What he didn't say was that his mother probably would've loved the idea too. For a moment Stiles wondered what she would think of this whole mess they were in. And the fact that he was with a man. A werewolf. He remembered her as an open and accepting woman and the rare occasions his dad talked about her, he said the same about her, so Stiles hoped that she would've approved.

For a long moment he hesitated, pondering if he should ask or not but in the end his curiosity won over. "You never really talk about your father or your mother, for that matter. What do you think they would think about all this? Not just the wedding but us, the bonds and all?" the human asked quietly. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Stiles was right in assuming that it doesn't mean a lot to Derek personally, but that didn't mean he didn't want to do it. "It means a lot to you and to your dad so that makes it important to me too." Besides, it wasn't a day full of strangers, it would be family and friends so that made it a good day, a more bearable day. And he got to watch Stiles be in a suit and have twinkles in his eyes the entire day as he enjoyed himself. It wasn't that much of a sacrifice to give them that day. It would also be good since then on paper, if anything happened to him when their bond was old enough to sustain without the alpha, it would all go to Stiles.

The next question took him by surprise even though it made sense Stiles would think about family when they were discussing a day which would have drawn their families. They both didn't have much family by blood. As far as he knew, there were a few aunts and uncles for the human. And Derek had an estranged sister and the other... they were still mending fences due to the fire. Peter. But he wasn't around these days, and Malia, who Derek hadn't talked to anymore either. He didn't talk about his family, not even with the remaining family. It was too painful to rake up memories with them because they had been there. It was different with Stiles.

Honestly, he didn't want them to be forgotten memories. "My mother didn't... she had sperm donors for her children, or so we called them because we don't know who our fathers are. She always said her heart was full already and she was happy, she wanted to pass the Hale name on so she never got married. She believed in soul mates though. After Paige... she had said there would be more mates like her. She wasn't against weddings. Peter was married, bonded even, and he had lost everything. So when we... I wasn't ready to lose again. Too much past hurt," Derek smiled, more to himself. "Laura would have liked a wedding. She watched Yes to the dress each week."

Stiles relaxed more now that he knew their wedding wouldn't be a nuisance for Derek which he would hate, because then Stiles wouldn't force it on him. He would talk his dad out of this master plan of his. After all, he had promised to himself that he wouldn't force anything on Derek, even if it meant going against his dad's wish. Luckily, this time it wasn't going to have to happen.

He listened to Derek intently. He always wondered about his family relations of which he rarely talked and most that Stiles knew about the Hales was from Peter and elsewhere which he had picked up in all kinds of situations – newspaper clips from the fire, police reports, Deaton and potentially dangerous situations. He understood well enough how hard it had to be to talk about passed family members, but he also knew from first hand that it could help coping with the trauma.

"I had no idea about the father situation... or that she was never married. I only knew that she was a strong and evolved alpha who could fully shift to a wolf. Like you," he hummed gently, his hand turning under Derek's to lace their fingers together. It quickly became one of his favorite ways of getting into physical contact with him. To find and give comfort and a sense of belonging and support.

He also got it now even better why Derek was so reluctant to give in to his feelings for the potential mate he could feel in Stiles. He probably would've been reluctant too in his place. To that Stiles just nodded then smiled a bit. "I think I would've liked Laura. I vaguely remember seeing her in town when I was a child," he said, fighting off the picture of how he saw her both in wolf and human form when they dug up her grave by the burnt down Hale house with Scott. They were so stupid back then. He still regretted that, even if they were in pursuit of the truth. Or the version of a truth they thought was the right one.

"You can invite anyone you want to, but I can only think of a smaller and simple, intimate ceremony. I don't have much family left either, but close friends should definitely come. The rest we can figure out later. We have enough on our plate already," Stiles hummed.

