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Knocked Up Sunshine

Chapter 12 - The Lost Home

Robin Frydryk Hale.

He looks exactly like Derek, green eyes, a tuft of jet black hair, and impressive eyebrows. The only thing showing that he's Stiles' kid is the constellation of freckles along his lower back and baby butt, which can only be seen when they bathe him or change his diapers.

Just like his Mama's, Derek has said, which Stiles would smack him for if only it didn't end with Derek wanting to make sure it's identical by stripping Stiles butt naked and having his way with him.

Enough inappropriate talking.

Robin is hands-down the cutest baby in town. Stiles is not being subjective, okay? But at three months old, his son is already making all the elders and baby lovers on the street stop and coo every time they pass by.

"What a beautiful name, what does—"

"Don't—!"

"—it mean?" an old lady asked.

Everybody groans.

Stiles grins because it's his favorite question and he never gets bored of answering it, "Well, because I'm his father, and I'm Batman."

A snort, "You're practically the mother."

"Shut it, Jackson, don't kill my thunder."

"He was named after his late great-great grandfather, Robert," Lydia explained with a sweet but creepy smile, ignoring Stiles' murmuring grudgingly 'no, a batman character' beside her.

Robert Hale was indeed the greatest Alpha Warrior and carved his glorious name in werewolf history, and Derek worships the ground the old man's buried in, but whatever, Stiles still named his son to be the Robin to his Batman.

Robin just wiggles in Stiles arms, smacking his uncoordinated chubby fists on his mother's chest as he gurgles, unaware of the debate occurring on his name.

"You're doing good, Son?" His dad asked occasionally over the phone. The man still worries about him sometimes. Stiles guesses old habits die hard.

Stiles is exhausted. But he looks at Derek's figure on the couch, exhausted too and dead to the world. Their son lies on him, chest to chest, having cried bloody murder not an hour ago but now sleeping as deep as his father. His tiny body lifts up and down at every soft breath of Derek's. His father's strong arm wraps protectively around him. Derek is in his grey sweatpants and plain white Henley, while Robin is in his baby blue onesie.

They look so soft and fluffy and like everything that's good in Stiles' life.

Stiles' lips curve a private smile, "Yeah, Dad, I'm good."

It's Summer when Stiles and Derek finally tie the knot, not in Spring like they had planned, because their newborn needed their undivided attention and they agreed that Robin came first.

Yet, Summer is still perfect for the wedding, the weather is bright and beautiful. The pack looks vibrant and happy.

That, and Lydia Martin is a genius queen.

The backyard of the Hales has turned into a garden of white roses, with lines of chairs entangled with white ribbons, facing an arch made of white roses.

Under it, Derek stands, handsome in his black tux in contrast of everything white around him. His heart drums in his chest, nervous, excited, scared, impatient, and everything in between as he waits for his mate to show.

The soft chanting starts and Derek perks like an overeager puppy, looking right away at the other end of the aisle.

Stiles walks down the aisle, escorted by his father. He's breathtaking in his white tux, brown eyes sparkling as he locks his gaze on Derek. Then Stiles smiles at him, as bright as sunshine that chases Derek's darkness away.

Derek's eyes tear up with emotion.

"Congratulations. You did good, Nephew," Peter whispered behind him.

Derek can only nod, unable to form words.

He offers his hand automatically as Stiles finally reaches him. Stiles takes his hand without even an ounce of hesitation. The Sheriff pats on his shoulder and smiles warmly at him before joining Peter on the side.

Derek and Stiles face each other.

"Hi," Stiles greeted shyly, still smiling with sparkling eyes. He oozes with happiness, biting his lower lip to try and stop grinning.

Derek is internally upset he has to wait until the end of the ceremony before he can kiss those lips.

"You're so beautiful," Derek said shakily under his breath.

Stiles' eyes turn watery as he huffs a laugh, rosy cheeks blushing madly.

Deaton starts the ceremony, yet the grooms only have eyes for each other.

The audience start to get waved by emotion by the time the grooms exchange their wedding rings and vows.

"Stiles," Derek's voice wavers, "you are my anchor, my salvation, my hope, my strength..."

Stiles won't ever forget how bright and beautiful Derek's eyes are right now as the man looks at him and speaks.

"... and Sweetheart, I know I'm far from perfect..."

Stiles whimpered in response but Derek tearfully smiles and continue, "...but even knowing that, I am a selfish man, because I still want you and I get to have you. God knows I'm lost without you. Here I am standing in front of you with nothing to offer but myself, the happiest man on earth that soon will get to call you mine."

