I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Family

Derek watched with eager eyes as Stiles chewed his first bite of lasagna.

"Oh my god, this is incredible," Stiles hummed around a mouth full.

"Thanks," Derek beamed proudly.

"I can't tell you the last time I've had a home cooked meal."

"What do you eat?" Derek raised a curious brow.

"Frozen stuff mostly. I'm not exactly great in the kitchen."

"I grew up on home cooked meals."

"You learn from your mom then?" Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth.

"Yeah, it was kind of a family thing. We all cooked. My granmother moved in when I was ten. Her husband passed early on, so she lived with us and cooking was her passion."

"Oh that must have been nice."

Derek only shrugged before turning his attention to his own plate.

"Or not," Stiles frowned at the sudden change in Derek's stance.

"Nana Hel is a bit rough around the edges," Derek explained vaguely.

"I'm sorry what did you call her?"

"Nana Hel. Her name is Helena but growing up her mother said she was a little devil so they called her Hel for short."

"That's actually hilarious. Does she live up to the name?" Stiles asked, chuckling.

"Honestly, yeah. She's a demanding woman," Derek laughed. "But it helped my mother, having her around. I have a big family and my dad travelled a lot for business."

"Oh? How big?" Stiles was intrigued. Big families ways fascinated him.

"I have three sisters and two brothers."

"Six of you. Wow, that is a lot. I was an only child. I always wanted a big family."

"Just you? You must be close with your parents," Derek said a hint of longing in his tone.

Stiles nodded, "I'm really close with my dad. My mom died when I was eight."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," Derek gave an apologetic look.

"It brought my dad and I closer together," Stiles shrugged. "What about you? Are you close with your parents?"

"Not so much. I'm kind of the family let down," Derek laughed, but Stiles saw the tension in his shoulders.

"How's that?"

"My family has high expectations."

"You don't meet up to them?" Stiles frowned. He didn't know how someone who lived in a nice apartment, could cook, and who looked like Derek could not meet high expectations.

"I moved here about three years ago, after telling my parents that I wasn't going to be a chef like I'd planned. I love cooking but I don't want to do it as a job. I moved into this tiny apartment and got a job as a bartender at Russo's. It was basically a slap in the face for them."

Stiles raised his brows. "Tiny apartment?"

Derek dropped his eyes, "All my siblings own houses."

"Ah, you're often compared to them I'm guessing?"

"I'm the only one not married so right now that's their issue. Especially cause my youngest sister just got married a few months back."

"I hate to ask but why aren't you married?" Stiles glanced up, seeing the tension in Derek's shoulder build.