Derek and Stiles sat around the old dining room table with Boyd, Erica, Isaac, and Peter. "I make a toast to your happiness, until death parts you," Peter said raising his glass with a smile. Derek didn't smile at that remembering that his uncle had tried to kill Stiles several times. Stiles was in deep conversation with Isaac about the upcoming Christmas holiday. "Derek, Erica and I wanted to go to her parents, in Florida, for Christmas, would that be okay with you," Boyd asked. Derek's face lit up and he smiled, "Yes, I want you all to go where ever you wish for Christmas, be with your families," he said downing his glass of tea with one gulp. Everyone ate their fill of the turkey, chicken, and ham that Stiles had prepared and the sides such as dressing, salad, green beans and corn that Derek had made. This was the packs Christmas dinner, a new tradition made by the alpha and his mate.
Authors Note: Guys I'm all out of ideas, and I'm not very encouraged but please let me know what you want to read about Stiles and Derek doing ok. :) Thanks Vampirequeen711
It was the 24th of December, Stiles and Isaac were in the Beacon Hills Mall, looking for gifts for their friends and family. "Do you think Derek would like this one or that one," Stiles asked holding up two aprons, a red one saying "NAUGHTY CHEF", and a black one saying "BAD ASS BAKER". Isaac laughed, "Well honestly I think he would like them both," he said with a wide smile. Stiles smiled and added them to the hot pink boxers covered in tiny hearts, and the sexy smelling cologne that Derek loved.
Derek carried a beautiful green pine into the huge hall of the house and sat it up in a corner by the fire. "I think it will be good to get mothers decorations out," he thought to himself and headed for the attic.
Stiles came home to a beautiful tree with gifts underneath, a warm fire, and a glass of warm apple cider. "Derek, I'm home," he called and laughed when the alpha shouted down at him from the balcony. "I'm hanging lights," he shouted teetering on the ladder.
They sat in front of the fire sipping cider and holding each other. "Merry Christmas Derek, I love you," Stiles whispered leaning into his side. Derek pulled him closer, "Its been a long time since I've seen my mothers Christmas ornaments, they look good, she would be proud, and I get to share this moment with my mate," he said looking into the brown depths of Stiles eyes. The glass ornaments sparkled and glittered as they kissed and the clock tolled midnight.
