I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Where's Stiles?

Dread settled in Derek's stomach as he climbed the steps to the large house his family was renting. He didn't realize how much more he dreaded dealing with his family without Stiles. Something about having Stiles there made it so much more bearable.

He knocked on the door and took a deep breath. Stiles would be there soon.

"Derek, where's Stiles?" Laura asked upon opening the door. She glanced behind her brother as if his boyfriend would be there.

"He got tied up at work. He'll be here soon," Derek answered, stepping inside. He could hear the bickering of Cora and Hayley before he even reached the kitchen.

"I'm telling you if it's a boy and you name it Jake, I'm gonna be pissed," Hayley snapped, not looking up from where she was pulling Andrea's hair into a tight braid.

"I've wanted to use that name since we were kids," Cora argued, her hands on her hips.

"That's so not true. I mentioned it when I was pregnant with Andrea and you stole it," Hayley countered.

"Mommy, why do I have to have a braid?" Andrea whined, tugging away from Hayley.

"Because you don't know how to eat without getting it in your hair."

"Leave that poor girl alone; she's six," Nana Hel swatted at Hayley's hand, making the braid fall.

"Nana," Hayley huffed, her anger growing more.

Derek couldn't help but watch the situation and wonder what Stiles would have to say about it? Would Stiles be able to tell him why Nana Hel always stood up for Andrea? Derek had never understood it. She wasn't that way with the other kids.

"Derek, where's Stanley?" Nana Hel asked, her attention now on him.

"It's Stiles, and he got caught at work, he'll be here later," Derek answered, ignoring the fact that she obviously used the wrong name on purpose.

"It's no surprise you would find someone who's just like dad. Can't even take time to have dinner with you and your family," Hayley laughed, shaking her head.

"Stiles is nothing like dad," Derek grit out. "He'll be here shortly."

"It's cute how you continuously pick people who just don't value your time."

Derek's jaw clenched.

"Shouldn't have let your brother steal Ben from you," Nana Hel sighed as if the thought still disappointed her.

"Dom didn't steal Ben," Derek rolled his eyes. Years, it had been years of this, and they still brought it up every single time.

"I rather like Stiles," Damon said walking in with Dria behind him.

"He seems too good to be true," Dria shrugged as she tossed Derek a large smile, "Hey, Derek."

Derek tensed slightly. Now that he knew Dria was interested in him he felt uncomfortable in her presence.

"Hey," Derek offered simply, before turning to Damon. "I'm glad you like him."

"Alright, why are there so many people in the kitchen?" Dom asked loudly as he came in from outside with Desi and Oliver on his heels.

"Uncle Derek," The kids chorused as they bolted towards Derek. He bent down and scooped them into a large bear hug.

"Where's uncle Stiles?" Desi asked, her brown eyes looking at Derek sadly.

"He'll be here soon, don't you worry," Derek assured her. It warmed his heart that Desi liked Stiles so much.

"I don't see why we have to leave the kitchen anyway," Nana Hel huffed, crossing her arms, much like a child would when their parents told them no.