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Stiles breathed deeply. A deep musk filled his nose. He was standing on the front porch of his home, enjoying the sun and the air. Strong arms wrapped around his waist. Stiles smiled softly.
“Good morning Sourwolf,” he murmured. Derek rested his head against Stiles’ and smiled.
“Morning. Where are the pups?” He asked.
“Lydia and Erica kidnapped Charles early. They heard about the crush he has.” Stiles grinned. Derek snorted. “Scott, Isaac, and Allison are out for breakfast. Boyd and Jackson went for a long run.”
Charles had come to live with them last July. He had attended Beacon Hills High and was being trained as an emissary by both Stiles and Deaton. He wasn’t sure when he was returning home, or even if he was going to, as he really enjoyed the Hales.
Derek reached down and threaded his finger’s threw Stiles. He smiled as he fiddled with the silver band on his mates finger. Stiles grinned, remembering their anniversary dinner at Arpège. The heart palpitations he felt when Derek and slid onto his knee, a velvet box in his hands. The ring was designed by Derek. It was sterling silver, with the band in the shape of a tree branch. It had a single crystal tucked between the branches. Derek had explained that he had considered digging for his mother’s ring, but they were starting their own pack. He especially needed to stop clutching onto the past. Stiles had beamed and tackled him right there. Derek had apologized profusely for his fiancés antics, but the waitress had insisted the meal be on the house.
“Your dad and Melissa are coming over for dinner tonight, right?” Derek asked.
“Yea. Dad is going to help me with some of the harder translations in the Poleski Grimoire. I can’t believe they are trying to hide the fact that they’re dating. We literally have super sniffers.” Stiles grinned. The book was fascinating. He knew a lot of the information, but some of it was mind blowing. There was a whole section on wolfbane antidotes and growing rare species.
Derek breathed in his mate’s scent. Petrichor and adrenaline. It had always been a weird scent, something that had always clung to Stiles. He was refreshing and full of energy. He knew he would be happy. They were in Beacon Hills for Christ sakes. Something always went wrong, but he knew Stiles would always be there at his side.