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John yawns, scratches his chin as he pulls his police cruiser into the driveway. Thankfully, he made it home safely, and he wasn’t sure how, but he made it. It was a good thing he was the police; no one would dare pull him over. 

He just finished overtime on top of a double shift at Beacon Hills Police Station. If he had it his way, he would never do overtime, but that’s the price he has to pay for being the Sheriff of the small, quaint town. He wouldn’t have had to do a double shift if it weren’t for Parrish taking the day off for his birthday. 

Turning off the car and unbuckling, John lets out a sigh of relief. He glances over to see Stiles’ blue jeep and smiles, and he thinks back to his beautiful Claudia and the day she bought it. She was the woman of his dreams. She was everything he wasn’t, the light of his life, his sun, stars, and moon. 

John shakes his head as he closes his eyes. He chuckles to himself because Stiles is exactly like her, so loud, so wild, and so full of life. 

He hummed quietly before looking around with weary eyes. The neighborhood was quiet, no children playing or dogs barking. The only light that could be seen was the street lights that were far apart and in between. John tries to blink the sleep away and glances at the clock to see how late or early it is. The clock shows 3:14 a.m. 

He begrudgingly opens the door to the cruiser, debating if he should just sleep in the car or heave himself up and pass out in his bed. He knew the answer; his body would feel it when he woke up later; he was getting to that age where he’d feel back pain if he slept a certain way, but at the moment, the cruiser was starting to feel like the perfect place to rest. 

Pulling the keys out of the ignition, he psyches himself up. “I can do this,” John groaned as he swung his legs out of the vehicle and pushed himself up to stand. He takes a deep breath before leaning down to grab his lunch box. He would have left it, but he knows Stiles would have complained about leaving it in the cruiser as an excuse for him to grab food from his favorite fast food places, even though he wasn’t working tomorrow…unless he got called in, which now that he thinks about it, it's likely to happen. 

He knows his boy is just looking out for him, but can’t a man enjoy a cheeseburger and fries every once in a while? Stiles always insists on making him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and while Stiles is possibly one of the best cooks (he learned from the best, Claudia) he’s ever known, sometimes he just wants to indulge in all of the things that are unhealthy. 

Once he grabs everything, he shuts the door as quietly as possible and locks it. He pulls his house keys out of his pocket. He knows Stiles locked the door; it’s one of the more important lessons John taught him years ago after Claudia passed away. 

John hated that he had to leave Stiles home alone when he was younger, with no adult or babysitter, but at the time, he didn’t have anyone else willing to help out, especially with how rambunctious Stiles was. With only one source of income and numerous hospital bills that seemed to be piling up, Stiles was left alone, forced to grow up quickly to take care of himself and the house. 

John shakes his head as he leans against the car. It’s always when he’s so tired that he starts thinking of all the things he wishes he could go back and change. If he had one more chance, he would take it to be with Claudia one more time, bond with Stiles over hobbies and sports, take time off, and be with his perfect little family of three. 

“You need sleep,” he grumbles to himself. He’ll feel better in the morning. He was finally able to get the day off to rest and hang out with Stiles (hopefully). The boy had called him at the beginning of his shift, beyond excited about spending the day together. He wanted to watch baseball and enjoy a home-cooked meal together. John couldn’t possibly deny Stiles of this, not that he would want to. 

He peered over to the other side of the street and noticed a black Camaro parked in front of Mr. Richard’s house. “Hmm, I’ve never seen that car before. Maybe the old man finally got himself a new car.” He shrugs it off and stumbles towards the door with his house key in his hand. 

After a few tries of trying to get the key in the lock, it finally slides in. He wiggles it around until he hears the lock click open. When he steps inside, he shuts and locks the front door. He quickly slips out of his shoes and places his keys on the entryway table. 

Letting out another massive sigh of relief, his body sags against the door. He breaths deeply, trying to find the strength to put his dishes in the sink and climb the stairs to his bedroom. Rather than moving, he stands for a second and hears a rhythmic thumping coming from upstairs. 

Shaking his head, he mutters, “Doesn’t that boy know that it’s way too late, actually way too early to be making so much noise. What is he doing, jumping on the bed?” Knowing Stiles, he would be jumping on the bed, listening to music with his headphones on, blasting loud, obnoxious songs. Boy, has John heard enough One Direction to last a lifetime. Surprisingly, John has walked in many times when Stiles was doing just that. 

