The Hales

Chapter 4

Stiles's POV 

~The Next Morning~

I'm hot. 

No, really. I'm so so friggin hot.

I can't sleep like this. I want to sleep. Why am I so hot? I pry one eye open to survey my surroundings. Now that I think about it, this doesn't feel like my bed. Everything's blurry but due to the amount of black I see and the dark green sheets I'm under I can guess where I am.

Derek's bed.

There is also a very large, very tight pair of arms holding me against what feels to be a very broad chest. Did I just wake up in Derek's arms in Derek's bed? Where is my shirt? 

So, last night really wasn't a dream. Okay then.

"Go back to sleep." a deep voice says from behind me. I would happily comply, but the heat.

I clear my throat a bit. "You're cooking me Der." You'd think this would cause him to let go but I'm pretty sure he tightened his grip. I clear my throat again. "I can't sleep in this heat." Still nothing. After a while he throws the cover off of us. It helps a little. I wait til he falls asleep again to try to get up. Not only do his arms tighten around me once more but he also gives me a low growl.

"Stay. Still." He says. 

"I can't." I whisper. He's so warm and he won't get off. I'm sweating. "Der please let go," Ummmm. "I have to use the bathroom." That should do it. It takes a minute, but he eventually lets me go. I stand up and stretch and crack my sleepy bones. Derek grabs the pillow I was laying on and holds it tight to his face. So cute. 

Now that I'm free I really do have to use the bathroom so I make my way to the one connected to the bedroom. It's huge of course and all the towels are black. After using the facilities and "borrowing" Derek's toothbrush, I make my way downstairs. I'll come back for my shirt because breakfast is more important. I mean who doesn't like breakfast. I personally love breakfast and I happen to love cooking it as well. I'm flipping pancakes when Scott and Jackson walk in the house. 

"Hey Stiles." Scott greets me. Well he doesn't seem surprised to see me here. In Derek's kitchen. Early in the morning. Making breakfast. Shirtless. 

(Insert dramatic gasp and cue the dramatic Dun Dun DUN)

He must know about the date! How does he know!? I didn't even get to tell him yet! Who told him!? I bet everyone in the pack knows! Oh God. Lydia's gonna kill me for not letting her pick my clothes and seeing me off. I should run while I still can, but...breakfast.

"So how long are you going to keep silently freaking out?" Scott says while smirking his smug little werewolf smirk at me. Jackson snickers as well.

"Okay so how do you guys know and does everyone else know too?" I say quickly just to get it over with. 

"Isaac told us and we told everyone." Jackson tells me with his jerky mcjerk face. 

"I'm expecting details bro, but keep it PG-13 please." Scott says while snatching up some of my bacon. 

I pop his hand with my spatula and start setting the table now that breakfast is ready. I guess this isn't such a bad thing that everyone knows. At least now we don't have to do some big announcement thing to the pack. Though we'll probably have to at least talk about it at the next pack meeting. Lucky for me and my confrontational avoidance issues our next meeting isn't until next week.

Our heads turn when we hear heavy foot steps coming down the stairs. A wet haired Derek appears and heads straight for the table full of food. "I'm calling a pack meeting today. Scott alert the pack." He says right before digging in. He even pauses to wink at me. 

Damn it. Well lucky me indeed.

Sooooo sorry for such slow updates but I'm lazy and I just found out I'm pregnant 

(sooooo excited!!!) and I also just got engaged (soooooooooo excited!!!!!!) so please bear with me and thank you for doing so. I appreciate you guys. 

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