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A car rumbles as it comes up the winding dirt road towards the house. Stiles looks up from the counter where he’s making lunch and smiles. Stuart pops his head in and snags a piece of bacon only to squawk when Stiles shocks him for it.
“HEY!” Stuart says.
Stiles smirks. “Don’t touch the bacon.”
Allison giggles as she walks by. “Behave you two. Sometimes you’re worse than the kids.”
The twins gape at her and she winks before wandering out to the front porch, her hand cupping the swell of her pregnant belly. Fio and Lili trot along behind her, sending affection through their bonds to their mages as they go.
Stuart watches her go with a dopey pleased smile on his face. Stiles fights back a laugh when his brother’s chest puffs out. “Yes, Stu. You did good,” he teases.
Before Stuart can give a reply, they hear a thundering of little feet from the direction of the living room and the twins can only shake their heads with smiles on their faces as a herd of little niblings runs towards the door.
Peter is fully shifted, doing his best to direct all of them but stops long enough to nuzzle Stiles’s stomach. He rumbles in his chest and flicks crimson eyes up to meet amethyst eyes before darting after the kids.
Stiles blushes when Stuart sends him a smirk. “Oh, shut up,” he says without any heat behind it.
“I didn't say a word.”
“No but you were thinking about it.”
“Daddy! Unca Stu! Come on!! Ganpas is he’e!”
The twins grin at the little nibling whose eyes glow gold. She giggles when her daddy and uncle’s eyes glow back. Then she squeals when Uncle Stu scoops her up and tosses her over his shoulder. “Unc Stu, no no!” she squeals with a burst of giggles.
“Uncle Stu yes!” Stiles teases and Stuart sends him a grin. “Careful, Selene,” Stiles says when she wiggles a little too much.
Selene’s gorgeous blue eyes peek out at him from behind blond curls, and she gives him a smile. “O’ay, Daddy!”
The car pulls to a stop in the driveway and the two men within it quickly get out. It’s like a whistle goes off and all six children launch themselves at the men with shouts of glee and excitement.
Allison grins at her husband as he settles Selene on his hip and slips his arm around her waist. She turns so her stomach rests against his hip and smiles when he tightens the embrace.
“Hey, Dad,” Stiles calls out from his place on the porch as Noah experiences the usual jungle gym situation the kids put him in. “Looks like no bacon for you,” the spark teases.
Noah huffs and shrugs, never looking away from his grandkids. “Who needs bacon when there are little niblings all over?”
Stiles smiles fondly at their father and exchanges a look with Stuart who is smiling at the sight.
Allison snorts a laugh when she sees her own dad with a little one wrapped around his head. “Keegan,” she scolds lightly. “Don’t cover grandpa’s eyes.”
Keegan giggles. “Pee’Boo!”
Chris chuckles and with a steady grip on the child swings him down and peppers his face with kisses.
Of course, the rest of the kids want a turn at that, and the two expectant parents make themselves comfortable on the porch swing while the other two parents and the two grandparents tire the little ones out, playing all their favorite games.
Stiles feels Allison take his hand and smiles giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Neither of them says anything, but it’s a comfortable silence. Stiles thinks back on the past six years fondly.
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Allison and he were pregnant at the same time, which was quite an adjustment for Stiles, but he knew it was right and perfect, especially because of how his wolf acted. It made the spark happy to see his mate so excited and made his heart race with the knowledge that he was able to give the alpha pups. Peter ravished him over and over again and although Stuart never said anything, Stiles is pretty sure his twin was just as riled up by Allison’s pregnancy.
Eight months later the first two pups were born. Stiles and Peter had a little boy they named, Oliver—Ollie for short—and Allison had a little girl they named, Isabella—Izzy for short—which Isaac crowed was totally for him. Allison joked that she might go by Bella, just to see Isaac pout. Over the course of a year Isaac had grown really close with Allison and Stuart. He mother henned the hell out of little Izzy, his wolf so happy to look after the little pup.
With a baby on each of their chests in a sling, Allison and Stiles started on plans for a home to build near Stiles and Peter’s own. Everything was done by hand—well and a little by spark—from the ground up. By the time the babies were a year old, the home was built, and the couple moved in.
