Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 43

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, you're probably right. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Thinking's your problem," Damon teased, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Just enjoy what we've got, Daddy. Our hands are already full."

I smiled, feeling a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying lift off my chest. He was right—our family was perfect, just the way it was. And as I looked at the triplets, their laughter filling the room, I knew I wouldn't trade this chaos for anything in the world.

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Stiles's Pov

As the noise of the triplets continued to fill the room, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The weight of the day melted away as I sat next to Damon, watching our kids—our crazy, adorable kids—live out their childhood without a care in the world. Even though they were still figuring out their powers, still growing into their roles as individuals with extraordinary abilities, they were still just kids. And that's what mattered the most.

"Hey, Stiles?" Damon's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to face him, still grinning. "You're staring again."

"Not staring," I said, playfully nudging him with my elbow. "Just thinking."

"About what?" Damon asked, his tone curious.

"I was thinking about how we have a lot of things to figure out," I admitted. "But right now, it feels right. The triplets, you, me... this is where I'm supposed to be."

Damon's eyes softened, and he nudged me back, a rare softness in his expression. "You and me both, Stiles. You and me both."

The triplets were still busy in their own little world—Cayley was clearly teaching Damon how to color the unicorn's horn with purple this time, Henry was stacking more blocks, and Asher was creating some sort of elaborate toy fort in the corner of the room. As much as I'd joked about how I missed being a vampire and the way I could have helped with the kids' powers, I knew, deep down, this was enough. The love I felt for Damon and the triplets was something I couldn't quite put into words, but it was everything I'd ever wanted. More than anything, they had what they needed from me—just me.

"So, about what you asked at work," Damon said, breaking the silence. "Are we really going to entertain that whole 'more kids' thing?"

I looked at him and couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face. "Not right now," I said. "But you never know what the future holds."

Damon rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, no. Don't tell me you've gone soft on me, Stiles. The triplets alone could drive anyone to the brink."

I chuckled, pulling him into a quick kiss. "You're right, of course. We've got our hands full as it is."

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "Good. Because I'm not going through another pregnancy with you again."

"Oh, like you could ever live without me," I teased.

Damon chuckled, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back. "No chance in hell. Besides, I've got my hands full with the three of you already."

We both turned our attention back to the triplets, who were now starting some sort of race around the living room—Henry zooming across the floor with his toy trucks, Asher pretending to be a ninja again, and Cayley attempting to fly with an old towel tied around her neck like a cape.