave him a light smack on the cheek and a firm look. "Dude, you couldn't have known and if you thought it was my dad calling then there is no way in hell that I'd want you to waste time getting to him."

"He still should've made absolutely sure that you were safe." His dad said sternly and Stiles threw a glare at him.

"He's right Stiles. I take full responsibility for what happened. I don't know how but I'll do everything I can to try and make up for it." Derek said humbly.

Stiles pouted and crossed his arm as best he could with his other in the sling. "I still don't blame you but I think I can come up with a few things." At that his lips curved upwards slightly.

His dad made a distressed sound and covered his face with his hand while Derek just looked slightly constipated.

"Ok, Derek, you were saying?"

"Right. I went to the address you'd given me off Monroe Avenue near the Interstate Highway 89 but when I got there no one else was there. Immediately I knew that something was wrong and turned around. When I got back to the house Stiles was gone along with his Jeep. I followed the scent of the Jeep until I got to the station but then Stiles' scent just vanished. There was nothing. I couldn't see him, smell him, hear him, nothing. It was like something had completely covered his scent and every trace of him."

Stiles could see the memories flitting through Derek's face and the expression of panic on his face made Stiles' chest tight with the remembrance of his own panic. He ran his fingers down Derek's arm until he got to his hand and gripped it tight as if to say 'it's alright, I'm right here, safe and sound'. Derek's fingers curled around him and when Stiles looked back up into his face the panic had subsided. Derek was still continuing with his side of the story.

"It took me a long time to find any trace of him. I searched all around the station but there was nothing so I had no idea which direction he'd gone in. I took a gamble and went into the woods simply because the last time Stiles had been attacked he'd been in the woods and it was in the opposite direction from where I'd come from. I just ran into the woods searching for anything that would help me find Stiles. It took me a long time before I finally caught Stiles scent against a tree. It smelled like Stiles had caught himself on it since there was blood on the bark. That's when I howled the first time and Stiles must've heard me because he screamed for me."

Derek looked like he was choking for a second before turning his tortured eyes onto Stiles. "I don't ever want my name to be called like that ever again. Ever."

Stiles blinked rapidly to dispel the burn of tears from behind his eyes and nodded.

Derek cleared his throat before continuing. "The knowledge that Stiles was in trouble, that he was hurting made my wolf lose control and before I knew what was happening the wolf took over completely. It hurt a lot. Changing shape, the bones and organs rearranging themselves hurt more than almost anything I've felt before but I remember the power I felt standing in the form of my wolf. It was like the raw energy that came with being a werewolf was let loose. It was both terrifying and satisfying. I knew I had the power to save you…if I could get to you in time. You know the rest." He said to Stiles.

Stiles nodded and finally looked away from Derek and towards his father to continue the story. His father was looking at them with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

"Well, I'll start with when I woke up then. I'd just woken from a nightmare and realized that Derek wasn't with me immediately. I had a minor panic attack before trying to call you. You weren't picking up and when I tried Scott he wasn't picking up either. I didn't remember Derek's number by heart nor Isaac's so I did the only thing that I could think of and drove to the station to find you. When I got there I didn't see your car but when then I saw you walking around the side of the station and didn't even think before I took off after you."

Stiles paused and licked his dry lips, leaning forward towards his dad. "This guy, dad, can turn into anyone. If he has a pair of your clothes then he can mimic you perfectly. When he changes the only thing that he can't change is the clothes and the way he smells. He doesn't have a scent according to the werewolves. Dad, he looked exactly like you and since I don't have a werewolf's nose I didn't know he wasn't you. He lead me into the woods and I followed blindly, needing you after the panic attack and after being unable to reach you or anyone else. I didn't even think that you weren't actually you. I just thought you couldn't hear me."

His dad made a small choked sound a lot like Derek had earlier and covered his mouth with one hand as if to hide his horror. Stiles didn't want to continue, wanted to keep this horror from his dad but his dad had specifically asked him for the whole story so he continued.

"I followed him through the woods. He was too fast though and I lost sight of him before very long but I still kept going, needing to catch up to you. I have no idea how long I walked before I found the flashlight he'd been using and suddenly I just…knew. After that…I don't…he tried to do what he'd done to all the others. Then Derek came and killed him. I didn't see him kill him but I know for sure that it wasn't Derek's blood on his muzzle nor was the sound of bones crunching, Derek's."

Stiles abridged the rape part but he didn't think his father minded. Neither of them wanted to hear about that awfulness, not again. Papa Stilinski drew in a shaky breath and wiped his hands on his pants before leaning back and simply staring at his son. After a few minutes he shook his head and sighed.

"I can't even begin to comprehend what you must've been through and I'm sorry if I made you relive any of that. I'm glad I have the most of the story now though. I need to talk to Scott as well since his form was used."

Stiles nodded. "I was wondering about that too. If Derek called him and he didn't actually turn up then what'd happened to him? Also, dad, what'd happened to you? Did he get you too?"

