Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
Later that night the pack moved to their respective homes. Scott had left with Allison first to go and warn her father about what happened. They knew they had to keep information on creatures or baddies in Beacon Hills for both groups. Lydia and Jackson left the loft soon afterward, they needed to make plans for their next meeting. Lydia was tired and once she and her boyfriend got home, she soon fell asleep on Jackson's shoulder.
                          
Boyd and Erica left for their homes later that night; after Derek gave them their assignment, which consisted of them hunting down the witch. Soon it was just Stiles and Derek in the living room, relaxing on both couch and chair respectively.
                          
Stiles yawned as he watched the T.V, a documentary on dolphins and their pods. Derek was in the kitchen drinking down a bottle of beer, he didn't do it very often but he needed it that night.
                          
Stiles could hear the cogs moving within the alpha male as he tried to figure out why and who would do something like this to his pack. He turned his whiskey colored eyes to the kitchen as the light shined down on the bigger male. He watched as those thick brows creased and the corner of his lips turn downward. Stiles could see how that woman would fall for a man like him.
                          
Derek was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Someone who held bad ass in the palm of his hands or in that case; claws. Stiles didn't notice that while he was staring at the man, the wolf was looking back at him. Derek noticed Stiles eyes on him from the beginning, wondering to himself what ran through said persons head. He shook his head and turned to the clock hanging on the wall and sighed.
                          
"Lets get some sleep, I'll let you stay in my room while you're here with Isaac. I'll take the couch," Derek said, as he dropped the empty bottle into trash shoot. He looked over at Stiles, and raised an eyebrow.
                          
Stiles nodded, "Alright," the boy turned girl yawned and stretched his arms over his head and showed the flat belly to the eyes of the wolf in the room. He walked down the hall to the alpha males room to get ready for bed. He turned when he heard a noise behind him and watched as Derek grabbed his things from around the room; before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
                          
Stiles sighed and checked on the sleeping Isaac, and then went to the bag Lydia left him. He grabbed a large t-shirt and some sleep shorts, then got undressed. He slipped on the clothes, before moving over to the bed. He stopped and stared at it, blushing lightly as thoughts of a naked; or half naked Derek flashed through his mind. He shook his head and climbed into the bed, he relaxed soon after and fell asleep just as fast as his exhausted body relaxed.
                          
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Derek groaned as he shifted on the couch, his brows furrowed. He ran his palm across his face as his mind was racing with different thoughts first thing in the morning. All that happened the night before rushed back to him and he frowned once again. He then sniffed, he nosed twitched as did his ears; as he smelt food from his kitchen and heard humming. He turned his head and looked over and saw something that made his heart thump deeply in his chest, and warmth spread through his body.
                          
There at the stove was Stiles, humming as he cooked breakfast. The long wavy brown hair pulled back into a braid, the ample chest perfectly aligned in a green tank top and shapely legs encased in ripped jeans. Pale freckled bare feet padded around the loft kitchen as he cooked the food. Plates where set out on the island eating area with glasses filled with juice, and Issac was sitting in a booster seat. Waving his little feet around as he sucked down a bottle of formula. He leaned up and sniffed more, he could smell new scents coming from the two
                          
There was a vanilla scent from Stiles, and a peach scent coming from Isaac, but something else made him blink in wonder; the scent of spices and earth. His own scent wafted from both the baby and boy turned girl. It made his wolf growl in ownership but also made him gulp down saliva in his mouth, the urge to mark and scent Stiles was strong.
                          
He would have to anyway, for Issac but also to keep Stiles safe. He got up, his black blanket falling from his naked chest. His dark grey sweats hung low on his hips, showing off his perfect body but also the dark happy trail that led down below the pants. He walked over and leaned against the counter, watching Stiles putter around his loft. Normally an Alpha would be annoyed or even territorial with someone different within his territory. But having Stiles do such domestic things within his home; felt really good.
                          
"What are you doing?" Derek asked with that deep curious voice of his. He smirked as Stiles jumped and turned fast to stare at him with large eyes, his hand on his chest. He looked like he was about have a heart attack.
                          
Stiles panted, "Don't scare me like that!" He yelled, his dainty hands waved to cool his face down a little. "What does it look like sour-wolf? I'm making breakfast. Are ya hungry?"He smiled slightly, that very same cocky but cute smile on plump lips of a girl shown through, the same smile he had as a man. It was still him under all those girly and petite female looks.
                          
Stiles moved over when he heard a coo come from Issac, he smiled down at the curly haired baby. He wiggled his finger in the child's face, grinning when the baby gave a giggle and reached for his pretty nailed hand. "Looks who's awake Issac, it's papa! Yes it is, Yes it is! It's your papa sweet-pea."He smiled when the baby moved the bottle from his mouth and cooed, making noise when the female spoke to him with such love and devotion.
                          
Derek crossed his arms arms over his chest and smirked down at them, watching the little baby coo and whimper like a pup at his surrogate mama. It was true that Stiles was like a pack mom, he had always cared for everyone and thought of their well-being before his own. It was the reason why Derek wanted to be closer to the small petite boy turned girl.
                          
He reached over and ran his large hand over the curls of Issac's hair, his voice deep as he spoke to the pup. "Mornin', you being good to your mama?" He asked and the baby yipped, while giving a gummy smile to the alpha male he looked at as a father figure. Derek smirked fondly at him, "Good boy,"
                          
Stiles blushed but waved his hand, "Go sit. I'll get your breakfast and then you can get ready for the day. The pack is going to be here later today." He reached over and filled the alpha's plate with food, piled high like most wolves liked and then set it down in front of Derek to eat.
                          
Stiles then made his own food and sat down across from the just woken wolf. Derek ate his fill, wondering how this small male now female could make such great food when the kid couldn't even sit down to relax for five minutes a day. He never had such good food since his mother and it almost made him choke at how similar the food style was from his childhood.
                          
He kept those thoughts in the back of his mind and finished his food. "Thanks, I'm going to get ready before the pack gets here," He told the younger boy and without thinking he set the dishes in the sink. He walked back and leaned down and nuzzled Stiles' head and snuffled Issac; before he left for a shower.
                          
Stiles sat there in shock, still feeling Derek's face and heat close to his head. The scent of spices and forest that came from the alpha male lingered. He heard a coo near him, looking as Issac gave him a curious face. "Its nothing, sweetie." Stiles said, ruffling his hair. "Lets get this place cleaned, hm? What do you think, does papa need to clean up his place or what?" He asked with a cheeky grin, while standing to his feet. He cooed at the baby, laughing when he saw the dead pan look on the baby's face, the same look the older version of him always had.
                          
At least he didn't forget his opinions on Derek's loft.