Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 38

Previously on

Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

As I looked around at my family—Rebekah and Liam, the triplets, Damon, and even Finn, who had begun to reintegrate into our lives—I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey we had taken. We had overcome challenges, celebrated joys, and created memories that would last a lifetime.

This was our family, our life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Stiles's Pov

As the days rolled closer to the triplets' fourth birthday, I felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia. I couldn't believe how fast they were growing up. It seemed like they were tiny babies just yesterday, and now they were becoming little people with their personalities and quirks.

One afternoon, Damon and I were in the kitchen, prepping for their upcoming birthday party. As I placed the freshly baked cupcakes on the counter, the smell of freshly baked cupcakes filled the air.

"Can you believe they're turning four?" I said, glancing at Damon as he sorted through party decorations.

"It feels like a milestone," he replied, a smile creeping across his face. "They're officially out of toddlerhood. I can't believe how much they've grown."

I nodded, feeling a swell of pride. "And they're all so unique. Cayley is our little dreamer, Henry is the adventurer, and Asher is the thoughtful one. They keep us on our toes!"

"Absolutely," Damon said, chuckling. "But with all the chaos they bring, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love seeing their personalities blossom."

As we continued to decorate, a thought crossed my mind, one that had been lingering since their birth. "Damon, have you thought about... what if the triplets end up being vampires? I mean, given our history?"

He paused, glancing at me with a thoughtful expression. "It's a possibility. They were conceived when you were a vampire, and you still have that connection."

"Right, and you're still a vampire, too," I added, feeling curious and concerned. "What does that mean for them as they grow up?"

"I don't know," Damon replied, his brow furrowing. "We'll have to wait and see. But I think we should be prepared for anything. If they do show signs of being vampires, we'll handle it together."

"Yeah, but part of me hopes they don't," I admitted, feeling worried. "I mean, I wouldn't wish the struggles of being a vampire on them. They should have a chance to grow up as humans."

Damon stepped closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Whatever happens, we'll make sure they're happy and healthy. Our experiences don't define their futures."

"True," I said, feeling comforted by his words. "But I still can't help but wonder what life would be like if they are vampires. It could change everything."

"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it," he said, his voice steady. "Right now, let's focus on making their birthday the best it can be."

As the days went by, I couldn't shake the thoughts about the triplets' potential vampire lineage. It occupied my mind as I planned for their party, and I found myself watching them closely, wondering if I would see any signs.

On the morning of their birthday, I woke up to the sound of giggles coming from their room. I smiled, the excitement filling the air. Damon and I had decorated the house the night before, and I couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw everything.