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Derek wasn’t surprised at all to come back to the loft and find his boyfriend on the couch. Stiles often escaped from Scott and the rest of the pack by hiding out at the loft. What he wasn’t prepared for was the sleeping puppy in Stiles’ arms.
“What do you have there, Stiles?” He asked, pulling the door shut behind him.
“Um, my new baby. Isn’t he cute?” Stiles said, smiling over at him.
Derek almost went weak in the knees as the happiness that danced in his boyfriend’s amber eyes. He was so happy with the little beagle pup that slept away in his arms, and Derek didn’t have the heart or the want to make him sad.
“We had a baby? And you didn’t tell me? I thought you loved me,” Derek said, taking his shoes off walking over to the couch.
This was the side of the older man that only Stiles and his dad got to see, the playful and loving Alpha. The rest of the pack always complained that they didn’t know why Stiles was with Derek, he was also so broody and short with everyone. None of them looked close enough to see the soft smiles that were shot at Stiles during pack meetings, or the fact that the loft smelled more like Stiles and Derek rather than just Derek.
“Well, if I had known this was how it was going to turn out, I would have. I didn’t know that I was getting a puppy until I found him next to his dead mother on my way here. I brought dinner, by the way, I’ll share as long as you don’t touch my curly fries.”
“I would never take your curly fries. So, what have you named our child?”
Derek went over to the kitchen and got the take-out containers. He carried them over and put them on the coffee table.
“I don’t know. I thought that we would talk about it and agree on it. Do you want to hold him?”
Derek paused and then nodded. Stiles smiled and lifted the puppy up. As Derek took him, he woke up. There was a small whine, the puppy recognizing the wolf inside him, but he quickly hushed as Derek held him to his chest.
“He is adorable. Look at his little face,” Stiles said, sitting down on the floor.
Derek joined him a moment later. He let the puppy rest in his lap, where he laid down and closed his giant brown eyes.
“He is adorable. Do you know what you want to name him? Is he going to live with you and your dad or here with me?”
Stiles ate some of his curly fries as he thought.
“I think here would be a good idea. Dad and I are hardly ever home and I spend more time here. As for a name, how about Romulus?”
Derek shook his head, making Stiles laugh. Only his boyfriend would suggest the name of the brother of one of the first werewolves.
“I think Shadow. He has more dark coloring than a normal Beagle.”
The puppy popped his head up and looked up at Derek. He yipped and licked his hand that he had been using to scratch at his head. Stiles smiled and reached over to pet him.
“I guess he likes your suggestion, Sourwolf. Shadow it is.”
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The following days were filled with them taking Shadow to see Deaton, who gave the puppy a clean bill of health and getting the stuff he needed. Stiles was content to carry the puppy around the pet store, rubbing his face in the dog’s fur. Derek simply shook his head, recognizing the unconscious scenting his very human boyfriend was doing.
When they got back to the loft, Derek set up the bowls and the play yard they had gotten to use until the puppy was potty trained.
“What do you think, Shadow?” Stiles asked, putting the puppy inside once Derek was done.
Derek watched the bright smile on Stiles’ face and knew that he was never going to let him be sad again. Then, he looked down at the puppy. He was sniffing around and looking at everything, giving a happy yip every time he found something new.
“I think he’s happy with his new home. How about we let him stay in there and we go have some adult time in my bedroom?” Derek whispered into Stiles’ ear.
“I will race you there,” Stiles replied, grinning before taking off.
Derek groaned. His boyfriend knew how to rile up his wolf, and did it every chance he got. He gave chase, hearing Stiles’ laughter as he darted towards the bedroom.
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“What is this?” Scott asked, looking down at the puppy that had met him at the door.
Shadow growled, looking up at Scott as if he was going to attack. Stiles darted over from where he was putting the pizza on the table. He scooped up the puppy and scratched behind his ears.
“Hush, Shadow. Scott is a friendly wolf, just like Derek. Come on, to your yard you go.”
“Stiles?”
Scott followed him across the loft, watching his friend put the puppy in a play yard that hadn’t been there at the last pack meeting.
“This is Shadow. He is my baby, and he lives here with Derek. I found him last week when I was coming over for dinner.” Stiles explained.
“And Derek just lets you keep a puppy in his loft. Do they even get along?”
As if to answer his question, Derek walked into the loft with the eggrolls he had promised Stiles. Shadow, upon sniffing him, immediately ran over to the side he was on and started to whine, his tail wagging the entire time.
“Shadow, what did you do to get put in time out?” Derek said, walking over to pick him up.
The puppy nosed at his neck and let out a yip.
“Does that answer your question?” Stiles asked, smirking at his best friend.