John chuckles before heading towards the kitchen to place his dishes in the sink, and sets his lunchbox down on the kitchen table. He pauses for a moment and listens. He could now hear the thumps from upstairs getting louder, as well as the moaning, which was definitely something John didn’t want to hear, especially if it was coming from his son’s room. 

“If he is watching porn again at full volume, we are going to have another talk,” John said in defeat. There may have been a few occasions that Stiles didn’t realize John was home, and he was…enjoying his free access to the internet on full volume. 

John begins his climb up the stairs. He holds onto the railing so he won’t wobble or slip. He puffs his chest out when he makes it up the stairs without tripping.

As he starts heading towards his room, he stops due to the noises coming from his son's room and how they were continuously getting louder; there’s no way he’d be able to get any shut-eye. He turns towards the opposite direction of where his room was located. He needed to have a talk with his son about the noise level. It was as if he were having a dance party mixed with an orgy. 

The man abruptly stopped when he noticed the door was slightly open. He raised his hand to knock on Stiles' door and peeked through the opening. Thankfully, he kept his hand back, stopping before he could make contact with the door. The sight in front of him was something he never wanted to see, especially involving his son. 

A man. 

A tall, muscular, naked man who seemed oddly familiar was in his teenage son’s bed. He was covered by a thin sheet, but John could clearly see that there was nothing underneath. The bed beneath the man is rhythmically thumping the bed against the wall from the force of his thrust. Lean legs were hanging over the man’s shoulders, with toes curling from pleasure. John knew who those lean legs belonged to. 

Loud moans could be heard, but they weren’t coming from the man; no, they were coming from his son, who couldn’t be seen due to the stature of the man, but boy oh boy could he hear him. It was clear what the pair was doing. The two were having intercourse in Stiles’ childhood bed, and they seemed to be thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. 

John knows he should put a stop to the two, but something inside stops him. Stiles has been seeing this guy behind his back; he had no clue Stiles was dating or interested in men. Was there something about him that Stiles felt like he couldn’t open up to John?  Why did he feel the need to have these secrets? Was he not a good enough father? 

He didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he doesn’t want to get involved and see things that would traumatize him, but on the other hand, he knows this is wrong. He can lock this man up for what he’s doing. Even if Stiles is consenting, this is statutory rape. Does John really want to rip them apart and have them explain this mess, especially when he is so tired? 

So he does the best thing he can think of at the moment. 

He steps back, lowers his hand, and turns around. It might not be the best decision, but it’s the decision that feels the most right. As he steps further away, he hears the two talking. 

“I wanna get you pregnant,” the man moans. 

“Uh-huh, I want that. I really want that,” Stiles mewls. 

John stands there in horror for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and heading towards his room. Not his monkey, not his circus. Technically, it was his monkey, but he’s not coherent enough to think. He peels off his clothes and slips on his comfiest pajamas before flopping on his bed. This night can’t get any more bizarre. 

When his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light.

“Damn old age. Waking me up to go pee.” John groans as he sits up in his bed. He shouldn’t be awake right now, but his bladder is demanding he get up. He glanced at the clock and saw it was 8:30 in the morning. Rolling his eyes, he pushes his blanket off and begrudgingly walks towards his bedroom door. 

Swinging it open, he blearily steps out and starts toward the bathroom. He doesn’t even make it two feet from his room before Stiles and the mystery man slowly walk out of Stiles' room. What he means by walking is Stiles being held in a princess carry, butt naked, by the mystery man. Did he mention both were naked? Both. Were. Butt. Naked. Naked!

John looked carefully and instantly knew who the mystery man was. 

Derek Hale. 

The Hales hadn’t been in Beacon Hills for at least two, maybe three years. What is he doing back now, completely out of the blue? And how could he possibly have met Stiles, a sixteen-year-old? 

The man sighs deeply. Why couldn’t his son be a good kid and worry about getting good grades or who he’s going to prom with? Why couldn’t it be simple? 

Rather than clear his throat or quietly say something, he decided to go with a different approach. Maybe he could scare them enough to realize that he was standing right in front of them. 

He claps his hands together, startling the couple, and harshly says, “Oh, come on. Again?” 

Stiles lets out a squeak while Derek lets out a deep growl and slightly turns away from John, shielding Stiles' body from danger. 

