The Kit and the Cub

I'm Sorry (Actual Chapter Title)

Okay so I know I'm late alright, but I'm have a life and work both of which have been kicking my ass, thoroughly might I add. The title is also my apology for what I have to do to our boy. However, I am finished, and it is ready. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE ANGRY AT ME FOR THIS CHAPTER!

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Tuesday

I woke up at 5:43, two minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I could barely move. Aiden had my waist in a death grip and Paris was curled up in front of me. I'm pretty sure Danny is the one currently squeezing my arm like it would disappear. I took a minute to work out an exit plan that wouldn't wake anyone up. I flexed the stolen arm to gauge how tight the grip was, surprisingly loose. I slowly wiggled my arm free and turned off my alarm just in time. I turned over in Aiden's arms. I rubbed his arm until his grip loosened significantly. I slid out the bed. I made sure everyone was okay before taking a few pictures of them. I went to my bathroom to take care of business and brush my teeth. I walked out and saw Ethan stirring awake.

"Shh go back to sleep pup. I'm just going downstairs." I brushed my hand through his hair until he settled back to sleep. I went to the kitchen and started to cook so I know they eat before school/work. There was a gentle knock on the door as I took the bacon off the stove. I opened it to find Peter standing there. I moved out of the way for him to step in.

"Good morning darling, how are you?" He smirked as he came in. I walked to the kitchen knowing he would follow me.

"It's been a supercharged weekend but I'm recovering alright. Just a lot happened and telling Danny has been a rollercoaster. Not to mention I'm sore because everyone slept in my bed. Overall, though, surprisingly well and I do mean that Peter. I really am doing okay." He let me ramble about the weekend listening raptly with a smile. A genuine Peter Hale smile. My brain shorted out when I thought back to what I had found out last night and I got quiet.

"Stiles? What's wrong?" He got up quickly and pulled me into a hug. I can't tell if my scent changed or if I started crying again but when he grabbed me, I was bawling silently and couldn't stop. He was rubbing my back and shushing me, probably to keep me from waking the others. I was hiccupping. He grabbed a napkin and wiped my face.

"What happened darling? Why are you crying?" I took a few deep breaths.

"My mom. This weekend was a lot." his grip tightened knowing that my mother was my everything. I calmed down and let him go. I went and grabbed the letter, handing it to him to read while I started the eggs. I heard him gasp and flip the pages back and forth.

"Stiles, my god! Are you okay?" He looked at me concerned. I shook my head even though I was still smiling.

"What are you going to do?" he asked slowly and almost hesitantly.

"I don't know yet, but I called my uncle last night, and knowing him he'll be here by Friday at the latest regardless of my choice so..." I trailed off after finishing breakfast. I turned to look at him. He was staring at the papers. I sighed.

"I can't say I am entirely surprised, honestly. You never really behaved entirely human to me. I knew no one would trust my words realistically, so I started doubting myself. I just figured you were a weird kid after a while." He wouldn't look at me while he spoke.

"I would have listened Peter. I always do." I said as I plated everything.

"Anyway. Are you staying for breakfast?"

"No, I have some things I need to do. I just wanted to check on you. Call me if you need anything. If you don't mind, I would like to meet your uncle." He said the usual mask and signature smirk returned.