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“I don’t blame you, Derek,” Stiles sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. His flight had been late. He had only gotten back at three that morning and he had been too tired to question the oddness of Beacon Hills. It wasn’t until about noon that he learned about what happened while he was away. “I just wished someone was nice enough to tell me my husband and son almost died. I don’t want to find this sort of thing on my own, you know.”
“I’m sorry, Stiles.” Derek would never admit to it but he pouted when he made Stiles upset. It was an involuntary expression. His lips would just turn down into a frown whenever Stiles was remotely displeased with him. “I didn’t want to worry you. I handled it.”
“You should know by now that you don’t have to do it alone, Derek.” Stiles approached the wolf with practiced ease. He took Derek into his arms and although he was not tall enough to tuck Derek into the nook in his neck, he sure as hell tried. “I could have helped.”
“I know,” Derek mumbled into Stiles’ skin. “It just happened so fast. All I could think about was making sure Eli made it home safe.”
“I know, babe. I know.” Stiles pulled back and found Derek. He kissed him. It was soft. Oh so soft and tender. “I’m so proud of you for keeping our baby safe.”
“I almost lost him so many times,” Derek sniffled into Stiles’ arm. “He transformed. His eyes were so amazing. I wish you could have seen him.”
“I’m sad that I missed it,” Stiles admitted. He rubbed Derek’s arms firmly. “But because you were with him, Eli can show it to me himself. Right?”
“I feel like an idiot.”
“You said it yourself,” Stiles teased. “I didn’t prompt anything.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
Stiles laughed, the stress easing from his brow and shoulders. “I haven’t heard that in ages.”
“I love you, Stiles.”
“I’ve missed that too.”