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Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
I can do this.
He really wanted to ditch the fancy clothes, shift and just run... but he knew that was nerves.
The door opened and the Sheriff... no, John came in.
"You okay?" John asked, eyes full of concern.
Derek could only nod.
John gave a rueful grin. "I know how you feel. I felt the same way, you know. Came close to just leaving out the back door and going away..."
Derek snorted.
"Except I knew Claudia would hunt me down and drag me back," John admitted. "And if you run now, Stiles will do the same to you."
Derek gave a small laugh. "That's true!"
"Now, come here," John said. He put his hand on Derek's shoulder and gently brought him closer. Once he knew Derek wouldn't... couldn't move away, John brought him in for a fierce hug.
Derek wound his arms around John, grateful for the contact. It was warm, protective, and John smelled of coffee, gun oil, and family...no, of pack...
Derek returned the hug and held on.
John hugged like Stiles did, with his whole heart. It was comfortable and comforting.
Leaning away a bit but not letting Derek completely go, John said, "Thank you for making my son so happy."
Derek swallowed. "He makes me happy, too."
John brushed at Derek's tux, re-aligning the shoulders a bit.
"Ready?" John asked.
Derek realized Yes, I am!
"Ready!" Derek replied.