Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 37

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

I squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. "Thank you for being my rock, Damon. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

As we sat there, surrounded by the warmth of our family and the memories we had created, I felt a renewed sense of hope for the future. This birthday was just the beginning of a new chapter filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more adventures to come.

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The buzz in the air was palpable as the days passed after our birthday celebration. With her usual enthusiasm, Rebekah had decided it was time to start planning her wedding to Liam, and she was determined to involve everyone in the process.

One afternoon, while I was working on some paperwork at home, my phone buzzed with a message from Rebekah.

Rebekah: Can you meet me at the café? I need your help with wedding planning!

I smiled at the message, excited at the prospect of being part of something so special. I quickly replied, letting her know I'd be there in fifteen minutes.

When I arrived at the café, I spotted Rebekah seated at a table, a notebook sprawled in front of her, and a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

"Stiles! You made it!" she exclaimed, standing to give me a hug. "I need your expertise. Planning a wedding is a lot of work!"

"I'm all yours," I said, sliding into the seat across from her. "What do you have in mind?"

Rebekah leaned in, her voice filled with excitement. "So, I want it to be perfect—something that reflects Liam and me. But I have no idea where to start!"

"Let's break it down," I suggested, glancing at her notebook filled with ideas. "What's your vision?"

"I want it to be intimate but elegant. Something that feels like us," she said, her fingers tapping on the table. "And I've been thinking about a beautiful outdoor ceremony, maybe at the park where we first met."

"That sounds lovely," I replied, already picturing the setting. "You could decorate it with fairy lights and flowers. It would be romantic."

Rebekah's eyes sparkled. "Exactly! And maybe we could have a little reception afterwards with close friends and family."

"Sounds like a plan. What about the dress?" I asked, curious about her style.

"I have a few ideas," she said, pulling out a couple of magazine clippings. "I want something classic but with a modern twist. Liam loves when I wear white, so I think I'll go with that."

I nodded, looking at the images. "These are beautiful choices. I can't wait to see what you choose!"

As we continued to brainstorm, I could see her excitement grow. "And I want you to be a part of the planning, Stiles. You and Damon are so important to me. I'd love for you to help with the logistics."

"Of course! I'd be honored," I replied, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "Let's make this the best wedding ever."

Over the next few weeks, we met regularly to discuss every wedding detail. Rebekah's enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself getting caught up in the excitement of it all.

One evening, as we sat together at the café, Rebekah flipped through her notes. "I was thinking about colors. What do you think about a navy blue and gold color palette?"