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The pack was so supportive and cheering which caused Stiles to be on alert, he didn’t know what’s going on, but he believed that there was a catch.
“What did you do?” Stiles asked them.
“We didn’t do anything, you can ask Derek.”
“Stiles, what date is today?” Derek asked, trying to give him a clue, but Stiles didn’t twig as he just shrugged his head.
Derek looked at his mate and then he nodded over the pack.
On the cake was written, “Happy Birthday, Mom Stiles.”
Stiles’s eyes were sparkled as joy radiated in his body.
“Happy Birthday, love.”