Stiles looked around the room, grinning from ear to ear and heart beating out of his chest happily. This was probably the best day of his life; he didn't want to forget a second of it. Scratch that he didn't even want to forget a half of a second of it. Which was probably why he had turned down the almost 20 drinks that had been offered to him over the course of the day.

But it was his wedding day, and he didn't really want to spend it even slightly tipsy.

God.

It was his wedding day, like he was actually, 100% married. And had been for a good four hours at this point. Stiles grinned at his dad who was dancing with Ms. McCall, which he had to say… he had not seen coming. Which you would have thought he would have seen that one coming from like a million and five miles away but in his defense he had been planning a wedding for the past like… three months.

God he still couldn't get over being married.

He looked down at the small silver ring that was wrapped around his finger and reached out to pinch the skin of his forearm.

"You're not dreaming"

Stiles whipped around grinning at his boyfriend. Wait… his husband.

"It's just hard to wrap my head around." He said smiling up at Derek.

God.

They were actually married. Like, for the entire world to see. Because stiles wouldn't be fooling anyone if he said he and Derek hadn't already been pretty much married since he was seventeen because that was kind of how the mate thing worked.

They were it for each other, nobody else. Ever. And neither of them wanted anyone else, ever. Stiles had known that since he had been seventeen. And now, three years later everyone else got to see the promise he had made Derek when he approved of the whole mates thing.

Because he didn't have to.

Not really anyway, he could have said no, moved on, dated other people. His life probably would have been miserable and he would have spent every waking moment wondering why the fuck he had done that. But he could have said no.

But he hadn't.

He had jumped in with two feet without even looking. And stiles had never been so happy he made a decision in his life before. Ever.

"Get used to it." Derek said smiling down at his husband. He really kind of liked the sound of that, don't get him wrong, boyfriend was nice, fiancé was even nicer, and mate, it was fantastic. But there was something about husband that made it seem that much more real, like now everyone in the supernatural and regular world would know that stiles was his. For all of eternity.

Stiles took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, taking note of how nice Derek looked in a tux for what was most certainly not the first time that night and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Dance with me hubby" Stiles said laughing.

Derek rolled his eyes, "you're insufferable."

Stiles shrugged, "You married me."

And Derek didn't respond to that because really, what was he going to say. He had, and he didn't regret it eve a little itty bitty bit. He grinned, pulling stiles close to him and enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by so many family and friends. He was genuinely happy. Like he hadn't been since before he was sixteen years old, at least not this happy.

"I love you." Derek whispered, swaying in time with the music.

Stiles smiled, "I Know" he said standing up on his tip toes to kiss Derek's cheek.

"I love you too."

They were probably the most unlikely couple to ever exist.

An alpha werewolf with trust issues, and a geeky kid with no brain to mouth filter, and they had their ups and downs. Just like anyone but they made it.

Stiles had pulled out the list he hadn't looked at in years when they packed his things to move them to Derek's house a few weeks after the wedding. It wasn't that he hadn't pretty much been living there already. It's just, this time it was official.

He was emptying out his room and leaving his dad alone. Except not alone because Ms. McCall was there almost every day, so he didn't really feel so bad.

Stiles laughed as he scanned the list, he definitely violated a few of these on a daily basis.

Like, he still didn't lock his windows.

He knew Derek had feelings.

Derek had a few more glares in his arsenal now, like the "stiles why is your dirty underwear on the kitchen floor."

And he definitely touched him, all the time. Which now that he thought about it was probably how his underwear ended up on the kitchen floor.

He smirked, pulling out a pen to add a new rule to the list.

-Don…

He got through three letters before the paper was pulled away from him, leaving a long pen mark across the paper.

"Derek…doesn't…" stiles said grabbing at the paper.

"Stiles how long have you had this?" Derek asked, laughing.

"Um. "

Stiles blushed, which caused Derek to laugh even more because they had been together three years and married two weeks and he still managed to make him blush.

"Well, obviously it started before we were together. So, a long time." Stiles said shrugging and grabbing at the paper again.

Derek just smirked at him.

"I knew you liked it when I slammed you into walls."

Stiles snatched the paper away shoving gently at his husband's shoulder. "Shut up" he said throwing the list into the box of things to be moved to the hale house with him. "You're the worst husband ever stop laughing at me!"

He said throwing himself onto the bed with the hints of a smile creeping on his lips.

"You married me." Derek countered.

Stiles grinned.

Yes, he did and he had never been happier in his entire life.