Their hands entwined, the physical contact of it made it easier to sit there in the kitchen of the Stilinski home to talk about a past he usually avoided mentioning. For a long time the old burned down house had been a way to punish himself. It’s why Derek had stayed in it, because after losing Laura he hadn't thought he deserved anything but the memory of what had been lost. Wandering in the black ashes of his family. Nobody had dared to mention them, nobody had dared to talk about it. Cora had tried but he had shut her down fast back then.

"My grandmother, my mother, Laura, they were all wolves when alphas. Like the Argents, we had female leaders." Not that it had mattered to them, the Hales had a strong line of females and so it wasn't a surprise he had gotten a daughter himself.

"I grew up with Peter being my male role model." And that hadn't been the best role model to have. Peter had cared, but even before the fire he had been good at manipulating every situation to make it go his way. And Derek hadn't even seen it until that day in the hospital where he had fought his uncle to save Stiles. Where Peter had forced him to submit and accept him as alpha to keep the human safe. Because that had been the promise: Stiles wouldn't get hurt as long as Derek did as he was told. Even when younger, that's how it had been. Peter would show up all younger-looking at the high school to mess with Derek's life and he had let him. Paige had paid the price for his inability to see through the scams.

And Laura? She had been older, they had been the classic siblings of pestering and teasing and being annoying, too much age difference to be spending much time together. Until the fire. After that she became his whole world. "Yeah, you would have liked Laura, she was..." She was. And he couldn't say more, didn't need to, Stiles continued on about the wedding and he relaxed gratefully.

"I have a few people I'd like to invite, not much." Wasn't even guaranteed they'd come to it but the fact he had people to invite was already something. He wasn't the lone wolf he used to be in the past. "We'll see whom we want to invite and how big it will get. We've got time for it then. If we involve Lydia, she'll get things done quickly." Nobody messed with Lydia Martin, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to organizing.

Needless to say, Stiles could feel how difficult it was for Derek to share these bits of information about his family, but he made sure through squeezing the other man's hand and their mate bond that he was grateful for the openness and answers. It was a step towards being able to talk about such things. He was also wiser now than to push. They had time to go into more details in the future. Now the younger Stilinski was content with what he got from Derek and noticed how continuing with the wedding made him feel relieved. So Stiles kept his comments on Peter not being the best role model or on the female leadership in the Hale pack to himself and went along with the other topic.

"Yes, we'll see. Though I'm not sure if we should involve Lydia like that. I mean... given the fact how you two are nowadays. I wouldn't want to put that pressure on either of you and I'm perfectly capable of organizing a small wedding without going overboard with anything," he chuckled shortly.

Stiles knew about how... uncertain and strained Derek's relationship was with Lydia at the moment. Mostly because she opted out on being a bigger part of Elizabeth's life. She had her own reasons, but neither Stiles, nor Derek seemed to be able to understand that. He knew what a sore point this was for Derek, because he tried everything he could think of to make this work and give Beth both of her parents. Stiles didn't want to get involved in this too much, because he thought it was between the little girl's parents, but he offered his support to Derek and tried his damn best to be a good second dad to the cute hybrid girl who had grown to his heart so quickly it wasn't even funny. Not that Stiles minded at all that he had a responsibility towards her too now. That he became a dad with this package deal.

But it bugged him too, because no matter how he tried to shed a light on how Lydia was making a mistake, she didn't listen. It was a sore point for the young emissary not just because he kinda felt like he had failed Beth and Derek in this, but also because he couldn't comprehend how Lydia was basically robbing the possibility from Beth to have her mother in her life while growing up. Stiles would've killed to have that in his, but because of the death of his mother, he’d never have that chance. He had told this much to his friend, but still she kept her distance so he didn't force it further. He just hoped that one day Lydia would realize her mistake and returned into her daughter's life. Stiles hoped it wasn't going to be too late. Until then he took up on another task – namely, the mission of trying to give Beth a happy and full childhood and helping Derek as best as he can to raise his daughter.

