Sterek

Do You Remember? (Pt. 2)

If you want the better ending go to Pt.3.1 after reading this

This is not my video lol

DEREK

Soft snores pull me out of my slumber. I open my eyes and try to stretch but Stiles' arms and legs are tangled with mine. I smile to myself before realizing that this had nothing to do with him remembering our four years together. He was just scared to fall asleep alone. That's all, and I can't think of it any other way.

Last night was scary for both of us, come to think of it. I woke up to the smell of chaos and panic coming from Stiles and, even though I will never admit it, I was pretty worried for him. When I ran up the steps, I heard him whimpering and my instincts kicked in.

I couldn't let anything happen to my mate, even if I wanted to. It took me a while to wake him up, due to the fact that I have learned not to wake up a sleeping Stiles, but when I did, I could barely restrain myself. I was hoping he would ask me to stay, so when he did, I almost cried. I want to keep him safe at all costs.

"Derek? Can we just act like last night didn't happen?" Stiles asks in a croaky voice. My husband has the sexiest morning voice alive, if I do say so myself.

I chuckle before answering. "Sure Stiles," I say while getting up to take a shower. He blushes when my hand slowly trails up his side as I leave. So cute.

I pause at my dresser to get sweat pants and my underwear. Stiles' eyes burn holes through my shirt as I make my way to the bathroom. He always has had an innocent stare that conquers mountains. I get into the shower and let the warm water work on my tense muscles. Stiles' feet pitter-patter on the floor and he knocks on the wooden door.

"Can I come in?" he asks in a normal voice. I guess he remembers that I can hear better than most.

"Yeah!" I yell over the shower head's spray.

STILES

"Yeah!" Derek says, letting me into the warm bathroom.

My shivers stop as soon as my skin hits the humid air. I sigh as I pee. I don't feel particularly weird coming in with Derek here, so I guess I trust him. I flush the toilet then continue on with my morning routine.

All of a sudden, the water stops and Derek steps out with only a towel tied around his waist. My jaw almost drops when I see his body. He ruffles his hair with a towel, oblivious of my stares. I stare at his muscled torso in awe. Tiny water droplets roll down his chest, over his abdomen, and along a certain 'v' that almost makes me melt. He glances at my face and winks at me. My face goes red when I realize I am caught.

"Um. Uh. S-sorry," I mumble, leaving the bathroom in a hurry.

A sigh escapes my mouth and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to re-imagine his perfect body. I notice a tightness in my pants but when I imagine an old lady, it goes away. Huh, I guess I am gay. Now I see why I married him. I hurry and dress myself with a t-shirt and sweat pants that Derek gave me to wear. When I glance at my shirt, I see a yellow bat on it. I wonder what that is. Reed suddenly appears in front of me.

"Daddy? Hold me?" the boy asks, making grabby hands at me.

"Okay?" I say hesitantly. I guess I don't answer him quick enough because his eyes swell and tears spill silently over his eyelashes.

"No, no, no! It's okay buddy," I say, bending down and picking Reed up, grunting with the effort.

He smiles and wipes the tears away, then says, "I'm hungry Daddy."

I go downstairs, Reed sitting on my hip contently, and smell breakfast.

Suddenly, Reed jumps out of my hands and screams as he runs into the kitchen. Groans come from the living room and I smirk at them. I guess werewolves are grumpy in the morning.

On one leather chair Scott sits in Isaac's lap, leaning forward and letting the younger boy kiss his bare back. Lydia, Allison, Malia, and Kira all sit on the large couch, eating breakfast and watching the TV; controlled by Jackson and Liam on the floor. In the love seat, Boyd sits on the far side with Erica's head in his lap, her knees bending over one arm of the chair. I notice that none of the guys are wearing shirts. Do they not own shirts? I think it's also okay to assume that werewolves are very cuddly.

When they notice I am In the room, a chorus of 'Good morning Stiles' floats into the air. The only two people that do not greet me are Scott and Isaac, but I excuse them because they both look half asleep anyways. I make my way to the last open leather chair, but Kira interrupts me.

"Come sit with us, Stiles!" Kira asks in a cheery voice, patting the space between herself and Lydia. They all nod their heads in unison.

"Okay, I guess," I say, making my way back to them. Jackson and Liam lean sideways to keep from missing their show as I pass in front of the TV.

"Yay!" Allison says when I sit between them. Malia, Erica, and Jackson all groan at her loud voice.

"We would really appreciate it if you guys would shut the hell up," Jackson says in an oddly calm voice.

The girls get mad and they argue more. When I think my head might explode, Derek enters the room, silencing the angry voices. I have a premonition that this is normal for them.

"Morning guys," Derek says calmly, looking square at Jackson and Allison. He takes the only seat left.

"Derek knows all," Erica whispers sarcastically into Boyd's ear. I guess she meant to say it loud enough for all of us to hear because Derek looks at her unhappily.

"Morning Papa!" The kid yells, bounding into the room with a smile on his face.

"Good morning cub," Derek says sweetly as he places the boy on his lap.

Silence engulfs the room. Not the awkward silence when you don't know what to say; the type of silence when people can enjoy each other's presences peacefully. Every one just basks in it, but I just feel left out. It is like they are feeling and communicating things I don't understand.

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Sorry you guys. This was sort of a fill in chapter for what is to come.