A month later Stuart and Allison got married with Stiles, Peter, Spencer, Chris, Noah, Isaac, Jackson, Gen and Klarysa as witnesses. Stiles held a baby in each arm while the ceremony took place. Stuart had proposed a month prior the first night in their new home. Neither wanted to wait to get married and Stiles didn’t blame them one bit. They were it for each other just like he and Peter.
Ten months later, Allison gave birth to twins, two boys they named Kayden and Kyler. Stiles gave birth a month after Allison to twins, two girls they named, Nova and Nora. Thus, their small pack grew to a total of twelve.
Spencer and Gen hadn’t planned on children but when two twin girls and their little brother wandered into the territory, running from their abusive alpha, the couple took them in with no questions asked. The little boy was named Theodore—Teddy for short cause he preferred it—and the girls were named Sonya and Sasha. At four and fourteen years of age respectively, they became part of the Hale Pack. It was learned not long after that Teddy was a werecat and Spencer was thrilled. Sonya and Sasha were human and revealed they probably could’ve gotten away from the pack sooner, but they refused to leave their baby brother behind. Thus, the pack grew again for a total of fifteen.
By the time Ollie and Izzy were two and the two sets of twins were one, Noah, Chris, Genevieve, Isaac and Jackson became part of their pack officially. Surprisingly Noah and Chris took the news of the supernatural really well. Gen was a bit shocked but when Spencer got nervous, she merely kissed him, and the tension immediately left him. She had already known about Spencer but not the rest of them.
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Stiles and Stuart became partners, the partnership approved by Rossi and Morgan who both agreed that they worked best side by side. The first time they had to use lethal force neither of them spoke a word for two days, simply curled up together, with Lili and Fio purring softly to comfort them. It soon became a giant puppy pile and the smiles on their kids's faces brought them out of the dark place they had fallen into.
That night the couples each made love—Peter so intense that Stiles nearly blacked out and Allison riding Stuart so slowly but sensually that Stuart did black out—and within the next two weeks it was confirmed that once again Allison and Stiles were pregnant.
Nine months later came the biggest expansion to their pack when Stiles had triplets and Allison had another set of twins. Peter named their triplets Raven, Rylee and River—three little girls—all with their daddy’s brown hair and two of the three with his amber eyes. Allison and Stuart named their twins Harper and Hadley—two girls—both with their mother’s dark brown hair but sporting their daddy’s amber eyes. Thus, their pack grew once more, now a total of twenty-five.
Though the two couples kept their separate homes another home was soon built further in. In fact, the clearing made itself known to them, offering its earth as a foundation. Peter was the only one who was unaware of what was being done. Stiles had listened to Peter talk about his pack over the years and what it was like living in a pack house. With Stuart, Stiles and Allison working together, with help from Spencer and Gen while their dads watched the niblings, the home was built in just under two years. Stiles was shocked they managed to keep it from Peter that long but the look on his face when the alpha saw the pack house was worth it.
Needless to say, their first night in the pack house was insane. Stiles thinks he might’ve scarred his brother for life when the younger twin was coming to the kitchen for a glass of water. Stuart might have seen his pale ass when Peter took him on the kitchen counter, but Stiles couldn’t feel too bad when his brain was mush.
Stuart wouldn’t look him in the eye at first the next morning but then sent him a shit eating smirk as he said he now knew they truly weren’t identical. Stiles has a birthmark on his right ass cheek and Stuart does not. It made Stiles blush crimson red, and Peter smirked proudly because the birthmark was surrounded by bruises the wolf himself had sucked into his mate’s skin.
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Seven months later, Allison gave birth to another little boy that they named, Keegan. He surprised them all by having dark blonde hair, but his eyes were mocha brown just like his mother’s. He was born two months early and it scared them, but thankfully, he was healthy and home by the time his original due date came around. Stuart hardly ever put little Keegan down for nearly two months.
Stiles was shocked when almost four years to the day since Oliver was born, he had another child. He didn’t even realize he was pregnant for over half of it. He had no idea if Peter knew. This time they had a little girl and Stiles asked Peter if they could name her Talia. The alpha wolf sobbed and agreed immediately. Little Tally is an exact replica of her papa except with dark black hair like the woman she’s named after. With Keegan and Talia’s birth their pack expanded once again. They now had a pack with a total of twenty seven members.