The suggestion of Lydia was mostly also for Stiles since she used to be his friend as well but she had distanced herself even from him. Derek had been her friend the past years. It was why she had suggested the surrogacy and why he had said yes to her because, at the time, it had made sense. And now, she had decided to pull away even from her daughter, giving Derek full custody because it was ‘better that way,’ and he didn't understand it. Derek was the last person to claim he was good at interacting with others, he had the habit of angering them, of saying the wrong things and he was too blunt and full of snark. But he had tried with Lydia, he had tried hard to give into what she wanted but he didn't understand what she wanted so he was doing it wrong all the time. It had started with the little things, until she hadn't been there at Halloween and she had accused him of stealing all her firsts with their daughter. After that, it had only gone from bad to worse.

Derek hated the idea of Beth knowing her mother but having to go without her, that at some point Derek's excuses of her being busy with college weren't going to work anymore and he was going to have to tell her mommy wasn't going to come by for her and that she wasn't going to spend the weekends with her mother at all. That despite everything, Derek had failed in giving her a full family experience.

Though deep down, he had also been fed up with having to beg Lydia to spend time with her kid, to have to be the one to make sure Lydia would be part of anything because she never had initiated herself. Energy Derek didn't have for a while after Hell. He had been fed up with her not knowing what was going on in their lives so maybe he was also relieved he could stop pumping energy into something she hadn't wanted. What he did regret was the loss of their friendship. For years she had been the one he had went to, they had spent their holidays together not celebrating it, he had visited her in Paris when she had moved there and now he was the one she didn't want to see. And it hurt. To lose somebody yet again, for the simple reason he didn't do what was expected of him. And he wasn't going to do that, not anymore. He was done being the one to be used and manipulated.

"I was mostly thinking of you and Elizabeth but it's probably too confusing for her anyways. Maybe in a few years if Lydia ever changes her mind, she can see her daughter, but for now...." Yeah, it was best they kept it as it was. It was their happy day, they didn't need drama. "And you've read that there's no magic pregnancy between males so you can stop fretting about us expanding the pack that way."

Thankfully. Because Derek didn't want to think about the uncomfortable idea of one of them having to actually carry a child within. Expanding was something he was open to in the years to come, but in the usual way a gay couple would find their kids: adoption or surrogacy. A little Stiles wouldn't be a bad idea. No, scratch that, it would be a terrible idea but one he would be very open to.

"Yeaaaah... well, maybe we should rest things with her for a while and see how things will go," Stiles nodded in agreement, his thumb rubbing Derek's hand comfortingly. There was a lot of self-blame in his mate right there. "Though I'll still want to send an invitation for her, even if she decides not to come. She's been our friend after all," he hummed, thinking on how easy it was to let life loosen and break down such bonds. Even with someone like Scott, Stiles could see that pattern.

Sure, it was Stiles who first had left Beacon Hills, but he tried to stay in contact even then. Asked Scott to keep him updated, but all that's been going on here, Scott’s new relationship with Kira, fighting off new supernatural threats and not wanting to drag Stiles back for help made those updates shorter and scarcer. Stiles kept himself busy too, yes, but he tried to maintain their friendship despite the fact that he needed some time away from the chaos that Beacon Hills had become.

Scott used to be his best friend. He had known him since kindergarten. Yet life did make them drift apart. Stiles took it badly how he was left behind, forgotten, how his unspoken dismay about some of the decisions the 'true alpha' had made widened the gap between them. Or at least that's how it had felt. Sure, he wasn't in town anymore, but yeah... It took him some time to get used to that. Not that they didn't stay on friendly terms and he knew Scott would drop everything to come and help if he called – just like Stiles would do to his friend. But things have changed. Everything was different. Especially now when coming back here brought such massive changes into Stiles' life.

"I wasn't fretting about getting knocked up!" Stiles chuckled and let Derek stir his thoughts into a different direction once more. "I was just pulling your leg," he rolled his eyes then when it dawned on him what Derek was implying, he gasped. "So we are now talking about having kids too?" he grinned, quickly examining how that made him feel. Yes, this was just feeling out how they thought about things regarding their future together as nothing like that could happen until they both were ready and their life together had settled and stabilized. (Stiles wondered if that would ever happen, though.)