Derek kisses Stiles' hand tenderly, right where their wedding ring will sit on, "I swear to you, to love and protect you until my last breath. Move heavens for you. Go through hell and back for you. Stiles, you are my home, and I can't wait to build our lives together. Baby, I love you."

Stiles fails to hold back his sob as Derek puts the gold ring on his finger.

"Oh Derek," Stiles said in tears, "You are the love of my life. And I promise you that my love for you will prevail through tests and time. I know we'll fight, we'll do and say hurtful things that we don't mean, because sometimes we're being idiots, but..."

Stiles cups Derek's cheek. The man leans into his palm, tears in his bright green eyes.

"...I promise even then I'll always come back to you, because you're my home too, and I love you with every single part of my being that makes me who I am, and nothing can take that away from me."

Stiles puts on the gold wedding ring on Derek's finger.

Deaton reads the rest of the passage, and, "Now I pronounce you, Husband and Husband. You may kiss your groom."

Derek growls, "finally," and wraps his arm around Stiles, who is crying and laughing at the same time, pulling the smaller form flushed to him like two fitted puzzle pieces. His other hand cup Stiles' cheek as they kiss passionately. Their family cheering on in the background.

The newlyweds are being sickeningly cute for the duration of the reception, to the point where the pack can't decide if they want to coo at them or puke.

They cut the wedding cake, and they feed each other with the moist sweet sponge, giggling and practically eating the frost from each other's lips.

The photographer take millions of pictures, which Lydia needs to remind herself to check later on because she's pretty sure Derek's hands are on Stiles' ass in every single one.

They make heart eyes at one another as they dance for the first time as husbands, gold rings on their fingers. Derek locks his eyes solely on Stiles, eyes sparkling.

Stiles' eyes are wet too. It feels like it's just yesterday he jumped into the pool for the guy, as Jackson's demented scaly ass creepily crawled around the pool.

His fond thoughts are interrupted by a familiar wailing in the background.

Stiles smiles at his husband, "Uh, oh. I think someone needs his dada to change his diaper."

Derek chuckles and presses their foreheads together, "Pretty sure he's looking for his mama, because he sounds hungry."

Robin needs neither, the little rascal just woke up from his nap and decided that he deserves to be the center of attention instead of his newlywed parents.

Peter looks up from his drink at the dark shadows of the trees around the house's backyard. He swears he just smells something…familiar.

"You okay?" Chris asked. The two men were chatting almost friendly over the buffet table. Peter was passive-aggressively flirting and Chris was passive-aggressively playing hard to get, when suddenly something else stole Peter's attention.

"I thought I smelled something…" My wife. But it's impossible, she's dead. Peter watched as she died. The man closes his eyes at the painful memory and shakes his head, "…never mind, I think this drink is playing with my senses."

"Is the wolfsbane too high a dose? Maybe you should slow down a little," Chris took the cocktail glass from Peter's hand and put it on the nearby table. The man looks at him with what seems to be a worried expression.

Well, that's new. Peter smiles fondly.

"Dancing with you will make feel better," Peter teased.

Chris glares daggers at him, but he offers his hand nevertheless.

From behind the trees, two sets of golden eyes observe from afar as the Hale's baby werewolf smudges his slobbery face on his daddy Alpha's shoulder who holds him, while the Alpha's mate fusses over the baby's wrinkled up jumper exposing his chubby belly.

"He's…fat," One said, a young woman with dusty blonde hair. She looks at her fellow stalker, "I think we should kidnap him." She really wants to play with the fat baby.

A young woman with dark brown hair looks back at her with her eyebrows high, unimpressed. "Really? That's your brilliant idea to have their attention? Derek would kill us before we even introduce ourselves."

"And do you have better idea?" the dusty blonde challenged.

The other woman points her thumb at Peter that looks at their way in confusion.

"He smelled you."

The dusty blonde stares wishfully at Peter's figure for a moment before turning around, face giving up nothing, "I still think we should just kidnap the fat baby. He'd be the only one that would see us without all the man-pain."

The brunette impressively rolls her eyes in exasperation. The two werewolves bicker as they leave.

The End.

A/N: Here we are at the end of part 2 of the series! I hope you guys enjoyed it. And thank you so much for spending time to leave reviews and favorites/follows. And for all your patience, I know it's a long and slow ride. I try my best to keep writing in between my routines. Stay tuned for part 3, you can follow author so you'll get notification. Thank you! ❤