After that, no more kids were born for over a year and a half. It wasn’t because they didn’t want more, but because a case went wrong, and Stuart ended up kidnapped. The men who took him were not just planning to kill him but to take his spark as well. Stiles showed no mercy as he slaughtered each and every one of them. Peter and Allison didn’t let either of the twins out of their sight for the next two weeks. Stuart was skittish and had several panic attacks, but after a couple weeks of going out into the forest with his twin, he came back healed—not completely of course—and was able to continue thriving.
Stiles’s actions had been rash and impulsive, and he expected to be fired for it. Instead, he was called into Rossi’s office and offered a promotion. Rossi wanted to retire and thought Stiles was the perfect choice to lead the team. Stiles agreed on the condition that his brother would be considered for his second. The agreement was made and six months later, Morgan stepped down for Stuart to take his place. There was nothing that could ruin that day for the twins. Add in a celebration, some alcohol and friskiness and boom. Nine months later the most recent little niblings were born.
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Allison had a little girl they named Christine—Chrissy for short—and she was their first spark. Her eyes glowed emerald green as she let out a shriek when she took her first breath in the world. Stuart was a very proud daddy, and he may or may not have done a celebratory dance right then and there. Stiles totally joined in of course and Peter captured it all on his phone. Thus, their pack grew to a total of twenty eight.
They rounded out their pack to a total of thirty, when at four in the morning, on April 8th, Stiles gave birth to a little girl they named Selene. It wasn’t a name they planned on, but it fit the circumstances in which she was born.
They had been on their way home when Stiles cried out causing Stuart to swerve slightly. In a matter of minutes too far from home or a hospital, Stiles was laid out on a blanket on the grass with his legs spread and his nails digging into his mate’s arm. It was hard to see anything but then suddenly the moonlight shone down upon them illuminating the four of them, as their little girl took her first breath. Stiles nearly passed out from exhaustion with her cradled to his chest but before he did, he thanked the Goddess Selene.
It wasn’t until he woke up in bed later that he realized what else the goddess had done. He cried softly so as not to wake the two babies on his chest. Selene had been small but the other little one, a boy they named Anakin, was even smaller. Stiles couldn’t fall asleep until he knew his son was going to be okay. The name for him was chosen not just because of how much Stiles loves Star Wars but because Anakin means warrior and their son was a fighter.
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Over the course of a decade, they had added two beta wolves, Jackson and Isaac, five humans, Chris, Noah, Genevieve, Sonya and Sasha and two werecats, Spencer and Teddy. Not to mention their Aunt Klarysa. Then they added sixteen children.
Of Stuart and Allison’s children Isabella, Kayden and Kyler are all human. Harper and Hadley are wolves. Keegan has a little magic—they think he’s a light mage—and of course little Christine is a spark.
Of Stiles and Peter’s children Oliver is a wolf—an alpha heir—who will become the alpha after Peter steps aside. Nova and Nora are beta wolves. Raven, Rylee and River are humans. Talia is an omega wolf—Peter is fiercely protective over her more than the rest for that very reason—and her eyes often glow a sea green color instead of beta gold or blue. Anakin and Selene are their sparks.
When he was younger, Stiles always wanted a large family. He never wanted the kind of silence that nearly suffocated him in his home after his mother died. Peter has gladly made his wish come true many times over, and although Stiles never used to picture being pregnant, it’s something so intimate to him that he doesn’t mind a bit. There's something so precious about the little life growing inside him. He especially loved when Peter would always nuzzle at his belly and shift to curl around his front with a happy rumble.
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Stiles is startled from his reminiscing by a kick to his bladder and he groans. “All right.” He rubs at his stomach and gives Allison’s hand a squeeze before heading inside to the bathroom. After he does his business, he takes in his reflection in the mirror. He’s just over thirty four years old now and he doesn’t feel like it at all. He knows that’s part of being not just an Alpha Mate but an Elite Magick Spark and Shadow Mage as well. Still, he expected to feel his age every now and then and when he doesn’t, it always surprises him.