"No, he didn't get me. I'm pretty sure he was the one that called me though. I was sent on a bogus sighting call as well, across town just like Derek. I could've sworn my phone was on me when I left the station but when I got to the 'scene' it wasn't in my pocket. I'm pretty sure that creature had something to do with that. I haven't been able to find it. Like you two I knew that something was wrong and went home. You weren't there and the door was wide open. When I got to the station your Jeep was in the parking lot and I knew that you were in trouble. I gathered everybody I could and was just about to send everyone throughout the town and woods looking for you when you came out of the forest. Son, I gotta say, never in all my life have I been so scared. Not even when my life was on the line under the Nemeton."

"I'm sorry dad. I…I didn't mean to." Stiles looked away from his father in shame.

"No, son, no. That's not what I mean. I don't think that any of this was your fault in any way. This is all on that sick bastard. Derek, are you sure he's dead?"

Derek growled and from between pointed teeth said, "Very."

Papa Stilinski nodded his head. "He'd better be. Things have a tendency of coming back to life in this town."

Stiles nodded and felt a shiver run through him. If that thing wasn't truly dead then things would surely take a turn for the worst. Again. Why did these things always happen to them? Seriously, everything supernatural and bad always happened to them in this stupid Hell hole of a town.

"Alright kid, you hungry? I'm completely done with this conversation until further notice and I know you haven't eaten in who knows how long." Papa Stilinski muttered and pushed himself up out of the chair.

"I could eat." Stiles agreed with a nod.

Derek helped him off the couch and into the kitchen after his father and set him into a chair at the table, taking the chair right next to him.

"Anything you want in particular?"

"Grilled cheese with tomato soup?" Stiles asked.

"You got it kid. Anything for you Derek?"

"Same."

Papa Stilinski nodded and busied himself with getting things out of the fridge and pantry while Stiles watched him, his head resting against Derek's shoulder.

"This has been a seriously shitty couple of months."

"It's been a pretty shitty couple of years." Derek corrected and Stiles had to agree.

"Ever since Laura came back I guess. If she'd stayed in New York with you then she'd never have died and you Uncle wouldn't have killed her and gained psycho Alpha powers and bitten Scott when we were out looking for Laura's body. I'm really sorry about that by the way. I was a stupid kid and thought that it would be fun to go and look at half a body. I didn't even think that the body might actually have a family." Stiles apologized feeling grim.

"You're right. It could've gone that way but then I never would've come back and met all of you. I'd never have had my betas or met you. I think that while I miss Laura every day and I wish none of this had ever happened, if it hadn't happened then I wouldn't be here."

Stiles gave a small smile and looked up into Derek's face. "You've really grown up Der-bear."

Derek glared at him but Stiles could tell there was no real heat behind it. "Don't call me that."

"I'll call you what I want. Der-bear." He said again just to spite him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Derek's lips but other than that he didn't grace Stiles with a response. Stiles took that as a win and rested his head back onto his shoulder. It only took another ten minutes or so for the soup and sandwiches to be ready. A huge plate was served in the middle of them and three bowls were distributed to each of them. Stiles dipped a sandwich into his soup and took a huge bite, groaning when the wonderful taste burst across his taste buds.

"Soooo gooood! Real cheese is way better than that nasty fake American Slices stuff. I don't even know what that's made of. Is that even cheese? I don't think it is. Real cheese is stringy like this." Stiles emphasized by taking a bite and pulling the sandwich away from him and stretching the cheese across the table. "Now that's real cheese!" he mumbled around his bite.

"I didn't realize you cared so much about cheese." His dad muttered as he slurped a spoonful of soup.

"Of course! Cheese is like the holiest of dairy products! It's delicious salty, cheesy, stringy goodness is absolute perfection!" Stiles declared before dunking his sandwich again and moaning around the bite.

Derek carefully schooled his face and actions into calmness so that neither Stiles nor his father could tell just how much those lewd and totally inappropriate moans were getting to him. The mouth on that boy was going to the death of him from the way it moved to the sounds it made. The way Stiles ate was practically pornographic to Derek. By his fourth sandwich and Stiles' second Derek was already sporting an uncomfortable half hard-on under the table. He was immensely glad when Stiles finished that sandwich and his soup before declaring he was too full to eat any more. The groans of fullness weren't all that better though.

"Dude, hurry up and finish. I wanna go cuddle." Stiles complained at Derek.

Papa Stilinski gave him a hard look but didn't say anything, which Derek was immensely grateful for. Quickly he stuffed the last quarter of his fifth sandwich in his mouth and downed the rest of his soup. He took Stiles' and his bowls and plates to the sink and rinsed them before setting them in the dishwasher.

"You're so polite. Why couldn't you be like that before?"

"Because you were an annoying brat who got on my every nerve. Why would I treat you nicely if you don't treat me with respect?"

"Aw, such as sourwolf. I guess I deserve that." Stiles conceded with a grin before holding out his hand.

Derek took hold of him and pulled him upright, putting a steadying arm around his waist.

