Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 30

Derek was working on Stiles' Jeep when Scott and Isaac pulled into the driveway. They got out of the car laughing about something Derek couldn't care less about, Scott walking straight passed the older wolf into the house.

"Hey, Isaac?" Derek called, the curly haired boy stopped and turned toward him. The other could tell he seemed nervous when he glanced over, "Could you help me for a minute?"

"Y-Yeah, what do you need?"

"Can you just hold the flashlight? I can't do it and get this stupid thing."

Isaac nodded grabbing the flashlight and aimed it toward where Derek was working.

"Cora told me." Derek said softly.

"Oh."

"I'm not mad." Isaac let out a breath, "I love you both, but she's my little sister."

"Derek I-"

"I want both of you to be happy. If being with each other does that, I support it. But don't think I won't kill you if you hurt my baby sister."

Isaac just nodded, biting silently on his lip.

"She's cheesy. She likes stupid stuff in those lame movies Lydia watches all the time."

Isaac snorted, "You don't have to give me advice...I'm sure you don't want to."

"Just make her happy." Derek said with a slight nod, he grabbed the flashlight and shut the hood of the Jeep. "He's gonna destroy my bank account with this damn thing." He muttered more to himself.

"Rude." The two looked to see Stiles standing on the porch, "I always tell you I'll pay for it. You choose to take over." He said trying to scowl toward him.

"Yeah, yeah."

Isaac laughed, Derek wiping his hands on his pants. "Take her to Mooney's. It's her favorite." He said, patting Isaac on his shoulder and walking inside, pressing a kiss to Stiles' temple as he passed.

"I didn't tell him, I swear!" He raise his hands in surrender.

"I know." Isaac laughed, "Cora did, apparently."

"Is that bad?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Good. Good. Now I just have to get Derek and Scott talking again and everything will be fine."

"Good luck with that."

Stiles snorted, "Thanks."

--

"I'm getting a cat." Stiles mumbled sitting in bed next to Derek that night.

"You're what?"

"Getting a cat."

Derek set his book down, "Says who?"

"Me?"

"No."

Stiles snorts, "Der, I live here too. And I want a cat."

"We don't need a cat."

"I want one."

"Stiles..."

Stiles showed him a picture, "This one. Gizmo."

"No."

"Yup. I'm gonna go get him tomorrow." Stiles smiled looking at the picture again. "He's only a year."

"Why do you want a cat?"

Stiles shrugged, "Because they're cute and I can cuddle him."

"You can cuddle me."

"Not the same." Stiles set his phone on the bedside table. "Night, babe."

Derek watched the other lay down, pulling the blanket up to his nose. "You're not getting a cat."

"And if I do?"

"I'll beat you."

Stiles turned to look at him, "Kinky."

Derek rolled his eyes, "I hate you."

He hummed, "I don't think you do though."

Derek reached over and started tickling the younger, "I should."

Between his gasps for air and his laughter Stiles yelled out, "Stop!" repeatedly. Derek finally stopped pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stiles raised his eyebrows in confusion, "About Isaac and Cora?"

"I promised, Isaac. He didn't want to tell you unless it was for sure something they both wanted. And besides, not my business to tell."

Derek wrapped his arms around the younger, closing his eyes, "Still wish you had told me."

"Shut up, Sourwolf."

Derek chuckled, "I love you."

"I love you too."