Strong arms wrap around him, hands cupping the swell of his stomach and Stiles sighs happily, leaning into the firm chest of his mate. Peter nuzzles his neck with a happy sigh. “What’s that beautiful brain thinking about now?” the wolf asks softly not wanting to shatter the calm contentment of the moment.
The spark meets his mate’s gaze in the mirror. “I’m reminiscing about the past fourteen years. I’m thinking about each and every moment that led us to this point and I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“No?” Peter inquires. “Not a single thing?”
Stiles shakes his head. “Nope. Not a single thing. Even something miniscule could alter our lives. Can you imagine if altering even one tiny thing, changed things enough that our boys were born girls.”
Peter’s nose scrunches up and Stiles laughs, making the wolf preen. “Well, although Oliver would be perfect either way, I love him as the young man he is becoming. The same can be said for Anakin, although he doesn't have enough hair yet to be considered manly.”
“So, when I’m balding I won’t be manly anymore?” Stiles says with a pout on his lips. He knows what that does to his mate.
“Oh darling, you will always be my man, my mate, my husband and my everything.”
Stiles bites back his grin as best he can, gasping at the way his mate bites at his neck. “Sappywolf,” he manages around a moan. Pregnancy always makes Stiles ten times more horny than normal and that’s saying something. He shoves Peter back and up so he can get at the wolf’s cock to slick it up. Without any preamble he shoves his sweats down, carefully leans against the counter and spreads his legs.
The invitation is all it takes to get the wolf to hitch Stiles’s legs up and slide right in. They learned pretty quickly that when Stiles is pregnant, he leaks slick. After a panic attack and assurances, it’s completely normal from his aunt that left him blushing, he let Peter eat him out for hours. It makes quickies much easier that’s for sure.
It doesn’t take long for Stiles to cum and paint his belly white. Peter growls and pumps his hips harder, his hand rubbing Stiles’s cum into the skin of the pale, mole spotted swell. He pulls out and strokes himself to completion adding his own cum to the mix and rubbing that in too.
Stiles quirks a brow at him and then smirks at the pleased rumble, and puffed out chest of his mate. He says nothing as Peter nuzzles his stomach as he lowers Stiles to his feet once more. The spark absolutely melts when Peter starts talking to their little one in soft soothing tones.
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Forty-five minutes after Stiles left the porch swing, the two mates emerge from the bathroom to find the niblings all curled up in the pack den with their grandpas smack dab in the center. Chris and Noah have these expressions of pure happiness on their faces that let the parents know there is nowhere else the two men would rather be.
Peter shoos Stiles away from the prep work for lunch and Stiles nips at his hand for it before joining Allison outside in one of the two hammocks. The breeze ruffles their hair, and the sun is warm on their faces. Everyone is lazily basking in the feeling of pack.
They might’ve done so for hours if not for the two expectant parents letting out identical cries that made their husbands come running. Since they found out they were pregnant with their first child, they knew they would never go to a hospital. Stuart carries Allison and Peter carries Stiles towards the small cabin where Stuart and Stiles have spent so many countless hours practicing their magic.
It doesn't take long, both Stiles and Allison pros at it by this point. They lace their fingers together and at the alpha’s signal, they push. Stiles can feel the magic building around them with every cry, groan, moan and push. It’s still exhausting no matter how many times they’ve done this before. Stiles always feels odd when just for the birth his spark adjusts his body to give him a vagina so the baby can be born easier. He’s glad to not have to worry about a scar on his stomach although he wouldn’t have cared.
Genevieve, Spencer and Klarysa bring hot water, clean blankets, clothes, cloths and food that they set outside before retreating. Peter may or may not have—absolutely did—gotten extremely territorial the last time anyone got too close.
As the final contractions hit, Allison and Stiles grip each other’s hand so tight their knuckles turn white and let out a scream with their final push. Suspended in time there is nothing but silence as the world seems to fade out of focus before snapping back into focus with the cries of two little ones.
Peter cradles their son so carefully, the awe on his face something Stiles will never get enough of. When ice blue eyes flutter open and meet the eyes of his papa, Peter gasps. “Stiles?”
