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The pack house was in disarray when Peter entered the house.
“What’s going on here?” Peter asked Stiles who sat on the couch and kept knitting while he had the headset on.
Peter noticed several yarns around the room, his betas weren’t around which got him curious about it.
Peter acknowledges his nephew reading a book in the corner but Derek didn’t give him any hint of what’s going on in the house.
Peter walked over his mate and took his headset, hopefully to get some answers.
“Hey, give it back.” Stiles called and grabbed the headset on his lap.
“What’s going on, and what are you doing with the yarns?” Peter asked.
“I sent the betas out, I needed the quiet-”
“But you are listening to the music.” Peter cuts him as he points it out.
“Do you know how loud they are? I can’t concentrate when they are yelling at each other about something.”
“Okay, point taken,” Peter agreed with that point, and added, “What are you doing?”
The betas entered the house, seemed in relief to see the alpha there, they could hear what Stiles said.
“We will try to be less yelling at each other, mama Stiles.” Erica spoke and apologized for being loud for the rest of the pack.
Stiles nodded and smiled at them.
“Someone needs to fix the holes in the socks, so far I made that set.” Stiles replied with a soft smile as he looked at his alpha.
Peter looked at the socks that his mate did so far and was astonished that Stiles added the triskelion on the socks.
“You made pink socks for me?” Peter asked and looked at Stiles.
“It’s not for you,” Stiles grinned at him, and put the knitting aside, knowing that he is not going to do anything since the pack is in the house and added, “I know that you love your sock black, pink is not for you.”
“Is it for me?” Erica asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“No, actually it’s for Malia.” Stiles replied.
“Why?” Malia asked.
“Because the one that you are wearing has holes in it.” Stiles replied.
“You notice it?” Malia asked and hugged and then sat next to Erica, excitedly holding the new pair that Stiles knitted for her.
“Wait a minute, I still didn’t get an answer from my mate.” Peter said and shushed the pack.
“Answer for what?” Stiles asked.
“Since when do you know how to knit?” Peter asked.
“Since my mom died and I had to do everything in the house and not let my dad be an alcoholic.” Stiles replied.
“Did someone teach you how to knit?” Derek, who has been quietly and read a book asked with curious.
“I watched it on YouTube, dude,” Stiles replied and added quickly as the pack sat next to him, “Don’t mess up with the yarns!”
“Don’t call me dude!” Derek said, knowing that Stiles ignored him anyway as he watched his uncle sit next to his mate, Derek smiled and was back on reading his book.
“So, for whom are you going to make a new set of socks?” Peter asked and eyes his mate.
“I don’t know yet, maybe more convincing will help.” Stiles replied with a grinned smile on his face.
“Why don’t you clear up the mess but leave the yarns closer to the couch while I’ll do some convincing.” Peter said to the pack but kept looking at his mate as he talked.
“Yes, dad.” The pack said and started to clean the mess they did before they left the house.
Stiles could hear the pack as they praised him for taking care of them, just like a mom could do.