‘Hmm, that’s unique,’ John thinks to himself. 

Stiles composes himself first. He pats Derek’s chest and tries to lower the tension in the room by speaking. Not that it does much. 

“Heeeyyy Pops! Dad! Daddio! Father…” Stiles said, trying to hide the fact that he was being carried by his six-foot-four-inch boyfriend while being completely butt ass naked. Again, completely naked! 

John raises his eyebrows. “Hello, Stiles…and Derek Hale, isn’t that correct?” 

Derek lowers his head. “...That would be correct, sir.” 

“Dad, would you be willing to get me a towel from the linen closet?” 

John opens the linen closet and grabs a towel. He throws it at Stiles, who ungracefully catches it. He gives Stiles a look that means they need to talk. It’s clear to see that Stiles understands.

Wrapping the towel around him as much as he can, considering his position in Derek’s arms, he turns to Derek and softly asks, “Der, can you put me down and go back to the room?” 

“But we were supposed to shower to-” Derek whines into Stiles' neck. 

Stiles gently tugged on Derek’s hair. “Yep! I know what we were supposed to do, but I don’t think that would be appropriate with my father right here.” 

Derek grumbled under his breath. 

“Der, please go into my room. I’ll talk to you in a second.” Derek huffs and reluctantly sets Stiles on the ground.

He grabs Stiles's hips when he sways. Stiles swats his hands, even though he doesn’t have his balance back due to someone ramming him in the ass with their thick wolf cock. Boy, did Stiles enjoy it. He fucking loved it. If his dad wasn’t home, he would show Derek again how much he loved it, even though they had been going at it for hours. Derek moves away and starts retreating to Stiles's room, but not before he places a small kiss on Stiles's shoulder. 

Stiles turns to look at Derek’s back and wishes that he had as much confidence as that man had while walking around naked. He blushes brightly as he turns to look at his dad, who has an unimpressed look on his face. 

“Stiles-” John starts. 

“I know! I know! It looks really bad, but I can explain,” Stiles muttered, eyebrows drawn in tight while he scrambled to find the right words to explain the situation. 

John gave Stiles an incredulous look. “You look like you got in a fight with a bear or a wolf, hell, just any wild animal. How can you explain this?” 

The boy was covered in bruises and bitemarks. They littered Stiles' chest, arms, and legs. If John didn’t see what the couple was doing, it would have looked as if Stiles got into a fight. 

“Well…I-I…um, you see-” Stiles mumbles while rubbing the back of his head.

Since Stiles won’t speak, John has to step up and be an adult. 

“I didn’t even know you were gay!”John clamored while flailing his arms all over. 

Now, Stiles knew where he got it from. He always thought it came from his mom, but nope, it was all his dad. 

“Well, technically, I’m not gay, I’m bi,” Stiles sheepishly said as he twiddled his thumbs. The boy knew he probably shouldn’t be testing his father, especially when he had an older (werewolf) man (boyfriend/soul-mate) in his room. 

John gives him a blank look, blinking a few times.

“It’s not like I was hiding the fact that I liked guys from you. Everyone in town knows.” Stiles essentially has bisexual written on his forehead. Mrs. Jones, who is eighty years old, asked Stiles when he was going to get a boyfriend or girlfriend. 

“Everyone besides your father knows you’re bisexual?” John questions. 

“I guess, it’s not like I’m quiet about it. I created an LGBTQ+ club at school. I’m the president and founder. We meet every week in the library. I know I’ve talked to you about this.” Stiles knows he’s told his father time and time again about his club. He gushed about how amazing it was and the turnout he got week after week. The club did so good that even straight individuals joined, not that they couldn’t, but he was surprised at all the students who wanted to be involved in the club despite not being a part of the LGBTQ+ community. 

John thinks, and yep, he remembers Stiles talking to him about starting the club earlier this year. Ignoring Stiles' statement (John’s never going to admit defeat), he asks, “How did you even meet Derek Hale?” 

Stiles bites his lip and tries to act normal. Telling his dad how they met was quite embarrassing, at least for him it was. Even though it was unconventional, he loved the day he met his soulmate, despite how much of an idiot it made him like. “I was walking in the woods and he said, ‘this is private property,’ which I retorted back, ‘yeah right, you can kiss my ass’…and it kinda continued from there,” the boy said while shrugging. 

John pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course, his son would be a smart aleck when doing something he shouldn’t be doing. Most, and by most (all), of the preserve was, in fact, private property which did belong to the Hales.  

“When did you get together?” 

Stiles wasn’t sure he wanted to be truthful with his answer. It was fast, like really fast, and most people wouldn’t understand. Hell, in the beginning, he wasn’t sure he understood.  “...we went out on a date that day but didn’t make it official until a week later.” 

John’s eyebrows shot up in shock. “Damn son, you move fast, don’t you?” 

Stiles snorts and nods his head. “Oh yeah, but there were some circumstances that brought us together. It was kinda hard to be apart.”

John crossed his arms over his chest. He gave Stiles an expectant stare. “And those circumstances are?” 

Stiles remained silent. He avoided eye contact with his father. Staring at the wallpaper as if it were the most fascinating piece of art.  

“Care to elaborate?” John questions again, feeling rather curious about the ‘circumstances’ that brought an adult and a teenager together. 

“Not at this time,” Stiles said as he clutched at the towel around his waist. 

“Why not? I’m you’re father. I have a right to know why my underage son is in a relationship with an adult.” 

“It’s not my secret to tell. I’d have to ask Derek,” Stiles said simply. 

“You’re not going to budge on this, are you?” 

Stiles shook his head. There is no way he’s going to tell his dad that his boyfriend is a werewolf, and he knew for years that Stiles was his mate. He decided that it’s best if Derek were the one to explain everything, like how Derek saw Stiles when he was eight years old and instantly knew Stiles (3 yrs. old) was his mate, how he was born a werewolf, as were all the Hales, and Derek was an Alpha werewolf. 

John moves on. If Stiles wasn’t going to tell him now, then he never will, no matter how much John pesters him about it. The boy is as stubborn as a mule, and John knew for sure that he got that from Claudia. 

“Didn’t his family leave three years ago? I remember the going-away party for Talia at the courthouse. I even went and gave her a gift and wished her well.” 

Talia Hale was the district attorney for Beacon County. The Hales didn’t want to move, but the previous district attorney in New York was retiring and asked for Talia specifically. It was common knowledge that Talia Hale was the best district attorney around; she was a formidable woman who could accomplish anything. 

“They did. All the kids wanted to stay, but Talia and Robert wanted the family to be all together,” Stiles explained. As much as it probably hurt for Derek to be away from Stiles, Stiles understood why Talia and Robert wanted everyone to be together. But Stiles couldn’t imagine what it was like for Derek to be away from him; hell, he can’t imagine being away from Derek now that he has him. 

“Why did he come back now? Is his family back?” John knew he was asking a lot of questions, but as a cop, it was in his DNA to question suspects, and right now, Stiles was the suspect. 

Stiles blushes brightly. He shyly mutters, “For me.” He straightens up, clears his throat, and continues, “I mean, his family is moving back after his mom was able to be transferred back to her job here, but he came early for me.”

This is news…big news for John. Derek Hale, the twenty-something-year-old man, came back for his sixteen-year-old son. “He came back for you? Did you know the Hales when they lived here? Were you friends with Derek?”

“No, I never met him before the day in the woods. I might have seen him at the grocery store a few times, but he liked to stay in the preserve. He was homeschooled, so we wouldn’t have met at school…Well, I doubt we would have met since he's a few years older.”

John ignored Stiles's last statement. He’ll get to that question in a second. “So how did he possibly come back for you if you didn’t know him?” 

“.... I didn’t know him, but he knew me. He saw me years ago and sort of watched me since.” 

“He was stalking you?” Derek needs to be in handcuffs; this man is a pervert who's obsessed with Stiles. John might have a heart attack. How is he so chill with this? 

“No! I mean…well, actually, he kinda was.” Stiles mumbled. He jumped when he heard a loud thud coming from Stiles' room. “I probably shouldn’t have said that. There are circumstances for why he was constantly watching me.” 

“At some point, you have to tell me these circumstances. I thought you and I would never have secrets, at least not anymore.” There was a point in their relationship where there were secrets and lies being told by one another, but the two finally got their heads out of their asses and talked through everything. If Claudia were here, it would have never happened; she would have pulled them into the same room by their ear and made them talk everything out.

Sighing loudly, Stiles gives John a look of despair. “I will, I swear, and I don’t want to keep this a secret from you, but it’s not my secret to tell.” 

