Daddy Didn't Love Me // Lawlorff

Twenty Eight

"Kian, I don't know." I begged. 

We stood in front of Derek and Stiles' apartment in awe of its incredible size and ominous atmosphere. 

"What? You promised we would let Stiles make us dinner." 

I rolled my eyes. He was right. Derek and Stiles are a nice couple, but I still felt awkward because Kian and I are now engaged and they aren't. 

I had to help Kian get out of the passenger seat of the car. Ever since his surgery, he's had pain in his chest, and I don't blame him- my dad did fucking shoot the poor angel. 

So I grabbed my fiancee's (and can I just say how amazing it is for me to say that) shoulder and helped him get inside with minimal injuries resulting thereafter. 

I knocked on the door, and a nearly skipping Stiles' silhouette was shown through the tiny window. He opened the door wide and beamed at us. 

"Hey! You came!" He sounded very excited to see us. 

Derek was still finishing up in the kitchen. We saw a knife get thrown across the hall and into the wall. Kian and I jumped, but surprisingly, Stiles must have been used to it or something, because he just rolled his eyes. 

"I FUCKING HATE CHERRY PIE WHO THE FUCK INVENTED CHERRY PIE?!" Derek screamed. Stiles laughed. 

"He gets a little tense when he knows there's someone coming over. I told him not to bake anything, it stresses him out. But noo, I'm wrong because I made the meal and he gets to contribute in some way. He's really a big teddy bear, though, once you get past that Captain America's shield type exterior of his. " 

We nodded along with Stiles' rambling. "Oh, where are my manners, come inside!" He gestured for us to walk in, and I have to admit to being somewhat hesitant, due to the flying knife and all. 

"Derek, babe, they're here!" Stiles yelled down the hall and into the kitchen. Derek emerged from the door, carrying a freshly baked pie and he set it down on the dining room table. He chucked his oven mitts off his hands and wiped off sweat from his forehead. 

"Food's ready," he awkwardly stated. It was strange to see him without his scrubs on, or not while operating on my boyfriend. 

Kian and I sat next to each other on one end of the table and Derek and Stiles took places across from us. Stiles reached out in front of him and unveiled a platter with steaks in it. 

"Steak? Maybe I'm a little underdressed, I'm pretty sure Derek said that you were just gonna make spaghetti."

Stiles blushed and hit Derek on the arm.

"It's fine! We love steak, don't we Sam?" Kian glared at me for saying that. 

I winced. "Yep. Love steak." 

The truth in the matter was, I didn't. I didn't like eating much at all, but Kian and I weren't exactly rich so we couldn't afford the lifestyle that these two apparently had. Their house was amazing, and Stiles and Derek could cook too. All I could make for my baby was ramen fucking noodles. 

"How much was this?" I blurted, mouth full of a piece of steak. "I mean..not to bother you.."

Derek laughed. "I caught it." 

I raised my eyebrows. "Caught....it?" 

He nodded. "It's wolf."

Kian nearly vomited on the spot. "What..?" he asked. 

Derek nodded like it was no big deal. 

Forks hit the plate and it became overpowering against every other noise in the room. 

"How's the bullet wound?" Stiles flat out asked. Derek smacked him in the back of the head and Derek shouted. "Ow!" He rubbed the back of his head in pain and Kian swallowed.

"Uh, still hurts a little." he shrugged. 

Derek transformed into full doctor right in front of our eyes. "Have you experienced any nausea or hallucinative images? Sleep deprivation? Maybe a little more stress than usual?" 

Derek attacked him left and right with health related questions. 

"OKAY, DER. THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH." Stiles pleaded. 

Derek rolled his eyes. "Let me do my job, Stilinski." 

Stiles looked hurt.

"Okay, that's enough. Yes, I've been getting sleep deprivation, but that's because I've been fucking Sam every night," Kian snapped. 

Derek shut up quick. 

"And yes, I've been having higher levels of stress, but that's because  I asked Sam to marry me. I haven't even told my mother or father that I like boys, let alone love one."

I smiled to myself. It gets me every time when he says that he loves me. 

"You're getting married?" Stiles claps his hands together and Derek remains silent.

Kian put a hand on my thigh. He turned his head to my neck and leaned in close to my ear. "Fuck yeah, I am." 

I shuddered at his words and Stiles smiled.

I saw Kian out of the corner of my eye stare at me lustfully for the remainder of dinner. He clenched his jaw and licked his lips and I knew what his intentions were for the rest of the evening. 

And I was more than okay with that.