"You so want to have kids with me!" he realized, turning a bit on his chair to be able to watch Derek better, a wave of excitement and happiness rushing through him and the bonds. "It'd be nice and would make happy not just me but grandpa Noah too," he grinned. "If we survive that long, that is. But I definitely would like to carry on both the Hale and Stilinski names... oh, even better: Hale-Stilinski!" he fingered Derek's shirt on his chest with a goofy smirk and some more blushing. "Until then we can expand the pack with taking in the unwanted wolves you had talked about."

Pulling Derek’s leg, yeah, he had succeeded with that. Stiles had bought them pregnancy tests when he had read about male pregnancy online and the Hale had been exasperated in telling him that no, there was no such thing as super sperm capable of rearranging a human male's insides to make him able to be fertile and then Stiles had told Derek to take one as well, just to be sure magic didn't make a butt baby with him. Imagine his horrified surprise when his stick had given the positive sign of two stripes and he had been staring at the test like it would jump up and bite him until Stiles had come into the bathroom, laughing his ass off at Derek's expression. Apparently there were fake pregnancy tests which would show positive no matter what. He had thrown the plastic stick at Stiles with a lot of grumbling. It hadn't been funny, at all.

Stiles was quick to catch on what Derek had actually said, and happy to point it out too. Like with the idea of a wedding, a wave of warmth hit him, so the human seemed to be okay with it. "Someday I'd like to have a kid of your genes walking around. We already have one of mine." And he wasn't in a rush to add more of his genes into another kid, though the idea of a larger pack, a larger family was a nice one. It was good to have some dreams, even if they weren't going to be fulfilled.

The goofy grin and the shy fondling of his shirt reminded him of why he wanted to have kids with this particular man, because he was an idiot yes but he was his idiot. "Sure, we can add the two names together, you don't have to take mine or I yours, we can have both." It was a terribly long name but it would fit them, and less confusion for Beth. "But until years down the line, we can practice making babies even if we can't have them." Lots of practice. He wasn't ready to expand, not with kids, not with unwanted wolves, they had enough to handle at the moment and he'd be an unstable alpha. It needed time. Time they should take, time they maybe wouldn't get because this was Beacon Hills.

"I know you love kids, I know you didn't like being the only kid and I'm used to a large family. So yeah, makes sense that somewhere down the line, we'd look into it." Like with moving in together, that part of a possible future seemed natural to the wolf, and the main reason why Derek's last relationship didn't work: he hadn't liked kids. Which was a deal breaker because Derek had one and he wouldn't put her second, ever.

Stiles was seriously blushing by the time Derek said he wanted a kid with his genes, he could feel even his ears burning, but he didn't mind his reaction as he looked up into the light-green eyes. If there was someone with whom he wanted to expand their family, it was with this man, he realized. Of course he knew that it was in the far future, but having such plans, knowing that those plans for their future matched felt very good.

Besides, Derek was right. He always longed for a brother or sister, but her mother didn't have that long with them and his dad never remarried. For long years Scott was closest for him to have a brother. But secretly he always envied having big families. Stiles knew that Derek came from such a family and guessed that he must be missing that too, not just the actual members he had lost. So if he could give Derek the desired big family both with another kid and the wolves they would eventually accept to the pack, all the better.

"We can totally practice having a baby. I'm soooo up for that," he outright giggled, giving Derek playful bedroom eyes as he caressed his chest. "We should do a practice run soon-ish," he suggested, his mind getting flooded by hot images. "Maybe after tomorrow's practice we could go rest up in the loft regardless of in what condition we'll be in. We either just rest or..." he purred suggestively. Who could blame him for having the hots for his gorgeous mate? Even if he had to suppress that now.

