20: The Wedding – Part 2

The loft hadn't changed from the outside, it was still the big gloomy building that looked uninhabited. Pretty much the Derek Hale style. Hopefully the inside had changed, because living in something so empty wasn't good for anybody, not even Derek. To his surprise, the elevator had gotten an upgrade and from what it looked like, the stairwell had been cleaned up and looked way more livable too.

When they reached the top, Scott was a little nervous. It’s been a while since he was here. There were sounds from behind the big metal door, so Derek was home and there was something that sounded like a wailing banshee. "Ow..." Scott winched at the high-pitched sound.

"And that's our daughter, Elizabeth for you. The banshee force is strong with this one," Stiles chuckled, opening the door for Scott to usher him inside. And with that closer to the source of the loud sound which was admittedly not good for werewolf ears. Or humans with slightly enhanced senses, for that matter. But at least Stiles had the chance to get used to it since they've been living together.

"Oh, oh, what's the reason for the wailing? Cute flower girls don't wail just smile," Stiles cooed as he took the lead and led Scott into the living area, letting his friend take a quick glance around while the Spark would try to solve the situation.

He walked to Derek and the loud little girl, seeing from the corner of his eye how Fenrir eyed the newcomer.

"Also, that's not a good first impression on daddy Sty's childhood friend whom came for the wedding and to see you throwing rose petals," he continued on with his soft calming tone as he reached the father-daughter duo and pressed a quick kiss to Derek's lips before turning his attention to their daughter.

Derek kissed Stiles while he attempted to calm the little girl down. Luckily she had stopped her really loud screech of pure happiness each time she spotted Derek, using her power unknowingly, and had grown out of it. Kind of. The werewolf DNA in her had activated her Banshee DNA so she was far too young for what she was.

"She wants to throw the flowers in practice now that we got them this afternoon," the alpha explained. The flowers weren't even there, they were at the Sheriff's house along with the cake.

"I throw now!" A petulant toddler stuck out her bottom lip, crossing her arms like Derek always did as she glanced to Scott who was busy ogling the upgraded loft as well as the cute little girl who did look a lot like her dad in many ways, including the big green eyes and bushy eyebrows. There was some of Lydia in there too, her little cute nose for example and her pillow lips. But it was like Derek had been copied to be reborn as a tiny girl. It was mind-boggling.

"You'll throw them tomorrow and you'll be great at it, cub. How about you go get your dress to show us all how pretty you'll look tomorrow?"

“’Kay!” She glanced at Scott, before running off to the circular stairs, Fenrir following her with a bark. Only then did the older alpha stand up and came to greet Scott with a manly hug where they both pretty much clung to one another, slapped their backs before pulling away.

"She'll come introduce herself when she's back, she has a busy head," Derek jerked his thumb to the ceiling with a soft smile while Scott beamed.

"That's totally okay. She's excited for tomorrow. As am I! And look at this place. There's furniture. Actual furniture and looking like a home. You two look happy, like really ha...- What's that?"

Scott's enthused ramble got broken off when he spotted an actual chicken hopping onto Derek's shoulder from wherever it came from. And it looked at being at home like a weird parrot. There was a chicken on Derek Hale's shoulder. Scott wasn't sure if he was awake.

"That's Beaky," Stiles chuckled, gently stroking the chicken's head with a fingertip. "Hatched by Derek before Easter," the Spark grinned at his friend. "Otherwise yes, we are very happy here and glad that you like the loft. It was a lot of work put in there, but we love how it turned out. It's a real home now, not just a simple roof over our head," he said and while they waited for Beth to put her dress on, Stiles went to the kitchen and fetched bottles of beer for the three of them and filled their daughter's sippy cup with apple juice, which she would demand once he saw the adults drinking.

He returned just in time to see the little girl carefully reach the bottom of the stairs before running towards them with Fenrir at her heels. He was really a good guardian dog and companion.

Handing out the beers, the human beamed at their daughter. "Look at that! Who's the prettiest flower girl?" he chuckled.

"Me!" Beth provided and swirled around in her pink dress that had an also pink ribbon around her middle.

"Of course. Come here, princess. I'd like you to meet Scott. He's daddy Sty's childhood friend and our best man at the wedding tomorrow. He used to live in this town too and helped daddy and me a lot in the past," he explained then looked at his friend. "Scott, this is our daughter, Elizabeth Laura Hale."

"Hi," the two echoed at the same time, making Derek snort, the two puppies meeting at long last. Because even though Scott had aged and turned into a full adult, he still had the soulful puppy eyes and that smile that would never let up. The man seemed to be a full optimist even now. Some things didn't change at least and he was glad for it because it made Scott who he was.

