Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 39

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

"Let's take it one day at a time. For now, let's enjoy being parents and watching them grow," he said, wrapping his arm around me. "We'll figure the rest out as it comes."

As we stood there, I felt a renewed sense of determination. Whatever the future holds, we will face it together as a family. The journey might be uncertain, but with Damon by my side and the triplets' laughter filling our home, I knew we could handle anything.

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Stiles's Pov

As the weeks went by, we had been closely observing Asher, who had started to show some unusual traits. While his fangs had returned to normal, there were moments when his agility and speed made us both raise an eyebrow. Cayley and Henry hadn't shown as many signs, but they were definitely getting a bit faster, especially during playtime.

One evening, as we were winding down after dinner, I turned to Damon. "Have you noticed how much quicker Cayley and Henry have been lately? They just seem to dart around the house."

Damon nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yeah, they've been pretty speedy. I wonder if it's just normal growth or something more."

"Part of me wonders if it has anything to do with Asher's little 'vampire incident'," I replied, leaning back against the couch. "What if there's some connection between them?"

"Could be," he said, rubbing his chin. "But it's hard to say. The kids are still so young, and they could just be developing their coordination and reflexes."

"True," I conceded, watching the triplets play in the living room. They were running around with their toys, giggling and chasing each other. "It's just a lot to take in. I want to make sure they're happy and healthy, and I don't want them to feel any pressure."

Damon smiled reassuringly. "We're doing a great job, Stiles. They're happy, and they have a loving home. Whatever's happening, we'll figure it out together."

I felt a rush of gratitude for him. "Thanks, Damon. It's nice to know we're in this together."

As the kids played, I felt a wave of joy wash over me. They were full of life and energy, and their laughter echoed throughout the house. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.

Later that night, after the kids had gone to bed, I found Damon in the kitchen, making a late-night snack. "What are you up to?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Just whipping up some peanut butter and banana toast," he said with a grin. "Want some?"

"Sure, I'm always up for a midnight snack," I replied, joining him at the counter. "I was just thinking about the triplets. I really hope we're not making too much of their behavior."

"Stiles, it's natural to worry. You're a great dad, and it's good that you're paying attention," he said, spreading peanut butter on the bread. "But we should also let them be kids. If they're showing signs of speed or agility, it could just be a phase of development."

"Right," I said, taking a bite of the toast. "I just wish we had more answers. It's one thing to worry about the possibility of them having vampire traits, but if they do, I want to make sure they're prepared."

Damon nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, let's keep encouraging them to be active and enjoy their childhood."