"Hmm," Derek hummed in agreement to the suggestion, hoping they wouldn't be too tired tomorrow to at least have a moment together that didn't involve only sleeping. His hand ran along Stiles' stomach as if he was imagining it being fucked full of semen, and he didn't want to think about that too much because it was a little too stimulating. And that would be awkward with Noah right there in the other room. Sure, the TV was on loud but he didn't want to be captured in a compromising position by the man who demanded to be his father-in-law.

It was part of the bonding, their need to be physically close as well. It helped it settle since it was still fluctuating because apparently it was too new. It was why they were giddy and horny like teenagers, like a biological need needing to be fulfilled. It was what the mating book had mentioned, the physical attraction shouldn't be denied. In other words, a book was encouraging their need for sex.

"You're starting something we can't finish right now." Stiles was, if anything, a big tease. If he kept it up, Derek might be tempted to put him under a cold shower just to mess with him a little too.

One of the reasons why moving would be good was the fact that now when there was no kid, there was a dad around so they couldn't exactly get upstairs right now to have some urges handled. "Speaking of urges..... January is when my rut happens so..." So that was notified and Stiles would know. Derek would either get away or they would deal with it together but that was a choice up to his mate.

From the hand on his stomach Stiles drew in a sharp breath, the touch seemingly burning through his T-shirt, making the muscles tighten and butterflies flutter their wings in there just the right way, a spark of lust flashing up in his eyes. He felt drawn to Derek like a magnet, stronger all of a sudden and it took only that single touch. Biting down on his own bottom lip, he let Derek's hand go and in the next moment found himself straddling the other man. It was only a half-conscious move on his part, the other half was very much his teasing and playful side, pushing on their limits. They did act like teenagers, sneaking around behind his dad's back, but Stiles didn't care. The pull was there and he really didn't want to resist it when the warmth and scent of the wider body felt so damn good under him. He knew he was playing with fire, but he didn't mind being burnt by it a bit. (And he was so glad that he didn't blurt out that... for obvious reasons.)

Stiles also seemed to be deaf to Derek's slight warning about not being able to finish this right now. He was more interested in the topic he just brought up, too. As he slid his arms around Derek's neck, leaning in closer, he released his bottom lip and let his fingers play with the fine hairs on the wolf's nape.

"Oh please do tell me what that rut entails, because I didn't get to that part of the book just yet and I'm so very curious..." he said, leaning in even closer to nose along Derek's neck, inhaling him deeply. Damn, this man was so intoxicating for his senses that he wanted to drown in him, get drunk on Derek for days on no end. His own magic was lazily reacting to the closeness too, but it didn't push or swell, just kept slowly swirling in the depths of him, waiting, anticipating.

"I guess you'll have to read about it," Derek replied because he wasn't going to cover something with words when a book could explain it perfectly. And he wanted to see his mate's face when he did read it instead of right now when they were both far too distracted because he had a lap full of human. Stiles was doing this slight squirming to which Derek’s body was all too happy to react to, and his warning about them not starting something they couldn't finish was too late now. It made him huff, because as enticing as it was to do this when others were near, it wasn't good when the others was Stiles' dad.

As Stiles sniffed him, inhaled his scent deeply which was so very arousing to the werewolf, he made a strangled noise in the back of his throat because he wanted their clothes off and their bodies close and naked. There was some time before Elizabeth came back, the game was probably happening for another hour or so and Derek had a very hard problem he wanted to take care of.

"I can't believe you," he complained but it was more in amusement as he pushed Stiles off his lap so he could stand himself.

He had to adjust, before he was able to walk, grabbing Stiles' wrist to pull him along. Noah was engrossed in the game and didn't seem to notice them migrating upstairs. ‘Seem’ being the active word in this because the TV's volume was turned up. Yeah, and that wasn't embarrassing or anything. Funny enough, he found he didn't care. Stiles had started something and now they were going to finish it too. The wolf pulled his boyfriend into the bedroom and closed the door.

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