"You look very pretty," Derek told Beth who was very careful with her dress and that's why she was allowed to wear it for a little bit. Not that he'd get mad if something happened to it but she would be very disappointed that her princess dress was ruined before the big day.

"Very awesome princess," Scott high fived Beth, or tried because she missed, making her giggle when Scott tried again without fail. "I have to ask though," the young alpha's attention went back to Derek, who knew what the question was, because that particular question followed each time Stiles had to announce Derek hatched the chicken.

"Werewolf warmth and not so empty egg resulted in Beaky when I held the egg in my hand a little too long between buying the eggs and getting them ready to be painted. I didn't sit on it, I'm not a werechicken."

"No, you'd be a werecock," Scott laughed with that lopsided grin of his.

"The only eggs he sits on are mine," Stiles provided with a barely audible comment and a grin. He knew the others would hear it anyway.

"Oh god... too much information, dude!" Scott scoffed, shaking his head and took a sip from his beer.

"You know me, Scotty...." Stiles winked at him then grinned at Derek with a dirty little look. "Either way, Scott here thought that since we had no bachelor party that we could have one tonight. Here at the loft with a few drinks and music."

"We have party now?" Beth chimed in with big sparkling eyes and climbed up onto the couch and Stiles' lap. "I drink too!" she announced, making grabby hands towards the human's beer.

Stiles chuckled and nodded for Derek to hand Beth her sippy cup with the apple juice in it, which he had left on the coffee table exactly for this reason. His smile was maybe a bit smug about it. "Daddy Sty brought you your own drink, sweetheart. But drink it carefully, not to let it spill on your dress, okay?"

"'kay, daddy Sty," she nodded, making her brown locks bounce and looked at Derek expectantly, her little hands held out for her cup. She looked so cute with the serious concentration and determination on her little face.

Honestly, Derek had no idea why the egg comment was dirty because Stiles didn't have eggs he would sit on, and if he meant his testicles, those he still didn't sit on because they were a sensitive part of their body. He attempted to hide his puzzled look by taking a sip of the beer while handing Beth her sippy cup with children's beer aka apple juice. They also had grape juice for pretend wine and it worked so far.

"How about we all dress up for our party tonight? We can find you another pretty dress in your closet, cub." Of course the party with Beth there would be very PG rated with snacks and maybe a few games or something. Once she was off to bed, they could drink some.

"I like this dress," she protested predictably.

"I know, but that's for tomorrow. After the wedding you can wear it as often as you want, promise."

"Even in bed?"

"Even in bed."

The little girl beamed at that prospect, sipping from her cup as she mimicked the grown up men sipping from their beer bottles. Derek didn't understand the fascination with sleeping in clothes but if it made her happy to sleep in her dress once... Beth climbed over to him on the couch and gave him a hug, her little lips smacking a wet kiss on his cheek. Which Scott, because he was an asshole, snapped with his phone.

"What? I totally need evidence so I know this really happened." Scott ignored the grumpy look thrown his way. "Daddy Derek is like a whole different person."

"Malia will love that picture too," Stiles grinned a bit evilly. "Can't blame you, though. It took me some time too to be able to get over the fact that he is a dad now. But he definitely looks good in this role," Stiles beamed and leaned over Beth's head to press a kiss to Derek's lips.

"I kiss too!" the little girl threw her small arm around Stiles too.

"Of course!" the human chuckled and pressed a smacking kiss onto a rosy cheek, making Beth giggle happily. It was definitely better than the veiling from earlier. And of course Scott took a picture of this too.

After Stiles helped Beth pick another dress and Stiles put the pink one into safety until tomorrow, they joined the others back in the living room for some snacks and of course board games and singing Beth's favorite Frozen songs. With the little girl demanding a lot of their attention and Fenrir wanting to take part in the games too, the old friends didn't have much time to catch up.

That came after Derek bathed and ushered Elizabeth to her bed. It was a nice evening with some quiet music and a few beers, but clearly they all needed their beauty sleep before the big day, so they didn't stay up too late. Either way, it was clear that Stiles was happy and excited about the following day and sharing it with his oldest friend. It was like he got a missing piece of him back – even if just for a few days. But for now it all felt like the old days and it helped him calm down somewhat and worry less about everything having to be perfect on their big day.

***

There were a few things with weddings Derek thought were ridiculous but he was still entertaining it for Stiles. The whole Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue. His husband-to-be was taking care of the blue and new, so Derek's job had been something borrowed and something old, which he was sure was done on purpose because Stiles was a little shit like that. The borrowed came from Melissa, who had offered her fake flower she had worn on her own wedding, stitched onto her dress. Now it was pinned on Derek's suit jacket. Which he had protested against, of course. He wasn't a flower wolf. It was still there now and yeah, nobody went against Melissa McCall. And when he had said that he had covered the old with that as well, Melissa had put her hands on her hips and had asked if he was saying she was old. He wisely hadn't commented on it.