"I'm gonna go take a nap daddy-o."

Papa Stilinski nodded and finished up his last bite of sandwich before responding.

"Alright son. I'd say leave the door open but I really don't want to know what goes on in your room. I'm hoping that you both have enough common sense not to do anything while your injured and to use protection."

Derek could physically feel Stiles' temperature rise as he blushed and if he wasn't in the same state he'd have laughed at him.

"Ah, psh, wuh, dad! We're not doing anything! We haven't even done anything…yet." Stiles stuttered indignantly before pouting.

Papa Stilinski waved his hands at them. "Nope, nope, nope! I don't want to know. You just…take care of yourselves and I'll be happy." Papa Stilinski points a threatening finger at Derek. "If you hurt my boy though, you're in for a world of hurt. It'll be a good thing you'll heal from bullets because I'd put one in your dick, you got me?"

"DAD!" Stiles yelled and began dragging a shocked and more than likely traumatized Derek out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. "That was so not needed!"

"Rest well son!" his dad called cheerfully after them.

Stiles stomped up the stairs and into his room, pulling Derek in after him and slamming the door. He leaned against the door with his forehead pressed against the wood and groaned in humiliation.

"My dad can be a little overprotective."

"It's ok. He has a very good reason to be overprotective. For one I'm a werewolf which means I'm more hazardous than a human. Second, you always seem to land yourself in dangerous situations that nearly get you killed. I'd say he has the right to be overprotective." Derek presses up against the back of Stiles, his heat soaking into him. "Besides, if I ever hurt you I'm pretty sure I'd hand the gun and bullets over to him personally."

Stiles spun around and grounded him with a glare. "Don't you dare say that Derek Hale. If you ever hurt me or left me it'd probably be for a good reason. You're not like that. You don't intentionally hurt people simply to hurt them." Stiles reached up and stroked the side of his face. "I need you and I'm not just saying that for posterity or sexy times. I'm saying that because you literally keep me sane. Without you I'd be dead from both outside forces and by my own hand."

Derek grabbed his hand in a tight grip. "I'll keep your hands busy then."

Stiles smirked and wiggled his fingers.

"Later though. You're still hurting and what's happened to you cannot be taken lightly. I don't want to trigger anything that might remind you of what happened so I'm going to wait for a while until you heal both in body and in mind."

Stiles gave him a small, sad smile but nodded. "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea."

Derek pulled him over to the bed and settled the both of them amongst the sheets before pulling the comforter over them, cuddling up to his back.

After a few minutes of silence Derek whispered against Stiles' shoulder, "I'm sorry I couldn't be your first. I'm sorry that had to be taken from you like that after I'd promised."

"Shush. I don't think I can count that as my first time. Sure his dick managed to squeeze its way in but it was only the head and only for the briefest of moments. I'm only so damaged because of how unprepared I was and how rough he was." Stiles carefully turned so he could look at Derek. "When you take my virginity you better make damn sure to thoroughly prep me or I will rip you a new one."

Derek allowed the smallest of smiles before his face went serious again. "I would never hurt you like that. I'll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure."

Stiles smiled at him, a full, toothy grin. "Good. Now shut up or my dick is going to take interest too."

Derek huffed. "Do you have any idea what your eating was doing to me? The noises you make and the way your mouth moves…" Derek shook his head.

"Oo, did I make you hard? Did my mouth turn you on? I bet I could do it again." Stiles smirked, his eyes full of promises.

"Stiles." Derek growled warningly. "Later. Right now you need to focus on healing."

Stiles huffed out a pouty sigh. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

"Good. Now take a nap. I won't let go of you for anything."

"You'd better not."

"Not even to answer my phone. Now shut up and sleep."

Stiles grinned and turned back onto his side, back pressed up against Derek. "Bossy. I might like that." He practically purred.

Derek growled and Stiles laughed before snuggling under the blanket and clutching Derek's arm to his chest where it was thrown over him. It took him a bit to fall asleep since he'd just slept for over twelve hours but his body really did need the rest to heal and finally he fell into a peaceful rest.

A/N: So, this chapter is finally done. You know, when I go back and reread everything I've written I feel like I don't describe things enough. Does it seem that way? Hmm, I've been reading a lot of other fics and I'm astounded by the level of detail and plot in some of them and then I look at mine and I'm all like…blah.

OH! Oh, oh, oh! I've finally written over 400 pages! Wooohoooo! So excited! It totally snuck up on me! This is by far the longest thing I've ever written! I'm planning on a slightly shorter fic for Teen Wolf called Housekeeping in the future, probably after Plaid Cotton Pajamas ch. 2 is finished, so look forward to those!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks so much for sticking with me for all this! I loves all of you! Also, I know that a lot of authors reply to their reviewers but I'm so incredibly awkward that even when I read it I'm just like 'bo;aidfo;a;oesdlnivoas ajno;wrn' with no actual words and just a bunch of feelings. I love you guys, I really do. Thanks for your support! ~hearts~