"Dad, hey can you meet Derek and I at the Diner on your lunch break, ok I will, thanks," Stiles ended the call with a smile and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. Derek stood in his leather jacket and wear worn Levis, "So we'll tell him then," he said looking at Stiles over his black sun glasses. "Yea, unless you don't want to," The boy said heading for the entrance to the old style diner. "Stiles," Derek began, "I want you to be my bride as soon as possible, because I want you not to just be my mate but mine legally, in the eyes of the world," he said pulling the boy in for a deep kiss.
"Ok I'm hearing what your telling me but its so hard to process," Sheriff Stilinski said rubbing his fore head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Stiles curled is fingers around Derek's and waited for his father to give them an answer. "Mr. Stilinski, what will it take for me to prove to you that I love your son and want to marry him, but I have to have your blessing," Derek said looking the Sheriff in the eyes. "Alright, alright, as long as you promise to take care of him and visit every now and then, yes you have my blessing," the Sheriff said and stood to shake the alphas hand.
Everyone stood and clapped and shouted as the two kissed in their stunning black tuxedos. "I love you Stiles," Derek whispered. Stiles smiled, "I love you too my handsome sour-wolf," he said. The reception was relaxing and Stiles loved shoving cake in Derek's face. The pack had stopped by at the house but Derek had told them to leave which they all found amusing.
Stiles laughed as Derek carried him across the threshold, "So now that you have me what do you plan to do with me," he asked curling one arm around Derek's neck. The alpha smiled wolfishly and whispered in his ear. Stiles face turned cherry red and bit is lip, "Lets go," he said and Derek smiled tossing him on the bed.