The old came from his own family, so they could be there a little at least. The old triskele token, the metal coin, was also in his suit jacket to carry with him. He had checked to make sure the moment he had woken up while Stiles was still sleeping, snoring away adorably. It gave the Hale the time to quietly start the morning with coffee, lost in thought as he stared out the big loft window in the living room area.

Today was the day of all days. Today they'd get married legally and Stiles still wanted to despite knowing about Kate. That talk has been lingering in his mind. Stiles hadn't pushed him for anything even though Derek had hinted at it not only being Kate who had done this but also Jennifer. Stiles still wanted to marry him despite knowing all that, he hadn't looked at him with pity not once. Sex had changed a little, the younger man was letting him know at all times what he was doing, asked more times if it was okay. Despite the fact they had safe words and even the color system in place.

Despite all of the brokenness, Stiles hadn't run off, was even nervous of today as if he thought Derek would be the one having second thoughts. That wasn't going to happen. Not today, not tomorrow, not a month from now or years. Stiles would have been smart to run, have an easier life. But here he still was. Loving him, accepting him. He fingered the rune on his arm, closing his eyes as he focused on his anchor to breathe deeply a few times just as the rays of the rising sun hit his face.

"You know I can kinda feel it when you're fingering your rune?" Of course it was Stiles stirring in bed. Being mates was awesome most of the time, but sometimes because of their strong connection, privacy was an illusion. Like when they accidentally answered questions or thoughts without them being uttered. Or like now when the magic was reacting in the rune from Derek's finger 'disturbing' it. It made Stiles' own rune tingle a bit.

That question was followed by a huge yawn and Stiles rolling into Derek's spot – not minding the cover tangling around him in the process – to bury his nose into that pillow, feeling content and happy from inhaling the familiar scent.

"Before you share your deep thoughts... is there coffee for me too?" he mumbled, wiggling into a more comfortable position and rubbed his cheek against said pillow with closed eyes and a content purr.

Derek jerked startled. He had noticed the heartbeat changing but he hadn't though Stiles would be awake yet, or talking to him. At least there wasn't enough coffee in the mug to make an idiot out of himself when he whirled to Stiles. "I' didn't mean to wake you up. I didn't know you could feel that." It had been a habit, to touch the rune, and all those times Stiles must have felt it.

"I'll get you that coffee, while you kiss my pillow." Amusement laced Derek’s voice as he trotted to the kitchen to get himself a refill and get Stiles his much needed coffee. The young man had barely been awake. Returning to the bedroom with two mugs full, he placed them on his side of the bed, since that's where his mate was still sprawled as he nudged the human.

He had to move a little, but when that didn't happen, Derek climbed over him to join him on the other side, reaching for his mug again.

Stiles felt quite smug about the achievement of startling Derek Hale so he was smiling into the pillow while waiting for his coffee to be delivered. He enjoyed that lovely not entirely awake state of his mind floating and nearly slipping in and out of sleep. But when Derek was back and simply crawled over to the other side, he did make kissy noises into the pillow to humor him. It was only after that that he forced himself to move into a sitting position and grab his own coffee.

"Don't worry about it. It doesn't bother me, by the way. It's just a pleasant little tingling I feel in my own rune," he finally replied then took a big sip of his coffee, followed by another content sound. He found it so sexy when his mate took care of him. Even with such small and simple gestures like bringing coffee to bed.

"I don't know if it's because it's our wedding day, but you look incredibly sexy. Just wanted to put that out in the open," Stiles smiled sleepily as he nestled himself more into Derek's spot. "So... spill the beans if you want to. What were you thinking about so deeply that I managed to startle you?" Aaand the smug smirk made a comeback.

There was an arched eyebrow thrown at Stiles when the human commented on how incredibly sexy he looked. Because he hadn't done anything, he was wearing his sweatpants he usually slept in and his hair was probably all tousled since he hadn't even glanced at it after waking up. Apparently his just out of bed look was sexy. Good to know. "We should get your eyes checked after the wedding." he decided to snark, sipping from his mug.

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes," Stiles grumbled, playfully 'kicking' Derek's leg, but it was more like stroking it with his foot.

The previous smug look was pointedly ignored, and if somebody were to ask Derek, he'd deny being startled by a spaz like Stiles. "I was thinking about how lucky I am for you not running off."

That sounded more romantic in his head than when he outright admitted it. "You were never in it for the money, but besides Elizabeth, you're signing up for a life with me. Me." Any smart man or woman would have ran off a long time ago and yet here they were, on the day of their wedding to commit even more than they already were.

