Sterek Ficlets

Yours. Mine. Ours.

Derek and Stiles were grocery shopping with their youngest, Bailey in the cart. Their second oldest, Carter, was hanging off the cart and their oldest, Myria, had gone to grab something on the list a couple aisles over.

Everything was fine until a voice they knew all too well said. "D-Daddy!!" Stiles and Derek hurried that way to see a couple older teens cornering their oldest. Derek was furious and stepped towards them.

Carter glared and cried out. "Leave my sissy alone!"

The two teens turned and shared identical smirks. "Boo hoo. Awe these your daddies?"

"Uh huh. T-That's my Daddy and that's my Daddy. They're the best..." Myria said with a small smile despite the wavering of her voice.

"Shut up pipsqueak," one of the teens snarled.

Derek felt a growl start to form but pushed it down. He glared at the teens only to find them shaking in fear. He tensed thinking his fangs had dropped or his eyes were flashing. It was always him that lost control when it came to their kids, but the teens were looking at something next to him. Derek was confused because the only person there was–Stiles.

Stiles was shaking with fury, his hands balled into fists. His eyes were almost black, and his voice was cold as ice. "Get the fuck away from my daughter! I'm her father. My husband is her father, and you will not touch my child again. Give her the cereal and leave!"

Derek watched in awe but gently took Stiles's hand and intertwined their fingers to ground his husband. He watched as the teens turned tail and ran after giving their daughter her cereal.

She ran into Stiles's arms. "I'm ok Daddy. I love you," she said softly as much to reassure her dad as his hug was to reassure her.

Stiles clung to her, and Derek could tell Stiles was scenting her so fiercely to comfort himself but also to apologize for his anger but knew his husband wouldn't take back what he did.

***

Stiles and Derek cuddled up in bed after the kids were asleep and were watching tv. Stiles was very quiet and hadn't said much since the grocery store.

Derek turned the volume down to a dull thrum. "Stiles, Honey? Want to talk to me about it?"

Stiles breathes out. "They're our kids Der. Our kids. Yours. Mine. Ours. Which, great movie!"

"Classic for sure," Derek agreed with a smile.

Stiles gave a small smile in return. "Right?! Aaaanyways, our daughter looked beyond terrified, and we were right there. She was scared because we were further away in terms of proximity, but the teens weren't scared at first. Bad people won't be scared and we won't always be there. What happens then?" he asked softly.

Derek's wolf whined at his mate's vulnerable state. "Oh Stiles. We raise our children to defend themselves when necessary. We teach them to be kind even when others aren't. We show them love so they recognize it even when it's hidden. So far we're doing a pretty damn good job."