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As they walked away, Stiles heard Allison call out to them once more. "Add more of that preening in, Mr. Gajos. It's adorable." Stiles grinned, his cheeks flushing bright red, and resolutely ignored his daughter's smug face as they drove home.

Stiles had always complained about being the middle child. It didn't matter that it was only two years between him and his older brother and less than four years between him and his younger brother. He did not like it. However, he wouldn't trade his brothers for anything. Peter was his older brother and a complete asshole. Theo was his younger brother and...also a complete asshole. Still, they were family and like Oma always said, Family is like chocolate, sweet with a few nuts. He wondered how their mother felt knowing she got all the nuts.