“Okay. I trust you.” John really did trust Stiles. He knew the boy was loyal to his core. If Derek had a secret, Stiles wouldn’t utter a word until he got the okay. 

“Thank you, Dad. I swear, let me talk to Derek and then I should be able to tell you about those circumstances.” 

John nodded his head, understanding and trusting his son. “Back to the questions. You do know he’s older than you? Six years, or so? I have the right to arrest him. This is statutory rape, Stiles, and you know that.” 

“He’s only five years older than me,’ Stiles says as a matter of fact. He gives John a pleading look. “Please don’t, I would never forgive you,” he begs. If his dad did anything to Derek, he would never forgive his father. It may seem extreme, but if he were away from his mate, he would lose his mind. 

Derek could never leave him, not even in death. He had to stay by Stiles' side forever, never giving him space; he needed to always be there. Stiles knows he might be a bit obsessive, but he can’t help it. Derek consumes all of his thoughts; he’s never been more obsessed with anyone or anything like this before. He knew some of it was the mating bond, but a lot of it was him; he has an obsessive personality, sue him. Anyone would be as obsessed as him if they had Derek. 

“You don’t make things easy for me, do you?” John chuckled. No wonder the man had many gray hairs. It was all his son’s doing. If only Claudia were here to guide him through this. He knows for a fact that Claudia would have welcomed Derek with open arms despite the age difference. He and Claudia met when they were both young. John happened to be a few years older than her, but they didn’t care; they just wanted to be together. 

“Just to be clear, what we were doing was consensual; it was so consensual.” John shuddered at his son's statement, which was way too much information. “I swear it was only the second time. I persuaded him, and what I mean is I’m a brat and I whined until he gave in. It was never him forcing me into anything.” 

“You are a brat. I wonder how that man puts up with you,” John complains. He does wonder how Derek handles Stiles. Stiles is a required taste. John loves his son more than life, but boy, is he a unique one. 

Stiles stutters and flails as if that’s going to cause John to change his mind. Once the boy gets under control, he whines, “That’s not true, Dad. I can’t believe you think I’m a brat. I thought you loved me.” 

“Son, I love you with all my heart, and I know you’re a brat who has gotten everything he’s ever wanted.” John chuckles when he notices the massive pout on Stiles' face. 

“Go take a shower and clean yourself up. There is a lot of you that I never wanted to see. I’m going downstairs and I’m making myself a large cup of coffee with as much cream and real sugar and not that fake crap as I want, and you will not say anything.” 

Stiles looked down at himself, and yeah, there was a lot of him that he didn’t want his father to see, especially all the marks that he demanded Derek leave on him. Despite everything that happened, Stiles wants to comment on his dad’s diet. Sugar and cream are not things that John should be putting in his body if he wants to stay healthy, but he can’t say anything. His dad has taken everything well, surprisingly, so he should stop and leave things as they are before he says or does something to make it worse.

John shooed Stiles away while grumbling. “Go take a shower and clean yourself up. You and your little boyfriend will meet me downstairs when you’re done. I want you both to take separate showers.” 

Stiles agreed, shaking his head yes. He may have agreed, but he was definitely showering with Derek before talking with his dad. 

“Separate, and I mean it,” John sternly said, pointing his finger at Stiles. John knew Stiles wouldn’t listen to him; he could see it in his eyes. 

“We would be saving water,” Stiles offered. 

John sighed, turned around, and headed downstairs. He didn’t feel like that statement needed a response; the boy was going to do what he wanted anyway.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER (Yes, it took them thirty minutes. John wasn’t a stupid man; he knew what they were doing) 

The couple sheepishly walks downstairs. The two had decided not to listen to John and showered together. Thankfully, John had not heard or seen anything like the earlier events. 

If John noticed them holding hands, he didn’t comment on it, at least not out loud. The two were holding onto each other like a lifeline; they were so nervous about what John was going to say. On the inside, John thought it was sweet; he wouldn’t dare say this to them…at least not right now. 

“Dad, I-” Stiles started, but was quickly cut off. 

“Save it," John said, waving his hand. 

Stiles' mouth shut with an audible click. The boy couldn’t help the tears that welled in his eyes. His dad was about to kick Derek out of Stiles' life forever. Stiles just knew it; John was going to scream, rip the two apart, beat Derek to a pulp, and then arrest him. Stiles is going to be forced to live the rest of his life without his mate.

