Damaged - Stiles Stilinski - 18+ Mpreg

31. Forbidden From the Bite

Hey Guise, I am working on a chapter that would a bestiary for this story in the voice of Stiles so be looking out for that, enjoy the chapter!

May 12th, 2012
4:06 PM

Beacon Hills, California

   Stiles has been deep cleaning the house, "Just pull it out, Isaac," Stiles said frustrated as the wolves weren't letting him do anything. "Behind the fridge and Stove hasn't been mopped for 12 years," Stiles said stressed out.

   "Babe, you aren't moving in with us for another 2 months, you have been cleaning since 6," Isaac told him.

   "But I have to get everything cleaned out, Daddy will never clean up, so I have to clean so good that he won't need to," Stiles said and he knew it was irrational, really, he was only doing this because he was so nervous. He never thought he would be the kid to move out of his parent's house when he turned 18, but he knew his father didn't need 7 crying babies and a wolf pack in his house when he needed to rest from work.

   "Stiles, you only had a biscuit for breakfast, and you haven't had lunch yet," Isaac cupped his face, "please just eat something for lunch, then we can get back to cleaning.

   "O-Okay, you're right,"

   "It's not like you are moving to a new state, only 15 minutes away. You two will see each other all the time. We can even come over here and help him clean,"

   "I am just worried he will be lonely," Stiles looked down at his feet, "It has been so long, it has just been me and him,"

   "I know buddy,"

   "We can get him a dog, the parents of a friend of mine is a Great Dane breeder," Jackson said trying to help out.

   "No, that wouldn't be fair to the dog, he is only home for like 7 hours to sleep. Maybe when he retires in a couple of years," Stiles said as he had already thought about it. "Can you please move the stove and fridge so I can clean behind them, then I will be done for the day?"

   "Okay, that should be fine then," Isaac sighed.

   "I'll order some Chinese,"

   "Ooh, get me a chicken salad," Stiles said, out of all things he could crave it was Salad. He swept up a lot of all of the dirt he could, and Isaac kneeled to catch it in the pan, Stiles got steaming hot water and more cleaning detergent before mopping. Just from the moping it made the mop turn black, Stiles turned his nose up praying he wouldn't find this queasy.

   "Do you want me to draw a bath or call Deaton for a massage?" Isaac saw that Stiles' back was hurting him more, Stiles looked at him annoyed as he took his pain away.

   "Thank you... I will be fine," Stiles closed his eyes in peace now that his pain had been taken away, this would last for an hour, but he was still grateful. "Wanna play some Mario or GTA?" Stiles asked and Isaac nodded.

   "Let's not do GTA this time, it's too violent," Isaac tried to say without letting Stiles know that the game scared him, he never really liked violent things because of his father.