I am a father?! {Finding myself and the place I belong to: Side story 1, Book 1}
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 16m
Complete, First published Apr 09, 2016
Two weeks had passed since Stiles left Beacon Hills. Peter surveyed the changes that happened during that time amused by it all, but enjoying them at the same time. However, what will happen when a phone call changes it all for the oldest Hale?
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