Stiles was suddenly enveloped in someone's arms. They rocked him back and forth. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. Nothing bad is gonna happen,” Derek whispered to Stiles. “Breath with me. In and out,” Derek continued. 

Stiles slowed his breathing, following Derek’s instructions. He death gripped Derek’s arms, which were still snuggly wrapped around him. Derek whispered praises, ‘good boy, great job baby, and oh sweetheart’ over and over in Stiles' ear until he got his breathing back to normal. 

John sits there, shocked at Stiles' reaction. He can’t imagine what the boy conjured up in his mind. Obviously, it was something horrible enough to cause a panic attack. John will admit it was pleasant to see Derek handle Stiles' panic attack so well. If it were him in that situation, it would have taken him well over thirty minutes to calm Stiles down. 

Before John starts speaking, Stiles, with a slightly raised voice, starts blasting off nonsense, completely hysterical. 

“Are you going to make me stop seeing Derek? You can’t do that. I swear to God I’ll never forgive you. I swear I will run away with Derek. We’ll leave the state or the country so we can be together. You’ll never hear from me again. Please don’t do this.” 

Derek sits there, eyes wide and shocked at his boyfriend’s statement. He knew Stiles loved him; they were fated mates, there was no one in the world who would complete him the way Stiles does, but he never would have thought Stiles would disown his father for him. Hopefully, it doesn’t come to that, but it warms Derek to the core to know who he would pick. That’s so awful. He shouldn’t think like that. Derek will do everything in his power not to let this destroy Stiles and John’s relationship.

“You told me to stop. You sounded angry, so I thought the worst. I know our relationship might seem different, but we love each other more than life. I might sound dramatic, but I don’t think I could live if I didn’t have Derek.” 

Derek grabs Stiles' chin, and he places a soft kiss on the boy's lips. When he pulls back, he nuzzles his cheek while letting out a soft purr. Stiles preens under Derek’s attention, loving every second that his mate gives him all his attention. 

“Ahem, boys.” John again has to stop the two. As cute as they are, he knows this could easily lead to something more risqué. 

“Are you ready to tell me about these circumstances that explain why a twenty-one-year-old is with a sixteen-year-old?” Yes, John was going to get right to the point, so he could give his blessing and go back to sleep. He was going to give them his blessing; they were so in love with each other, it was sickening. The age was a bit of an issue (mainly the law), but Stiles was capable of making his own decisions despite being underage. 

“Yes, sir. I want you to know, before anything else. I love your son with everything that I am. No one in the world could come close to how perfect your son is. He was made for me, and I was made for him. Now that I said that, I ask you to keep an open mind with the information I’m going to tell you.” 

John gave Derek a soft smile. He could tell how much Derek meant those words. He truly believed that there was no one in the world for him besides Stiles.

“You have my word.” 

Derek nodded and gave him a brief smile. He took a breath before calmly saying, “I’m a werewolf.” 

John raised his eyebrows. He wasn’t sure if he heard that correctly. “A werewolf?” 

“Yes, I’m a werewolf. I have been since birth, and so has the rest of my family. We’ve been in Beacon Hills for many generations, protecting this town from any supernatural creatures.” 

John sits there saying nothing. He’s not even sure what to say.

Derek continues, “There are three types of wolves: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas are the leaders, the ones who can turn others into werewolves. I, myself, am an Alpha. I have my own pack; most individuals whom I’ve bitten. Betas are wolves that are part of a pack. They help the Alpha, stand by them, and help keep the pack together. Most wolves are betas. Then there are Omegas, these are packless wolves; they have nothing tying them to humanity. Often these wolves are feral, unable to control themselves.”

John picks up his coffee and takes a large gulp. He definitely needs the caffeine to help him. “Please continue.” 

“As a werewolf, we're faster, stronger, and more powerful than humans. Most can do a full shift, which means we can turn into an actual wolf. Every wolf can do a beta shift; our eyes change, our nails turn to claws, and we have fangs. Our senses are heightened in general, but when we shift, they heighten more.”

“And your eyebrows disappear, which I have no idea where they go. Your features look more wolf than human, so I guess that makes sense,” Stiles comments, trying to be helpful. 

Derek gives Stiles a blank look. 

