The Hales

Chapter 9

Stiles POV

We sort of illegally got all the children back to the loft with a lot of lap sitting since only Der and I can drive now. You couldn't pay me to be stuck in a car with this many bickering kids ever again. When we got home they all pushed and shoved each other to run in. Everyone is still pretty freaked out and confused but I think being home is helping us all ease up a bit. We decided not to mention this Isaac person until we figured out who the hell he is first; no need to put more confusion on them. I sat on the couch with Allison, Erica, Boyd, and Ethan while they watched a Disney movie. I was lost in thought when Scott walked up to me quietly.

"Stiles, I want chips." He mumbled. His head was down and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. I stared at him confused as to why he didn't just go get the chips like usual. Noticing my lack of movement he mumbled something else but lower this time so I couldn't catch it.

"What did you say Scott? I can't hear you if you're whispering dude." I told him still confused.

Jackson walked behind the couch snickering as he taunted, "Little Scotty can't reach the chips cabinet so he needs big Stiles to get them for him."

"Shut up Jackson! You couldn't reach them either!" Scott yelled furiously. Jackson just shrugged and continued snickering which, of course, resulted in Scott launching at him and they fought. Again. Before I could get up to pull them away from each other there was a loud growl from upstairs which made both boys jump apart and run to me. Derek stalked down the stairs with his red alpha eyes making Scott and Jackson hide their faces in my chest.

"Derek cut it out, you're scaring them!" I yelled at him while patting their backs. His face caterpillars kissed as he crossed his arms and stared at Scott, Jackson, and everyone else all squished around me on the couch.

"We need to talk." He said quietly before walking out of the loft. Fuck. I hope I didn't piss him off. I just didn't want him to scare the pups. He's gonna push me up against a fucking tree or something uggggggh.

"I'll be back guys. Boyd and Lydia are in charge." I told them as I headed for the door. There were various groans, but I ignored that. When I closed the door behind me Derek was leaning against the wall arms crossed and caterpillars kissing. I took a deep breath and slowly walked up to him with my hands up. "Der, you can't be mad about me standing up for the kids. I can't help it and you shouldn't scare them like that. Seriously dude they're just little kids now so you should---"

I was cut off by his lips. He held my face in his hands and kissed me hungrily while I stood there shocked. When I finally got the good sense to kiss him back he growled and pushed me up against the wall of the hallway. This was definitely not where I thought this was going to go, but this is heaven. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him to me as close as possible. I could hear him purring. Cute.

"Stiles," He said quietly while leaning his forehead on mine. "I'm not mad. You looked so fucking adorable surrounded by pups." Cue the blush.

"I am not adorable Derek. I am way too manly for that." I said still out of breath from that kiss. He laughed and nipped at my neck.

"We have to figure out how to fix them." He said after a moment.

"I'll call Deaton. See if he has any idea what could have happened." I said getting serious. I could see the worry in Derek's eyes so I reached up and held his face between my hands. "They're going to be okay Sourwolf."

He smiled just a tiny bit then he nipped at my hand. "Until then we've got a bunch of toddlers to take care of."

"Well yeah, but how bad could they be? They're just kids." I shrugged and we walked back into the loft.