Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 33

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

As we enjoyed our breakfast, I couldn't help but think about how far we had come and how much more there was to look forward to. The triplets' first birthday had been a milestone, a celebration of not just their first year of life but also of our journey as a family.

With Damon by my side and our beautiful children growing up, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The future was uncertain, but I knew that as long as we faced it together, we would continue to build a life filled with love, joy, and unforgettable moments. 

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Stiles's Pov

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Life in Beacon Hills had settled into a comfortable rhythm, with each of us finding our place in the world. The triplets—Cayley, Henry, and Asher—were now lively three-year-olds, full of energy and curiosity. Their boundless enthusiasm kept Damon and me on our toes, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

As for me, I was in the final stretch of college, balancing my studies with being a parent. It was challenging, but I knew that earning my degree was important for our future. Damon had found his calling working at the Beacon Hills Library, where he took great pleasure in helping people find books, organize events, and share his love for literature. He was in his element, and seeing him so happy brought me endless joy.

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop, finishing a research paper. The kids played with their toys while Damon prepared breakfast in the living room.

"Pancakes are almost ready," Damon called out from the stove, his voice carrying a note of excitement. "Anyone want chocolate chips in theirs?"

Cayley, who had been busily building a tower out of blocks, looked up with wide eyes. "Me! Me!" she shouted, her enthusiasm infectious.

Henry and Asher quickly chimed in, their voices overlapping in a chorus of agreement. "Me too!" "And me!"

I smiled as I hit save on my document and closed my laptop. "Sounds like chocolate chip pancakes are a unanimous decision," I said, standing up to join them in the kitchen.

Damon grinned as he flipped the pancakes with practiced ease. "I think I've finally perfected the art of making pancakes for a crowd. All it took was a few years of practice."

I laughed, leaning against the counter. "I'd say you've done pretty well. The kids love your pancakes, and so do I."

He flashed me a smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I do aim to please."

As we sat down to breakfast, the triplets chattered excitedly about their plans for the day. Every Saturday, we tried to do something special as a family—whether it was a trip to the park, a visit to the library, or just a movie night at home.

"Can we go to the park today?" Henry asked, his big blue eyes shining with hope. "I want to play on the swings!"

Cayley nodded eagerly, her curly hair bouncing as she spoke. "And the slide! Please, Daddy?"

Asher, always the quiet one, simply smiled and nodded in agreement, his eyes full of mischief.

I looked over at Damon, who raised an eyebrow as if to say, How can we resist?

"Looks like the park it is," I said, laughing. "But only after you finish your breakfast. Deal?"

"Deal!" the triplets shouted in unison, quickly turning their attention back to their pancakes.