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There it was again, the ring from the small bell that he gave to Stiles, since Deaton practically forbid on Stiles to move from the bedroom due to his pregnancy that his mate was cursed by the witch.
Derek was delighted that Stiles is carried his son in his belly, Stiles will be dead of him if he will continue using the bell, he should take it back.
Derek waited for the food to be ready in the stove.
Derek didn’t want to burn the kitchen again; the fire was enough to bring memories from the past.
“Finally, I’m hungry.”