4: The Alphas Child- Always And Forever

4

The next few days flew by, Stiles was doing another patrol around the streets of Beacon Hills. Only this time, he wasn't alone. His husband was in the passenger seat of the cruiser, sipping on a coffee and enjoying the silence that surrounded them. It wasn't awkward or tense, it was comfortable and now that Derek thought about it, it's been that way for a few days now— which wasn't normal at all, at least not for Stiles.

Derek licked his lips and placed the coffee cup into the cup holder in the middle console, and he glanced over at his husband. Stiles could feel Derek's intense gaze on him, and he honestly wanted to run. He was waiting for the day Derek would pick up on his silence, and clearly, that day was today. Stiles nervously licked his own lips, fighting the urge to suck his bottom lip between his teeth because he knew that would really set off alarms in Derek's brain.

Derek knew him too well.

"Okay, Stiles. Tell me what's been bothering you." Derek urged, his tone soft, his eyes tender, and Stiles couldn't do anything but grip the steering wheel.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" Stiles responded, his words coming out in a quick breath.

Derek narrowed his eyes, and he huffed a bit.

"You've been quiet for days. I was going to bring it up last night, but I thought I was looking into something that wasn't there... but I was wrong. We have been in your cruiser for over an hour, and you haven't said one word and you haven't tortured me with your musical songs. So." Derek pointed out, and Stiles cursed himself.

He could have at least put on the wicked soundtrack to throw Derek off of his scent a little.

"You told me to stay out of it. So that's what I'm doing. It's easier to stay out of it and hold water if I don't talk." He murmured.

Derek quirked an eyebrow.

"So something is wrong? What happened?" Derek asked. This time, his tone is a little more pushy.

Stiles sighed. His grip was now getting so tight against the steering wheel that his knuckles were turning white like the bones beneath his skin. He shook his head, and for a moment, he thought of what the witch said. Would she really retaliate, though, if he told his husband?

Maybe.

He couldn't take that risk. Unless Derek also agreed to stay out of it.

Stiles glanced over at Derek, and as he pulled up to a traffic light and stopped as it turned red, he swallowed thickly before he spoke.

"I saw the witch the other night on my way home..." He admitted softly.

Derek's eyes got wide, and he adjusted in the seat, so he was able to state at his husband a little better.

"You saw the witch? And you waited this long to tell me? Stiles! You could have been hurt!" Derek scolded, and Stiles rolled his eyes so hard it actually hurt a little.

"I'm a grown man in my late 30s, Derek. I'm a deputy, and I'm good with a gun, and not to mention I'm not longer 140 pounds of skin and bone.. I'm 200lbs and have had skills and training sessions for years. I can take care of myself. Thanks." He reminded his husband, attitude clear and lacing his tone.

Derek softened and nodded, holding his hands up a moment and muttering an apology before picking up his coffee.

"Okay.. I'm sorry.. you're right.." Derek trailed off to sip his caffeine.

"Are you going to tell me what she said?"

Stiles huffed.

"She said to stay out of it. So that's what I did, and that's what I'm doing. For the safety of our family." Stiles informed him, and Derek slowly nodded.

"Alright then... we will stay out of it— Unless things start getting a little too close to home." Derek argued, and Stiles nodded in agreement.

"I can agree with that. I'm not bringing this to Scott, though, because we both know he won't stay out of it."

"Irritatingly true."