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Stiles sat next to his kids at bed, as he started telling them the story of Hansel and Gretel in his own version of how it happened…
It was a darkest night and only the light of the moon was giving them the light as they walked, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs so the big bad wolf would eat the bread and them as they walked almost running when Scott and Stiles saw the house; it was beautiful and sweet as Stiles hurried to lick over the lollipop on the wall, even though Scott warned him that it might be a trap, but before they could do anything, there was howling.
The big bad wolf found them.
“Dad…” the kid, Liam, age five whined at his dad and said, “You are mixing stories dad.”
Stiles smiled and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Dad Derek already told us about Hansel and Gretel and Red Riding Hood, you mixed them.” Leo, age seven replied to his dad.
“Did he?” Stiles asked and noticed someone is watching him from the door frame.
Derek watched them with a smile on his face.
“Yes, daddy Stiles.” Liam said.
Derek joined his family and said, “Why won’t we kiss your dad good night kiss? Wolfy styles!”
The boys jumped over their dad as he gives him a wolfy licks on his face and even Derek joined them.
“Go to sleep munchkins.” Stiles and Derek told them, and added, “We love you.”
“We love you too, dads.”
Derek switched off the light and closed the door and then he smiled and simply looked at his husband.
“What? Why are you looking at me like this?”
“Nothing, I’ll just going to prepare another bubble bath, want to join me?” Derek asked, still smiling at him.
“Of course, I’ll join you, but why are you looking at me like this?”
“Sometimes I’m thinking that I may raising three kids and not two.” Derek replied smiling at him.
“Wait a minute, are you calling me a child?” Stiles asked.
Derek nodded and looked at him.
Stiles made a face and stick out his tongue.