The Packlife

Chapter Eleven

Normally don't like short hair Dylan pics, but he looks cute as shit (and a little bit high 😂) here sooo 😌💕

Trying to enjoy my last bit of summer before school starts back up again 😭☀️

Enjoy!
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Three Days Later...

Stiles had decided that he shouldn't jump into things with Liam and Brett right after getting the pack's blessing, so he allowed them all three days to see if they would change their minds. Stiles constantly asked them over and over again to make sure they were happy with their decision, and they had the same positive answer every time. He knew that dating Liam and Brett wasn't as simple as dating. He was bringing two young wolves into their pack—even if they weren't officially joining—and the pair would see them around Stiles a lot more. The Omega knew that Brady and Ron could easily tell who they did and didn't like, so as long as their instincts said that the two beta's were ok and they could tell Stiles was happy, he knew they wouldn't have any problem about gaining two new fathers.

Stiles wasn't quite sure that the two would want to be parents, but he thought back to the times he had brought the twins to lacrosse practice and they had quite admiration for them. They gave them looks of hope and lingering love and on top of that, there was also the fact that Stiles knew werewolves instinctually loved children—pups. The parent decided he would wait until he was sure he, Liam and Brett really loved each other before officially introducing them as parents to Braden and Aaron.

During those three days, Stiles wasn't the only one doing some thinking. The pack had managed to convince Stiles to leave the loft for certain hours of day so they could have meetings without him. All of them—minus Derek, Stiles and Peter—all still had jobs and school to go to during the day, so it was left up to them to schedule certain times—usually late at night that they would be free. They had Skyped Lydia and Allison as well, making sure they were up to date with the whole situation, and they were on board with the idea that they would test Liam and Brett to see how good they would be to work with in the pack and how good they would be to Stiles. Lydia had plenty of ideas to share even while being far away that would put an evil genius to shame.

It took meeting for about an hour each of those three days before they felt they were ready. Stiles was not suspicious at all due to the fact that he was only gone for about an hour or so doing normal things with certain people from the pack, Braden and Aaron or by himself. Stiles called Liam on the fourth day if his decided waiting period before telling him and Brett who was in the room with him, that the pack wanted to meet to talk with them as soon as possible to talk about whether they could be together or not. Both wolves were excited to hear about the situation, but Stiles told them to be prepared for anything since he was still unaware of what the wolves were planning. Both beta's got smirks on their faces—that Stiles couldn't see over the phone of course—and had said with cockiness in their voices that they would have their game face on and be ready. It was decided that the next day would be when the meeting would occur.

It was around 7:00 o'clock the night that Liam and Brett were coming over and Stiles was nervous. He knew he didn't really have much of a reason to, knowing the only final decision from the pack would be yes or no, but Stiles knew from all the smirks and smugness his wolf senses could smell in the air that they had something up their sleeves. Stiles decided that the best way to get to the bottom of what they all had planned was to go to the leader—Derek. He knew deep down that Derek probably took in more ideas then put out, but knew that he would know what was planned and would also agree with it since he had always been super protective and possessive of Stiles.

"Derek?" Stiles asked as he entered the kitchen, about fifteen minutes before the two teens would be showing up.

"Yes?" The Alpha asked, leaning against the kitchen counter as he drank some coffee and looked at a newspaper.