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*Stiles*

I woke up with Ethan on top of me. I looked toward Der to see Aiden curled into his side. Derek was quietly purring causing me to chuckle. Which in turn woke him. 

"Sti?"

"yeah?"

"Were you laughing?"
"You were purring?"

"Why?" 

"Aiden."

"Huh?" 

"The twins wouldn't go sleep in their own room last night so they slept in here. Ethan is on top of me if you haven't noticed and Aiden is currently curled into you. Your wolf probably recognized them as your pups."

"oh." he yawned. 

"Still tired?"

"Very. Hey Sti I have a question."

"Shoot." 

"I never knew I got gooey or whatever you called it when you mess with me when I'm wolfed out."

"That's because it normally leads to sex, but makes me in control." 

"I don't remember that." 
"You suppress those memories."

"why?"

"you've said something about because you are an Alpha you can't submit to anyone, even a human, though we are mate or whatever. "

"I want to remember" he hummed

"Possibly today." I agreed. Aiden and Ethan began to stir.

"Dad?" Aiden groaned. 

"Aiden, are you okay?"Derek asked. He only whimpered more into Derek's side. We sat up and Derek pulled Aiden into his lap, while Ethan clung to me watching his twin. 

"Did you have a bad dream?" I asked. 

"Aiden? Deuc?" Ethan questioned him. Aiden could only nod. 

"Aiden, why did you call Derek dad?" I questioned, interested in what was going on. 

"He's my dad right?"

"He's your Alpha right now."

"But can he be my dad too?"

"I mean I guess, but I can't sign paperwork or anything." Derek said. 

"But Daddy can." Ethan said patting my cheek. "
"Okay, they actually reduced to 6-year-olds." I said. 
"Call Deaton?" Derek asked. 

"Yes, call Deaton and I guess we are adopting them because they won't stop bugging us if we don't." I sighed causing Ethan and Aiden to giggle happily and we got out of bed. 

*Derek*

While Ethan and Aiden helped Stiles with breakfast, I called Deaton putting the phone on speaker so Sti can hear too.

"Derek, what can I do for you?"

"Just have a question for you. Oh and you are on speaker." 

"I assume Stiles is needed in this conversation." 
"Yes." Stiles replied not looking up from what he was doing while also trying to keep the twins from hurting themselves. 

"What is it?" 
"Ethan and Aiden had been acting like 6-year-olds but with their 17-year-old minds. Now they are like 6-year-olds fully. " 
"Yeah, last night they didn't shift, the moon caused them to be clingy to where they wouldn't leave me alone and ended up sleeping in mine and Derek's room. This morning Aiden was crying and wanting Derek to be his Dad and now I guess I am adopting them. I originally thought that it was my fault. That I unconsciously wanted them to not have to worry about the full moon last night, but after this morning I don't think it was me." Stiles filled in. Deaton was quiet for a bit before asking, 

"Does anyone else fit these symptoms?"

"Uh during the full moon Isaac wouldn't leave Scott alone. Also the full moon only affected Malia and I." I chimed in. 

"Well that is normal since you and Malia are very short tempered. The moon pulled on that. As for Isaac being clingy to Scott, it's just the mate pull." 

"Wait, Isaac and Scott are mates? I mean I know he wasn't dating Allison or Kira anymore, but I didn't realize it was because of that." Stiles said. 

Deaton hummed before continuing, " And as for Ethan and Aiden, I believe they must have a more profound bond to the two of you. They feel the pack mom bond, Stiles, and the bond you and Derek share."

"So when and if they want to get big they'd still feel this way towards us?" Stiles asked.

"Exactly. I'm sure that the others feel it too, but not as much as the twins because they never had a caring pack growing up."

"Alright, thanks Deaton. We got to get the pups for breakfast." Stiles said. 

"Goodbye." Deaton dismissed and I hung up. As I set my cup of coffee down I heard giggling and someone hit my legs. I looked down to see a giggling Ethan. I picked him up and went to set the table.

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