Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 33

Thank you all so much for your patience! Moving was absolutely the worst and then life started to get fucking hectic. Plus, Babygirl decided to pop out 2 teeth at the same time so she's been super fussy. Anyways, here you go!

Stiles groaned as he sat on the floor of the living room, wings spread wide, playing with a wand above Gizmo's head. It had only been a couple days since he injured his wing, but he still had until Friday before he could retract them and to say he was bored of being stuck at home was an understatement.

"You literally only have the rest of today and tomorrow babe, you will be okay."

That only made Stiles groan even louder, "HOW can you act like this is nothing. I'm so bored, Der!"

Derek chuckled, "We can go do absolutely anything you want on Friday, okay?" Stiles just pouted.

—

Friday came and Derek held true to his word asking Stiles what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to go to a club "and not the Jungle, I'm so sick of that place." he muttered. Which is how they ended up here, at a club two towns over that Derek knew would spike the drinks to let the pack have a good time.

They picked out a few bar tables, Derek left the pack to head up to the bar. "What can I get you handsome?"

"I have a group, three tables." He nodded, "Can you just do aconite shots with everything?"

The bartender nodded with a smirk, "Sounds good to me." She said, as Stiles came up from behind.

"I'll get a top shelf whiskey, neat. He wants something fruity that you can't taste any liquor."

"Rude." Stiles muttered, Derek raised his brows to the younger, "Okay you're not wrong but still."

She smiled softly at the two, "Congrats." she nodded. Stiles scrunched his brows as Derek thanked her.

"Why'd she say congrats?" He asked on the way back to the table, Sipping on his drink. Derek pressed lightly onto the claim mark resting where Stiles' shoulder and neck meet. It sent a shiver through his body, "Oh."

Derek watched Stiles have fun with his packmates most of the night, they didn't do too much other than talk and drink, occasionally dancing together. Stiles and Erica were currently the only ones on the dance floor. Derek watched them, leaning back in his chair. He only had a couple drinks and then switched to water as well as Jackson, the two being the ones to drive everyone. He watched Stiles pull away from Erica and walk back toward the bar, setting his empty glass down. He could hear Jackson saying something to him, Scott and Isaac also contributing to the conversation. Stiles was only at the bar for a couple minutes, chatting with the bartender when some guy who looked as if he stepped out of a teen drama as the quarterback came up behind him, placing a hand on his back. Stiles moved away but greeted the newcomer, Derek felt the growl in his throat rising.

"Derek?" Jackson muttered, clearly annoyed, before turning to follow the alphas gaze, "Oh."

Derek pushed himself up and planted himself beside Stiles, pulling the younger further from the other guy. "You should fuck off."

The other snorted, "And you are?"

"He's-" Stiles started, getting cut off by Derek.

"His husband."

Stiles' eyes shot over to Derek, a smile forming on his face.

"I don't see a ring."

Derek shrugged, "Not yet, but I know you're not dumb enough to not notice this." He snapped, pushing Stiles' shirt collar a bit more, exposing the claim, eyes flashing red.

The stranger's eyes flashed back gold and sighed, irritation filling the room, "my bad."

"Fuck off."

Stiles waited until the other wolf walked away, "Husband huh?" he nudged into Derek.

Derek just ordered another whiskey, protectively wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist. He downed the drink and turned to Stiles, "Yeah, start planning."

"Did you just ask me to marry you in the worst way possible?" He laughed.

"I'll take you to pick out a ring tomorrow."

Stiles smiled, "Fine, but I expect a real proposal, husband."

–

They looked at rings the next day. For whatever reason Derek didn't expect Stiles to be picky. But he was. Very.

"What if we get the wrong ones?"

"How would they be the wrong ones?"

"Like," Stiles sighed, "What if we end up hating them?"

Derek rolled his eyes, "Then we'll get new ones."

"What!? NO. These ones will mean something Derek." Stiles scoffed. "They're not just going to be some normal jewelry you could get any day of the year for whatever reason."

"Then, we'll get new ones when we renew our vows."

That made Stiles beam, "We're gonna renew our vows?"

"Every year."

"Okay."

–

After picking out their rings and placing the order for the two with the right sizes to be made and shipped the two ended up just spending a few days together. It was like the pack just decided that the pair needed alone time and didn't seem to bother coming around. Derek had set up a picnic for the two of them that next Saturday, finding a nice clearing in the preserve.

They ate and laid on the grass looking up at the clouds together, silence filling the space comfortably. Stiles stretched his left hand up above him looking at his finger, imagining what it would be like to wear a ring every day. It wasn't like they weren't already kind of married, but just knowing that Derek actually wanted to marry him? Have a wedding? It made him all warm and fuzzy inside and he couldn't help to think about what else they would do.

Dropping his hand he turned onto his stomach, "So..."

"So...?" Derek mocked, turning his head to look at the other.

"I, um, was wondering..." He paused, biting on his lip. "Do you want kids?"

"Now?" Derek raised his eyebrows in shock.

"No." Stiles snorted, "I mean, unless you want to and then we can talk about it!"

Derek smiled fondly, "I do want kids, just not yet."

He got a smile in return, "Me too." It was quiet again for a moment, "How would we...?"

"Well, that depends, we could adopt. Or get a surrogate."

Stiles nodded, silence wrapping around his head, and drifting into the sky, "What about the whole werewolf thing?"

"What about it?"

"Would it be better to have a supernatural kid?"

Derek shrugged, "I don't think it's any better than having a human kid." He sat up, "There are agencies we can use that can help us if you want a werewolf baby."

"I never thought I'd be asking my husband," He started, making Derek laugh, "if he wants human children or werewolf children."

"Me either."