Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 35

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "And I'll always be here, Stiles. We're in this together, now and always."

As I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of his embrace, I knew he was right. Whatever challenges lay ahead—whether at work or in life—we would face them together, as a family. That thought gave me all the strength and determination I needed to keep going, make a difference, and build a life filled with love and happiness.

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Stiles's Pov

As the weeks turned into months, I settled into my role at the Beacon Hills Department of Social Services. Every day was filled with new challenges, but each family I worked with reminded me why I had chosen this path. The job was demanding—emotionally and mentally—but the rewards were immeasurable.

One afternoon, I met with a family that had recently faced significant upheaval. The mother, Sarah, had just lost her job and struggled to keep her two children safe and happy. As we sat in her modest living room, I could see the weight of her worries etched on her face.

"Stiles, I don't know how I'm going to manage this," she said, her voice shaky. "I feel like I'm letting my kids down."

I leaned forward, my tone gentle but firm. "You're doing your best, Sarah. It's okay to ask for help. That's why I'm here."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. "But what if I can't find a job? What if we lose everything?"

"We'll work together to find resources that can help," I reassured her. "You're not alone in this. Let's start by discussing what you need right now."

As we talked, I guided her through the various options available—financial assistance, job training programs, and local resources that could provide temporary relief. By the end of our session, I could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Thank you, Stiles," she said, her voice steadier now. "I didn't realize there were so many options available. I just felt so lost."

"It's okay to feel that way," I replied, giving her a supportive smile. "But remember, asking for help is a strength, not a weakness. We'll get through this together."

As I drove home that evening, a sense of fulfillment washed over me. Each case reminded me of the impact I could make, and I was grateful for the opportunity to help families in need.

When I got home, the sound of laughter filled the air. Damon had the triplets in the living room, playing a game of hide-and-seek. The moment I walked in, they spotted me and rushed over.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Cayley exclaimed, tugging at my hand. "Come play!"

I laughed, feeling the weight of the day melt away. "Okay, okay! Who's hiding first?"

Henry grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Me! I'll count to ten!"

As he started counting, the triplets scattered, each trying to find the best hiding spot. Damon watched with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"Looks like you have your hands full," he said, wrapping his arms around me as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Always," I replied, smiling as I watched the kids try to conceal themselves behind furniture. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."