"I should be the one nervous, not you."

"Hey, I can still change my mind about saying 'yes'. But please don't leave me at the... wedding arch," Stiles half-joked, but that bundle of nerves which he's been carrying for weeks now stirred even from that joke. Reaching out, he stroked the back of Derek's hand while sipping from his coffee.

"Of course I won't run off. I love you more than anything. You're my mate, my pair, my companion, my anchor. The love of my life. I'd be an idiot if I ran off now that I finally have you. Some people look for their other half all their lives. I'm lucky that I'd met you all these years ago and that life kept throwing us into each other’s path until our stubborn, thick heads realized that we should be together. I'm so in love with you, Derek. I never felt like this for anyone. From that I know that you are my one and only and as sappy as it might sound, I'll always love you, no matter what. Today we're gonna further strengthen our bond, because it's our wedding. Oh god, I can't believe this day finally came!"

The nerves flaring up was felt by Derek and he knew that maybe these kind of talks today of all day, wasn't the smartest thing to do. But Stiles had asked him what he had been thinking and wouldn't have been okay with a dismissive answer. For a walking lying detector, Derek was a surprisingly bad liar himself.

"We're already talking vows and we're still in sleep wear." The Hale turned his hand around to caress the hand of his mate, his thumb stroking along the speedy pulse. "I love you too, this day and all the days." And he wasn't going to take it for granted either. He was going to marvel at what he had and know it could have been different. If he hadn't been taken in by Noah and if Stiles hadn't come back from his job for a two week vacation, they wouldn't have been here today.

"They say it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. But waking up before Beth and enjoying some time is so rare that we'll have to be okay with the bad luck."

"Our life is riddled with bad luck, so I don't care. We always find a way to turn it around," Stiles smiled and finished his coffee just to put the mug down on the nightstand then nuzzle to his very soon-to-be husband, even giving him a slow sensual kiss.

"As much as I'd love to go deeper into exactly how much we love each other and also express it physically, I kinda promised Scott not to have sex with you while he's sleeping in our guest room. Good thing that tonight we'll have the loft just for ourselves," he purred, playfully biting Derek's jawline. "We'll have so much sex on our wedding night. And then on our honeymoon. I can't wait."

"What kind of promise is that?" Derek complained, a little disappointed that there was no sex happening before the wedding, because it was a great way to relieve some of the stress. But Stiles was right, their wedding gift from Noah was babysitting Beth so they had a night to themselves and Scott would be staying with his mom to do some catching up. So they had all night tonight to do whatever they wanted. And it wasn't like they had time now because he could hear tiny feet rushing to the guestroom where Beth was waking up Scott and no doubt would be coming straight to them.

"Beth's awake so I better get started on breakfast for all of us." The werewolf pecked a kiss on Stiles' lips, the morning breath had been chased away by coffee. "Do you want me to shave all the way today or are we good with scruffy?" Once in a while Derek would shave it all off, but since it gave him a baby face, that only happened a few times a year. Of course for Stiles, on the big day, he'd go all smooth if he wanted. Deep down he knew Stiles didn't like the clean shaved look, though. Often enough he had commented how weird it was to see him without the scruff.

"Is there anything we have to do before getting ready?" Derek didn't think so.

"Scruffy is the way for today," Stiles provided all too happily and stole another peck from Derek's lips before they would get going. He did like the few days long stubble which sometimes grew into a short beard. More rubbing against the right places.

"Nah, you go take care of breakfast while I take a shower. Then after breakfast we'll have to go to dad's place with our clothes and get ready," Stiles said and although he suggested for Derek to move, he instead wrapped his arms more tightly around him, rubbing his body against his in a promising way.

"Go now or our daughter and best friend will find us in a compromising situation. One that I wouldn't want to be mentioned each time we get together," he chuckled while kissing into Derek's neck, inhaling him deeply. It seemed it was one of those days when he couldn't keep his hands off his mate. Which was fitting for their wedding day, really.

"Stiles..."

The rubbing of their bodies together wasn't fair, it was only getting them more in the mood, one they shouldn't be in because they couldn't do anything about it. "You're a tease." If the rubbing wasn't enough to get his body excited, then the inhaling and kissing of his neck was. He didn't want to start his day with an uncomfortable erection even though it was already firming up down there.

Derek kissed his mate's forehead and pushed him off because this was starting something they definitely couldn't finish. "Bad. Now go get that shower." The older man would get one after breakfast. On bare feet and not bothering with a shirt, he sauntered to the kitchen to get started on pancakes while he heard multiple feet on the stairs. The day was starting, and in a few hours, the ceremony would begin.

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