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Derek loved this. He loved when Stiles stayed over, he just loved her. It wasn't because she made a killer breakfast with whatever's in the fridge, well maybe, but he loved waking up to hearing her in the kitchen singing along to whatever current song she was obsessed with. Said song might get stuck in his head for a few days but he still loved it.
He had a huge smile on his face when he heard today's song. Love Myself wasn't just a current obsession but also one of Stiles's favorite song at the moment. As he reached the bottom of the steps he could just imagine what Stiles was doing.
"I'll take it nice and slow, feeling good on my own without you, yeah"
Is what Derek heard as he entered the kitchen. He also loved that his girlfriend has a lovely voice when she sings.
Stepping up behind her, he noticed that she was in a pair of his sleep pants and a white hoodie that he suspects belongs to Boyd, he wrapped his arms around her and sang
"Got me speaking in tongues, the beautiful, it comes without you, yeah"
"Hey, Sourwolf," Stiles giggles and turns to look at her boyfriend.
"Morning baby," He replied and kissed her lips.
"How long have you been up?" She asks.
"Hmm about 20 minutes,"
"Oh good. So I didn't wake you up?"
"Not at all. Cold?"
"Yeah, I don't know how you guys can have the air conditioner going through the night.. Especially when it's been raining."
"Well, why didn't you turn the air off when you got up?"
"And miss the chance to wear other people's clothes?, I don't think so." Stiles let out a giggle and went to turn off the stove.
Going over to the cupboard that held the plates, Stiles reached up and grabbed a handful of plates. Once she had the plates, she put them on the counter and then proceeded to get other stuff out for breakfast.
"Are you going to stand there? Or are you going to help?" Stiles quizzed looking at her boyfriend.
"Hmm, should I help a wench like you?" Derek teased.
"Yeah you weren't calling me a wench last night," Stiles countered
"True," and with that, Derek grabbed the plates and the silverware and brought it into the dinning room to set it up.
Meal times would have to be one of Derek's favorite time of the day. Not only because he loves food, especially when his lovely girlfriend makes it, but it's a time that his pack gets all together and spend some time with each other and talk about their days or what they're going to do with their day.
As Derek sat the last cup down, he heard some of his pack wake up. With a shake of his head, he went to fetch the gallon of freshly squeezed orange juice and see if his girlfriend was coming.
Smiling at Stiles and giving a little nod of his head, Derek let Stiles go first and then they made their way to the dinning room with pots and pans. Settling everything down, they made sure everything was on the table and then proceeded to sit down.
Stiles had this rule that nobody gets food until everyone is present and sitting down. She didn't care what you rank or how hungry you are, you sat and you waited just like everyone else.
That's probably why Derek is so smitten with the curvy brunette that sat next time with a pleased look on her face as she saw pack come in one by one. They all had sleepy looks on their faces and she couldn't be prouder that she's the one who can make them wake up at ungodly hours during the summer.
After everyone was seated, Derek grabbed the plate of biscuits and grabbed two for himself and then handed the plate to Stiles, and then grabbed the pot of eggs and scooped some on to his plate and then handed it off to Peter.
After everyone had their plate, they dug in. It was a normal routine they had. Every time they had pack sleepovers, stiles would make them breakfast and then everyone would eat. After eating two people would put food away while two others did the clean up.
While everyone was eating, no one noticed that Stiles got up and left the room.
Derek only seemed to notice because he had glanced up. Though he did let his ears pick up sounds, and he heard what sounded to be retching. Standing up, he calmly took is plate to kitchen.
Once he put the plate on the counter, he started his way to the bathroom that was located in his bedroom. That was probably why no one heard stiles or why Derek had a hard time hearing the throwing up sound.
"Stiles?" Derek asked as he entered the bedroom.
"In here!" Stiles shouted over the running water.
Derek walked into the bathroom to see his beautiful baby girl hunched over the bathroom sink, almost like she was reaching for something.
"Hey baby," stiles greet.
"Hi," Derek breathed.
"So I have something I want to show you, but I need you to take the pack out and go do something for an hour," stiles told him.
"Why?"
"Because I want to make this a surprise and. And just trust me, please."
"Alright baby girl. One hour." He agreed and then retreated to get the pack to go out.