Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 40

Previously on

Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

I stood by the window, watching the moonlight filter into the backyard. Damon joined me, his hand brushing mine.

"We did the right thing," I said softly, turning to him.

"We did," he agreed. "They're going to be fine, Stiles. We're a family. Nothing else matters."

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words sink into my chest. "Yeah. We'll face whatever comes together. Always."

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Stiles's Pov

The days after our conversation with the triplets were a mix of emotions. On one hand, I felt relieved that we had told them the truth about what was happening to them. On the other, there was an undercurrent of worry. They were still so young, and while they were beginning to show signs of their powers, they were still developing, still figuring out what they could do.

It was a strange dynamic in our household now—Damon, a vampire, and me, a human. The triplets were somewhere in between, not fully like Damon or me, still growing into their powers and trying to understand what they were. They weren't like Damon yet, not as strong or fast or aware of their abilities. But the signs were there.

"Daddy, I can't do it!" Asher said, his little face scrunched in concentration. He was holding up a toy car, struggling to lift it.

I crouched down beside him, offering a comforting smile. "It's okay, buddy. You don't have to do it all right away. Remember, you're still learning."

"But I want to be strong like Mommy," he replied, his voice filled with frustration.

"I know you do," I said, brushing a hand through his hair. "But even Mommy didn't get her strength all at once. It took time. You've got plenty of time to grow into it."

Damon was in the kitchen, making lunch for the kids. "What's going on here?" he called his voice light and teasing. "I hear some frustrated little vampires."

I smiled and turned toward the kitchen. "He's trying to lift things that are too heavy for him right now," I said, watching Asher try again, this time with a determined look.

"Hey, little man," Damon said, walking over to us with a tray of sandwiches. "You'll get there, I promise. But for now, let's focus on what you can do, okay?"

"Like what?" Asher asked, still holding the toy car, looking up at Damon with wide eyes.

"Well," Damon said, kneeling to his level, "you can do many things that other kids can't. You're faster and stronger than most, but you're also smart. And that's the best power to have. You'll grow into the rest."

"I want to run fast like Mommy," Asher said, his voice eager.

"You're getting there," Damon said with a smile. "How about a little race?"

"I'm in!" Henry shouted from across the room, leaping to his feet.

"Me too!" Cayley added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I laughed and stood up, feeling the warmth in my chest. "Alright, alright. You three think you can beat me? I'm not as fast as you guys, but I'll give it a shot."

The triplets took their positions in the hallway, already shifting into starting positions like seasoned pros. They might not have been fully aware of their powers, but it was clear they were learning, their natural abilities making them competitive in a way that was both heartwarming and terrifying.