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Derek stood in the doorway of the house, gazing out over the wide front yard towards his husband. Stiles stood on a ladder, trying to hang a sign on the gateway over the driveway. When the sign had been delivered, Derek had just rolled his eyes and headed back into the house, convinced Stiles would give up on hanging the thing if he didn’t have any help.
When the ladder wobbled beneath his feet, Derek huffed out a sigh and moved forward to make sure he didn’t become a widower before their first anniversary. Holding the ladder steady, he frowned at the smirk Stiles was attempting to hide. Derek knew that Stiles knew he would always give in to whatever Stiles wanted him to do, but he didn’t need to acknowledge it. He fought the urge to shake the ladder a bit just to be obnoxious, but his concern for his safety outweighed the urge.
“I still can’t believe you did this,” Derek said when Stiles managed to get one side of the sign hooked onto the eyelet screws he’d put in earlier in the day.
“It’s only appropriate!” Stiles said, climbing down the ladder to move it to the other side of the precariously hanging sign. “It wasn’t my idea in the first place.”
Derek rolled his eyes as he held the dangling sign steady with one hand and put the other on the ladder as Stiles climbed back up. “Stiles, it’s one goat and four chickens,” he said with a huff.
“Exactly!” he said, letting out a cheer when the other hook went through and the sign was officially hung. “Perfect!” he squealed, scrambling down the ladder and backing up with his phone in hand, snapping a photo of an exasperated Derek standing below it with his head pressed against the side of the ladder.
He sent the photo off to all of their friends and posted it on Instagram before hurrying to show it to Derek. “Look! Allison already liked the photo!”
Derek sighed and took the phone, looking down at the picture. “Welcome to Stilinski-Hale Ranch,” he read out from the caption.
“Stiles, one goat, and four chickens do not make a ranch…” He trailed off at the sound of a truck coming up the drive. He gaped at the animal hauler behind a pickup truck as Stiles let out another excited sound and raced to the back.
The driver let down the back hatch and disappeared inside with Stiles. A Moment later, Stiles reappeared holding two ropes that were attached to a cow and a bull. “What do two cows, a goat, and four chickens make?” he asked.
“A massive fucking headache,” Derek muttered, hurrying over to help Stiles with their newest acquisitions and vowing to never let him go to Tractor Supply without him again.