Author's note: Hello you, last one. Before I go to Rio (business, people, business) (go google "Arpoador sunset". that's my business), I managed to write the epilogue for this fic that I had so much fun writing. Thanks to every single one of you who read it and favorited and followed and reviewed. It means a lot to me, really!

And look, I might or might not have a sequel creeping my mind. I don't know, we'll see. Depends on how season 4 will end, who knows?

Now for the epilogue:

Epilogue

Fifteen days later, they leave Skylar with his father (who complained about not going to his son's wedding, but how could he go to Vegas with Maddie?) and drove to Las Vegas.

The pack was there. Scott and Kira – with her five months baby bump -, Cora, Isaac and Derek (Braeden stayed in Beacon Hills, her and Derek's son, Cody, was too little for long trips), Liam, Danny, Ethan, Mason, Brett, Lydia and Parrish.

They entered in the church to the sound of Christina Aguilera's Woohoo, as Stiles promised almost eight years before and their wedding waltz was Drake's Own it and everyone was a bit tipsy by the time they cut the cake.

…

"Wait!" Lydia exclaimed, when Malia was making a toast. Everyone looked at her and she seemed lost in thought for a moment. "The boy is worried."

There was a collective exchange of looks as they were all wondering what the hell did that mean.

"What?" Malia asked, frowning and Lydia tried again.

"The boy…" she looked around. "is worried…?"

They were all silent for a moment, then Cora interrupted.

"Lydia… we don't understand banshee's gibberish, remember?"

Lydia sighed and gestured for them to wait; she closed her eyes, trying to focus and listen what exactly that meant and the pieces started to get together. Unconsciously, she pointed at Malia.

"The boy…" she said again, slower and listened a bit more. It was almost there, the last bit of information missing, almost there… her eyes snapped one. "THE BOY! YOU'RE HAVING A BOY!"

"What?" both Stiles and Malia exclaimed and Lydia jumped up and down in her place.

"Yes! There's a boy in there!" she pointed at Malia's stomach and the werecoyote put down her glass of champagne.

"Are you sure?" Stiles asked and the banshee nodded. He and Malia looked at each other. "We're having a boy!"

"We are having a boy!" she echoed and everyone laughed.

"Our kids will grow together, man!" Scott said, patting Stiles shoulder.

"Now you guys will have to choose a good name to go along well with Cody and Trevor." Kira said, caressing her stomach. "Three boys."

"That's gotta end up bad." Derek said, but he was smiling as he kissed Malia's forehead. "Congratulations again, you baby-makers."

"Oh, my God, two kids." Stiles commented. "We need a bigger house."

A/N: Thank you again for reading! I hope you liked. Can I have your last review? And I see you around! x