Unspoken - Book 6 - S.S.

Extra: Christmas wish

A/N: So, because it's Christmas and I was missing my babies Stiles and Diana, I decided to give you all a little gift, so, here it is! I hope you enjoy it! And, again, if you do celebrate Christmas, I hope you had a wonderful day. If you don't, hope you enjoyed today regardless!

Stiles couldn’t help the huge smile on his face as he watched the way Diana moved around in his house, working in the kitchen to finish up the last touches on the Christmas dinner she had made a point of making for them while his dad just stood close to her, but not close enough to be a nuisance to her, still a little unsure on how to help her at all. Still, he stood nearby, ready to get anything she needed for her if she asked, feeling a little guilty that Diana was doing so much for him and Stiles since the two of them were absolutely hopeless in the kitchen.

Diana didn’t mind it, though. It was true, she wasn’t all that talented in the kitchen - sure, she could follow a recipe well enough, but that was about it -, but she did know neither of the Stilinski men could barely turn on the oven without causing a minor explosion, so she supposed it’d be a better idea for her to take one for the team. Besides, considering she and Stiles had both been incredibly busy with their college assignments and lectures, it had been a while since she had had the chance to prepare and eat a nice meal that didn’t include some sort of instant noodles so, really, she was doing it as much for her as she was for the Stilinskis. Not that Noah Stilinski really believed her when she told him as much.

“Are you sure you’re okay cooking all of this?” The man asked yet again, watching, almost worriedly, how Diana kept on moving around the kitchen and doing three thousand different things at the same time. “It’s just us three tonight for dinner. We really didn’t need anything fancy, you know?”

“Look, I love you, sheriff, but I’d rather not have pizza for Christmas dinner.” She said, as Noah just smiled at her. “And, really… It’s okay. I want to do this, okay? Don’t worry.”

"Yeah, dad!" Stiles called from the fireplace, tangling himself even further in the Christmas lights as Diana and Noah turned around to look at him. "And, let me tell you… She tried that turkey recipe a few weeks ago and it turned out great!"

"You tried this recipe before?" Noah asked, turning back around to look at Diana as the young woman shrugged.

"Wanted to make sure I wouldn't ruin it somehow."

At her words, Noah Stilinski let out a chuckle, a fond smile on his face as he shook his head at Diana.

"You're too kind." He said. "I'm still not sure why you decided to date my son out of everyone."

"Hey!" Stiles whined from the living room, tripping over all of the wires around him in his haste to get to them, as the two of them laughed. "I can hear you, you know?"

"Good." Noah nodded at his son, who, as dramatic as ever, gasped, in mock offense. "Now, pick yourself up and finish hanging on those lights, please. We need to at least decorate the house or your girlfriend is gonna be doing everything for our Christmas celebration and I won't be having that."

Diana laughed again, shaking her own head at the way Noah was still very much trying to overcompensate her stay there during Christmas and how much she was helping them out. But, if he only knew… If he understood, he'd know just the fact that he was even letting her stay around for Christmas dinner was more than enough for her. Especially considering Charles was still M.I.A. ever since he and Monroe left Beacon Hills a few months before and Peter… Well, Diana still wasn't sure he'd welcome her for a Christmas family dinner in his fancy duplex in the city just yet. So, yes… Pretty much, Diana had no family that Christmas - and, as much as she did see the pack as her family, they all had parents and relatives to visit during the festivities, so they had all agreed to meet up at New Year's instead -, so she was and would be eternally grateful for Stiles and his dad for welcoming her into their home - into their little family - with open arms and without batting an eye.