It all started out for Derek Hale when he was at the age of seven, entering his second grade class for the first time. To say he was excited was an understatement. He was straight up pumped. The cheerful boy was always in the mood for an adventure...
n// i missed this story too much lol im so sad but if yall want i'll probably end up doing another one of these or maybe two idk but thank you all for your support i love you so much <3 also no reason for the gif tyler just looks damn fine lmfao
"Mom!" Leah, who was now a gorgeous woman of seventeen, exclaimed, walking into the room where Derek and I laid, snuggled up and both reading a book. "Jordan is being a real dick right now, and I know if I fight him, I'll get in trouble, so can you please knock some sense into your son?"
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"You're the reason they swear so much, Elizabeth." Derek sighed in response, turning the page of the book and not looking up at our daughter. "Leah, watch your language."
"And you're the reason our son is such a little shit." I smirked, closing my book as I heard the heavy footsteps of Jordan trying (and failing) to creep out of trouble, who had just turned sixteen a week before. "What did you do now, Jordan Mieczysław Hale?"
"I still can't believe you named our son that," Derek chimed in again, turning another page. "You could have just made his middle name Stiles, but you insisted on Mieczysław."
"When you push out an eight pound baby without any drugs, then we can talk about me naming our children." I retorted with a smile. "Speaking of which, Jordan Mieczysław Hale get your butt in here right now!"
"Okay, okay!" He responded, walking in the room with his hands raised in surrender. "No need to pull out the middle name, mom."
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"What did you do to your sister now?" I asked, getting straight to the point, crossing his arms and giving him a look.
Jordan Mieczysław Hale was a turd, and I was not afraid to admit it. He was blessed with the signature devilishly handsome Hale looks, sarcastic, witty, mischievous, and most of all, always wearing a stupid smirk on his face. He was indeed his mother's child. In fact, he was a little too much like me for the liking of everyone. But he was my baby boy, and no matter how annoying he could be, I loved him more than I love the stars in the sky.
Leah, on the other hand, was just like Derek. She was fierce, independent, brooding constantly (it wasn't just normal seventeen year old stuff, either), and could kick your ass with the strength of an army behind her tall frame. She was a daddy's girl through and through, there was no doubt about it. In fact, Derek had scoot over a bit so that she could sit on the bed with us, curling into his side while he kissed her forehead.