“Sorry, Der-Bear. Continue.” 

Derek chuckles and places a kiss on Stiles' knuckles. “Thank you, baby,” Derek said with a final kiss. 

“Like I said previously, the Hale family has been in Beacon Hills for many generations. We’ve been protecting this town and the ones surrounding it, trying to keep the supernatural away, especially away from humans. We try to keep the peace between the supernatural world and the human world.” 

Stiles nods in agreement with Derek. He gives the man a heart-eyes, feeling proud of his mate for explaining everything to his dad. The Alpha is often a man of a few words, so it’s wonderful to see him speak so freely in this tense setting. Stiles turns to his dad and addresses him. 

“I think we should stop there. I know you probably have questions, but I don’t want to overwhelm you more than we already have.”

“Kitten, I have to tell him the most important part,” Derek chuckles. Of course, Stiles would forget the most important part. 

“Oh! Right! Please continue.” Stiles giggles and squeezes Derek’s hands.

“I know you question why I’m with Stiles, considering his age, but there’s a reason for that. I’m not sure if you believe in soul-mates, but in the supernatural world, we do, especially werewolves. Everyone has a special person in the world who is meant for them. It doesn’t matter whether they are human or supernatural," Derek explains.

He continues by saying, "When a bond is created, there is no way to stop the connection from forming. It’s like time stops when you meet them for the first time. It’s like coming home. All you want to do is be around them, love them, hold them, treasure them because they complete you. They settle your wolf, make you stronger, and more connected to your human side and your wolf side."

Derek looks down at his little mate and whispers, "I was lucky when I was eight years old. I saw a little boy in the supermarket. He was the most beautiful, wild, and special creature I’ve ever witnessed. At that moment, I knew I had found my mate. The one person I was fated to spend the rest of my life with. And it was Stiles.” 

John sat there in shock. He looks at the two before saying, “I think Claudia was my fated mate.” 

Stiles gasped. The two don't often bring up Claudia, even though it happened years ago; the wound is still fresh. 

“She probably was. Even as a human, you’ll feel a deep connection with another individual. You may not feel it instantly like werewolves, but the connection forms right then and there; it just takes time for you to realize it. I don’t know what it’s like for humans, considering what I am, but I know everyone has a fated mate or what humans commonly refer to as ‘soulmates’.” 

John nods and sniffles. The connection he felt with Claudia is what Derek and Stiles feel for each other; he knows it. Yes, their relationship is unconventional, but with time, it will be more normal, at least in society's eyes. There is love between them. An unbreakable bond, tying them together forever. John would never try to get in the way of that.

Stiles gives John a watery grin. “You’re taking this really well, Dad. That makes me so happy.”

John grins back. “Honestly, at first I couldn’t believe it, but I always knew there was something different about Talia and the other Hales. Now it makes sense.” 

Derek chuckles. “Yeah, I can’t say we’re that great at playing human. I know for a fact I’m not, so I tend not to stay quiet.” 

“Baby, don’t say that. I think you’re great at playing human,” Stiles says out loud. He leans in and whispers, “But I like it better when you’re more wolfy.” 

Derek gulps as the tips of his ears turn red. 

John ignores the couple's little moment and carries on by saying, “I’d say you guys are pretty good at hiding it. I’m a cop, so I notice things others don’t.” 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to tell my family,” Derek said with a playful smirk. He’ll tell his family. It’ll be nice for them to know they have been staying under the radar pretty well; well, everyone besides Peter, the wolf, was too weird and creepy to be only human. 

A comfortable silence settles between the three. John is the one to break the silence.

“Looks like it won't be just the two of us anymore, I think there’s room for one more, don’t you?” John asked Stiles with a genuine smile. 

Stiles' mouth drops open, looking completely shocked. He quickly reacts by leaping off the couch and hugging him with all his might. “Thank you, Dad. You two are the most special people in the world. I love you both so much.” 

John looked over to Derek and almost teared up at the look Derek was giving his son. It was pure adoration; all he could see was love in the man's eyes. It was a look he knew he gave his Claudia often. Maybe Derek wouldn’t be so bad.  

“While I am okay with you guys, there will be rules. If you have sex, which I’m not condoning, do it elsewhere or make sure I am not home. I do not want to walk in again and see that.” 

