Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 45

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

When it was over, we lay tangled together on the couch, the soft glow of the nearby lamp casting shadows across his face. Damon's arm was draped over my waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"This was a good Valentine's Day," I murmured, my voice heavy with exhaustion.

Damon chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Better than glitter and cupcakes?"

I smiled, my eyes drifting shut as sleep began to pull me under. "Way better."

As I drifted off in Damon's arms, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The chaos of our lives, the challenges of raising three super-powered kids, the constant balancing act of our supernatural world—it all faded into the background. In that moment, it was just us, and that was all I needed.

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Stiles's Pov

The morning after Valentine's Day felt almost like a dream. After all the planning, all the buildup, and then the quiet intimacy of the night, I woke up next to Damon with a peaceful smile on my face. The triplets were still at my dad's house, giving us a rare moment of peace. I knew it wouldn't last long, but for now, I could savor it.

I turned my head and found Damon lying beside me, his face relaxed, his usual smirk replaced by a soft expression that I rarely saw. His hair was tousled from sleep, and there was something about the way he looked at peace that made my heart swell. I gently brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, my fingers grazing his skin.

Damon stirred, his eyes blinking open slowly as he noticed me staring at him.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice raspy and warm.

"Morning," I whispered back, my smile widening. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a while," he replied, his lips curling into a small smile. He pulled me closer, pressing his forehead against mine. "Thanks for last night, Stiles. I didn't expect... well, I didn't expect any of that."

I chuckled, tracing circles on his chest. "I'm glad you liked it. You deserve something special, Damon. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me. How much I appreciate you."

He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

"Not good enough," I muttered, brushing my thumb over his lips. "I could never repay you for everything you've done for me."

Damon's eyes softened, and he cupped my face gently, his thumb grazing my jaw. "You already do, Stiles. Every day. I don't need anything else."

I felt a warm rush spread through me at his words, but before I could respond, the sound of the front door creaked open, followed by the unmistakable sound of tiny feet pounding down the hallway. The peaceful moment between Damon and me was shattered by the triplets' loud and energetic voices.

"Daddy! Mommy!" Cayley called out from the hallway. "We're back! We brought cookies!"

I groaned dramatically, rolling onto my back as Damon chuckled beside me. "Looks like our peace is over," he said with a grin.

"Way too short," I muttered, sitting up in bed and running a hand through my hair. "But it was worth it."

The sound of the triplets getting closer grew louder, and soon, they burst into the bedroom, their faces lighting up when they saw us sitting up in bed. Asher practically launched himself onto the bed, landing with a dramatic plop in between Damon and me.