“Mm?” Stiles hums, feeling sleepy. “Wha’s w’ong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Dearheart. We just have a little kitten now.”
Stiles’s eyes snap open super wide and he makes grabby hands for their child. “Let me see.”
Peter easily acquiesces to his mate’s plea and settles the little one in the spark’s arms. Once he’s settled, Peter flashes his eyes crimson red and the baby flashes bright orange eyes with just barely discernable black slits before they fade back to blue.
Stiles beams proudly and nuzzles their son who manages to nuzzle back a little. “I know what to call him,” the spark whispers.
“I might have an idea of what you’re thinking. Tell me what we shall call him, sweetheart.”
“Leonidas. Little Leo because he’s just a cub. He’s our little cubbykins and who knows what kind of werecat he’ll be. He could totally be a lion.” Stiles’s words start to slur as the exhaustion sets in and he barely registers his mate’s rumbling chuckle in response.
The alpha curls around his mate smiling fondly as the spark’s will works even in his sleep to clean up their son, himself and wrap the baby in a pale blue blanket with a little white hat on his head. With his mate relaxed and settled, Peter turns his attention to the other spark and his niece.
Allison hiccups a sob as she cradles their daughter to her chest. She’s covered in a sheen of sweat and Stuart is speechless. They name her Lauralie with Peter’s blessing in honor of her Aunt Laura who they lost in the fire. She’s a little omega wolf like Stiles and Peter’s daughter Talia and Allison knows how fiercely Peter will protect little Laura. Allison glances over to see Peter watching and offers him a smile that he easily returns. There’s a certain softness to his features that isn’t there outside these moments. It’s something she loves seeing.
Pretty soon little Laura is back in her arms, cleaned and wrapped in a lavender blanket with a little pastel green hat on her head and Stuart curls around his wife and daughter with glowing turquoise eyes. He and Peter exchange a proud look as Allison and Stiles sleep soundly with their newest babies on their chests. They’ll spend a few hours here in this little bubble together, but it won’t really be that long at all. There’s a reason they come to the cabin to have the children aside from the seclusion. It’s like Stiles said to Stuart a decade ago…‘We are, as of the moment we stepped into the cabin, a step out of time. So…we have time.’
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When they return, they have a giant celebration, all of their children, betas and pack members gathered in the backyard for a bonfire. The mighty Hale Pack under Alpha Peter Hale and Alpha Mate Stiles Hale now numbers thirty-two strong. As for the fire, Stiles and Stuart took every precaution with to ensure Peter would be okay and that the fire would never escape the metal ring. Stiles and Allison are in that state of sleepy but not sleeping and alertness but not fully alert as they sway on the hammocks, their newest niblings asleep on their chests. Peter is fully shifted lying on the ground next to them.
The sparks have strengthened the integrity of the hammocks over the years, so that when the niblings eventually migrate over for cuddles as is the norm during bonfire nights, they can all fit. Pretty soon the two hammocks merge and become a giant one almost like a mattress suspended in the air. It continues growing and growing as each pup joins until it spans half of the yard. It hovers a slow up and down rhythm that puts the youngest ones to sleep and relaxes the rest of the pack to near sleep.
Stuart flicks his finger towards the sky, the clouds parting to let the moon shine brightly upon each and every member. The light of Selene lights up their bonds and sends a surge of the goddesses’s power through them.
The stars burn brighter and several shoot across the sky.
“Ma’e ‘ish ‘addy!” Talia says.
Stiles hums softly and glances at his mate, then his niece—because Allison is Peter’s niece and he’s Peter’s mate, and yeah, it’s a whole thing—and then his father. Next, he scans his gaze over their children, from the eldest two, Oliver and Isabella to the youngest two, Leonidas and Lauralie. He watches Jackson and Isaac who mated a couple years ago. Then glances at Sonya, Sasha and Teddy before settling his gaze on his twin. His brother is already looking back at him. With a smile, the older twin closes his eyes and makes his wish a silent hope that echoes in his mind.
‘I wish to never forget how I got here today, to never lose hope, to love without restraint, to raise strong, loyal and compassionate children, to have our pack grow for centuries to come, and to always remember how loved I am by them, how much they are loved by me.’