Stiles and Derek blushed at John’s words. Despite being a werewolf, Derek had no idea John was even home. He was a little busy devouring his little mate, the most delectable minx, but still, he should have heard the man. He prays that John didn’t see or hear that much.

“Two, Derek, you are allowed to stay over, but Stiles' door must stay open all the way, and Stiles, you must tell me when he comes over.” 

“Can do, pops!” Stiles squeals excitedly. 

“Three, Stiles, you are allowed to stay with Derek four times a week. Yes, you heard me. You can stay with him four nights a week, even on school nights. I know you’re responsible. But you have to tell me what nights. I’m fine if you want to go over and stay, especially if I’m on night shifts. I don’t like you being home alone. The only thing I ask is if I am home, please try to be home. I’d like to spend some time with you. Derek is more than welcome to come over on those days.” 

Stiles jumps excitedly in his seat.

“Final rule. We will have dinner once a week. I would like to do this with your family as well, Derek. I want to get to know my in-laws.” 

Stiles lets out a scream. “Oh my god. I’m so happy. You are the best father, do I tell you that enough, because you are. This day can’t get any better.”

The two older men laugh at Stiles. He is something else. John often wonders where he went wrong with him, but with how Derek looks at the boy, he thinks he did everything right. 

“I’m glad that’s settled. I’m very happy for you both. You guys make a great couple. Your mom would be so proud of you, Stiles,” John said, getting choked up. He clears his throat and speaks to Derek, “I wish you had been able to meet her, Derek; she would have loved you.” 

Stiles tears up, he sniffles and tries to blink the tears away, but some slip down his face. Derek eagerly leans in and kisses the tears that fall down his face.

John chuckled. He knew Stiles would be in good hands with Derek. With that thought, he stands up, hoping to slip away silently. 

He turns to the couple who are entirely wrapped up in each other. It’s as if they didn’t realize or care that John was there. Whispering in each other’s ears, laughing at something the other said, kisses placed on foreheads, cheeks, noses, and lips. 

“I’ll be going back to sleep now. But before I forget, you both know Stiles can’t get pregnant, right?” 

The couples immediately stop, and both cough loudly. 

“God, Dad, a little warning would have been nice.” 

John shrugged, not feeling bad about how he went about it. “Hmm, I guess I could have, but you know me, I like ripping the band-aid off right off.” 

Stiles playfully rolls his eyes and agrees with the man.“Oh boy, do I know.” 

“Back to my question, is that a…kink of yours? No judgment.”

Stiles burst out laughing while Derek blushes brightly. 

“Well? I may be old, but I know things.” 

Stiles continues to giggle. Derek avoids eye contact. Both are acting quite strangely if you ask John. 

After a while, Stiles calms down enough to speak. 

“Ummm…you see…” Stiles tries to say, but Derek comes in and saves the day.

“Stiles is capable of getting pregnant. It’s not just a kink. It happens when a male Alpha werewolf mates with another male. Their mate's body changes to allow the couple to reproduce. Stiles' body has changed for me so we can continue the Hale line.” 

“Does this mean Stiles is pregnant now?” 

Derek’s eyes flashed scarlet. “No, he isn’t. Wolves have unique parts that humans don’t have. We have knots that lock inside our mates, allowing our mates to become pregnant. When wolves knot, we produce a significant amount of sperm,” Derek explains quietly. John can see how embarrassed he is. 

“Ah. Okay. Let's move on. I am embarrassed, and I’m sure you both are as well.” 

The two nodded while not meeting John’s eyes, which is fine by him, considering he cannot meet theirs. 

“New rule. No getting pregnant until you’re out of high school. I’d prefer it if you waited to have kids after college, but that’s up to you. I’m excited to be a grandpa in the future." 

The pair looks at each other with wide grins. The Hales knew Stiles and Derek could have biological children of their own, but John had no idea. The couple would often talk about how John would react to the news, but thankfully, the man handled everything with grace and welcomed Stiles and Derek with open arms. “Promise. We’ll wait,” Stiles said with excitement. 

John nods and heads towards the stairs. He gives one look back and sees Stiles slide himself into Derek’s lap. He nuzzles his head against Derek’s cheek. The man nuzzles back just as eagerly and places kisses all over the boy's face, eliciting quiet giggles and pure happiness from Stiles. 

‘Hmmm, maybe this won’t be so bad,’ John thought to himself with a small smile forming on his face. 

End.