Years later…

Life was chaotic. Especially while Stiles was trying to make dinner for over fifty people.

"Dylan and Tyler, stop fighting over Spiderman, you know there are two of them," he called, separating them with a flick of his Spark. The pups giggled like mad as they slid away from each other on their butts. "Dylan, don't make me call your father. He is at work and he won't appreciate being interrupted while he's helping make the animals all better." Scott loved his job as veterinarian and honestly, would just laugh if he had to come home to deal with his wayward pup.

"'K, Unca Stiles," Dylan called.

Tyler giggled at his best friend being reprimanded.

"I heard that Tyler Ian, your papa is working at the new house, I can get him in here in minutes. Would you like that?"

The brown haired, green-eyed pup shook his head, his hair flopping around. "No, Daddy."

Stiles heard a yelp and a whimper and turned to look at his youngest son, shifted and running in circles in the corner of the kitchen. "Genim, stop chasing your tail, it really isn't trying to sneak up on you, I promise!"

"What's this I hear?" Derek asked, coming into the room and flashing his eyes at the pups with a grin before grabbing his youngest who shifted in his arms and snuggled up to him, snuffling into his neck. "Was that tail trying to get you again?"

"Uh huh. I don't yike it," the toddler mumbled.

"Well, I'm sure if you ask your tail nicely, it will just wave at you instead of chasing you, okay?" Derek said, doing his best not to crack a smile.

"Otay," the pup whispered before wriggling down to go and grab onto his daddy's leg.

"Hello mate," Derek said, leaning over and kissing Stiles, lapping over his bottom lip before pulling away.

"Hey, babe. How's the window installation going?" Derek and the rest of the pack were busy building the second pack house about fifty yards away from the current one. Their pack had grown by leaps and bounds, not just with new members, but babies galore.

Nearly every pack member was now a parent. Surprisingly enough, this included Peter and Jordan. While Derek had been sure Peter wouldn't want to have kids, he'd shocked them all by asking Jordan if he wanted to adopt. They'd found a beautiful little wolf cub whose parents had been killed in a car accident. With no other family, she would have ended up in the system, but Jordan had mentioned her to Peter and the rest was history. Little Maya was now four years old and the princess of the pack. For some reason, the majority of the babies born were boys and Maya was one of only three girls. She was the sweetest little thing and oddly enough had eyes the same piercing blue as Peter's. The older man was smitten with everything about his daughter and stayed at home with her while Jordan worked.

They were down two pack members, though they were moving back at the end of the year. Lydia and Jackson had moved to the east coast so Lydia could get her doctorate at MIT. She would be graduating soon and they would rejoin the pack. Even they were parents now, twins who had surprised the both of them, but Jackson had been willing to take care of them so Lydia could continue her education uninterrupted.

"Everything is right on schedule. Erica is quite the slave driver," Derek said with a wry smile.

Erica had grown into her shifter nature and became a force of nature all of her own. She liked to take charge in any situation she could and had moved up in the ranks to be included in the pack inner circle. She was just as deadly as Boyd and just as protective of the pack. Stiles couldn't have been prouder of her the day Derek had proclaimed her an enforcer of the pack.

"Daddy, Papa, I can't swing!" Little Genim complained loudly.

"What do you mean, my cub?" Derek asked him.

"I can't swing on the pwetty wope," he said, jumping up between them. His curly black hair and golden eyes were the exact opposite of his older brother.

Stiles swung his head around, his mouth dropped in shock.

"What is it?" Derek felt the shock resound through their bond and instantly felt on edge.

"He's trying to swing on our bond," Stiles whispered in awe. He watched as his tiny son tried to get his chubby hands around the red and gold strands of the bond stretching between his parents. He kept jumping and grunting, trying to reach it, looking more and more frustrated. Stiles couldn't believe it. His son was a Spark. Just like him. He felt tears burn in his eyes as he smiled happily. His beautiful little boy…

Derek interpreted what Stiles was feeling and grabbed their little boy and began swinging him around. "This is much more fun, isn't it, pup?"

"Yes, Papa! Higher!" Genim shrieked with joy.

That only started a riot. "Me next, Papa!" "Me too, Unca Derek! Tyler and Dylan yelled at the same time. "No, me next!"

Derek spent the next half hour swinging pups until even his werewolf arms were tired and feeling stretched out.

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"I will be remaining on as a Pack elder. So, while this is the end of my time as Emissary of the Hale Pack, this is the beginning of a new era. Please welcome and show support for your new Emissary, Emissary Stiles Hale," Deaton announced.

The pack, extended family, and guests from town all began cheering. A howl went up, dozens of voices filled with joy and excitement.

Stiles stood next to Deaton and gave him a tight hug. He'd learned so much from the older man and was grateful he was staying on as elder. As confident as he was in his abilities, he had a feeling there was still more he would need from him.

"Thank you, all of you. The day I met the Hale pack and began hanging out here at the house changed my entire life. I didn't just meet my mate, I met my family. When we discovered I was a Spark, I was so excited. Not just because I would have super cool powers," Stiles grinned at the laughter that broke out. Too many of them were aware of just how much he loved to play with his power and play jokes on them with it. "But because I then had a way to give back. I could repay, in a way, the love, camaraderie, and utter acceptance I have gained through joining this pack. I became who I was always meant to be and I wouldn't have any of it without the support of my mate, Derek, Emissary Deaton and all of you. So, thank you," he said as his voice broke, "for accepting me as your Emissary and thank you for being my family," Stiles finished with a tear in his eye.

He looked out at his family. Erica and Boyd, standing guard, even with Erica's belly looking like it would burst with their baby at any moment and Boyd's hand laying possessively across her middle. Scott and Allison with little Dylan on his daddy's shoulders. Peter and Jordan snuggling Maya between them. John, leaning against the house with Melissa leaning up against him, his arms snugly around her. Danny and Ethan and their son, Malia and Kira and their adopted brood, Aiden and Heather and their three kids, Liam and Hayden, their infant in her arms. So many and yet they were all one. One pack. One family. He couldn't be who he was without each and every one of them.

And Derek. Strong, beautiful, protective, possessive, sexy, kind, generous Derek. His everything. Along with their two little guys snuggled up on his lap, life couldn't be more perfect. But he had every intention of making it more so. Meeting his mate's eyes, he stroked their beautiful bond and promised with all of his heart and soul that he would make Derek feel as much happiness as Stiles felt in that moment for the rest of their life and beyond. Hmm. Beyond life.

Stiles would find a way to do it. He was the shit.

The End

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Thank you so much to all of you who have stuck by through this story. Every little bit of support from kudos to comments have inspired me and pushed me to try that much harder. I couldn't have done this without you all.

I have several stories planned, one with several chapters already written, some one shots. I even have some ideas for little one shots for this story. I hope you enjoyed this enough to stick around and see what I come up with next. If I could hug each of you, I would. Thank you again.