A complementary chapter, with Derek's POV

Derek has a love/hate thing for weekends. He hates them because that's when the pack would gather round, basically wrecking havoc all over the place. Jackson has a habit of popping up unannounced and disappearing at odd intervals, same goes to Peter, Erica is suddenly his 'bro', Isaac's acting like a rebellious teenager again, Cora keeps bringing up embarrassing stories to tease him and Scott keeps trying to hog Stiles by playing games with him. At least Derek is finally kicking Stiles' butt in Mario Cart, even if Stiles wouldn't admit it. When the day ends, the place is usually a mess. Perhaps they didn't know Derek's the one keeping the place in order, or they do and that's exactly why they keep doing it.

Regardless, Derek loves weekends because he gets to spend time with Stiles. He'd woke up in the morning to Stiles' beautiful eyes, staring at his own and Derek would kiss his smile, feeling Stiles' hands cradling his face, brushing against his stubble. After that Stiles would prepare him coffee and Derek, well, he would try his best not to spill it.

Derek frowned through bleary eyes at his coffee. It didn't have any sugar.

Next thing his remember was Stiles, pressed up behind him, stirring Derek's coffee with his chin hooked on Derek's shoulder. He might have complained about the lack of sugar, Derek wasn't sure. When Stiles moved his hand to Derek's waist, Derek drank his coffee gingerly, else he'd spill it. Stiles was grinning knowingly into his shoulder, fingers drawing circles on Derek's hipbones. Derek hid his own smile as he sipped the coffee.

Derek didn't say it but he likes this. He likes the way Stiles would take care of him, pamper him, if you will. Because that's just who Stiles is, and Derek could only hoped he could take care of Stiles just as good.

Derek just needs a little caffeine in his system, then he'd up and doing push ups like it's no one else's business.