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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: You would think that after eleven years of writing I would have finally figured out how to decently end a story. *pauses* It's still a work in progress, that part. With that said, I do hope that this epilogue isn't too awful ^^; I've tried my best to wrap everything up in a decent, non rushed way, but I'll let you be the judge of that.
Warnings: Fluff basically (yes, no drama for the first and last time in this story LOL)
I hope you'll like this last chapter!
Chapter 40: Epilogue
Peaceful silence was the first thing that registered in his mind when he woke up and it confused him for a moment, his brain still addled with sleep. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed it was a bit past seven.
That felt both too early and rather late at the same time, which was odd because how was that even –
His sharp intake of breath had the man next to him stirring, uttering a sleepy, "Hm?"
"She slept through the night!" Stiles hissed and slapped Derek's arm several times for good measure, his excitement causing more force to be put behind his slaps.
Derek groaned and rolled onto his back, blinking dazed at the ceiling. "She did what?" he muttered, rubbing over his eyes.
"She slept through the night!" Stiles repeated excitedly, barely remembering on time to keep his voice down. Then he realised there was no need for that, because the room had been soundproofed several months ago and the door was shut.
So he whooped aloud, throwing his hands up in the air in celebration. Their first complete night without being awoken once, another milestone right there!
"Could be a fluke," Derek suggested, his voice scratchy with sleep.
Stiles threw him a scathing look. "It's a milestone!" he insisted. "Our daughter has just reached another milestone and pessimism is your answer to that?"
Derek smirked, tugging him down to lie on top of him. Stiles obliged, his legs bracketed by the wolf's. "Figured I would take a page out of your book," he teased.
"Oh, har, har, har. Man, we're funny so early in the morning," Stiles groused but acquiesced when the hand around his neck pulled him down for a kiss, morning breath be damned.
Their daughter had been born nearly six months ago, on the twelfth of October. They had named her Sophia and she definitely had inherited Stiles' energy. She spent her time more awake than asleep and Stiles had lost count of how many sleepless nights they both had suffered already because their baby girl had decided that sleep was for the weak.
She was worth it, though.
He had been in labour for nearly twenty-two hours, but the moment she'd been laid on his chest and he'd heard her screaming her lungs out, her little face scrunched up and still covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, he'd fallen in love.
He'd never understood what the fuss was about babies, had thought they all looked alike anyway, but having his own daughter in his arms, her warm reassuring weight pressing back against him after months of carrying her around, had definitely made him realise just why people became so crazy about their child.
Sophia Hale-Stilinski was perfect with her curly brown hair and hazel coloured eyes and rose, chubby cheeks and he would fight anyone who dared to claim otherwise. Fortunately for their pack, they all agreed that Sophia was perfection personified. Because she was. He and Derek had some pretty damn good genes, if he said so himself.
She was about to turn six months in just a few weeks and this was the first night she had slept through. Sure, one time definitely didn't constitute a pattern yet, but it was a start!
"She does have pretty good timing, though," Derek murmured, nuzzling Stiles' right cheek.
"Hm, she does, doesn't she?" Stiles murmured and nipped at the wolf's ear, smiling when he growled. "Especially because I've been taking Satomi's suppressants for more than a month now."
That had Derek's eyes flashing a bright red and he snarled lowly, rolling them both around so he ended on top this time. The glowing red colour had Stiles whining in the back of his throat and he bared his neck, allowing his Alpha to scent him underneath his ear.
His Alpha.
It was something he didn't think he would ever get tired of saying or even just thinking it. Derek shouldn't have been able to become an Alpha after all. The only way to become an Alpha aside from being born as one, was by killing one and he hadn't done that. He'd come close to doing it, that day near the Nemeton when Theo had attempted to complete the ritual for the second time, but he hadn't gone through with it.
And that was exactly why he had become one after all.
Not many people knew about this, but fortunately for them Deaton had been feeling less enigmatic that day and had conceded to informing them about just what the hell had happened. You had to kill an Alpha to become one – or bestow an act of great mercy on them. In the latter case the Alpha spark would transfer to the person showing mercy.
It was very rare that an Alpha spark would transfer in that kind of way, precisely because very few people were capable of showing so much mercy to one they considered their enemy. It wasn't even as something as simple as letting an enemy off the hook; the universe had to deem the act merciful enough to allow the Alpha spark to transfer.
By not killing Theo that day – even though he had really wanted to do that, Derek had later confessed to Stiles – the universe had apparently decided Derek was worthy of receiving the Alpha spark. According to Deaton, people like Derek were called True Alphas, because they were an example of how an Alpha should behave: responsible, merciful, wise.
Listening to Deaton talk that day, watching Derek flash his eyes red in astonishment, had made Stiles wonder whether his Elemental side had perhaps somehow known that Derek was True Alpha material. It would explain why he'd always been so convinced that Derek was an Alpha, even though to everyone else he'd smelt like the Beta he had been.
"You've really been taking them for a month already?" Derek asked, his voice gravelly with growing lust now instead of sleep as his hand dipped underneath Stiles' shirt, nails lightly scratching his stomach.
His stomach contracting underneath the light touch, Stiles answered, embarrassingly close to being breathless already, "Yeah, made a calendar and everything. I'm completely safe now."
Satomi was an old family friend of Talia – with the stress on old. She was one of the oldest werewolves still alive and had started dabbling in special herbs when an associate of hers had turned out to be an Elemental Creature too.
She'd been rather tight-lipped about how she had discovered the right way to adjust the suppressants when Stiles had met her three months ago, but she had promised to help him, swearing on her children's lives that her suppressants would work. Because while Stiles loved his daughter with everything he had in him, he wasn't ready yet to end up pregnant again. At the same time, he also wasn't willing to wait with sex until he wanted to get pregnant again – and there were only so many times they could only use their hands and mouths before that became a bit too repetitive – so he'd been basically over the moon when Satomi had reassured him her type of suppressants would help him.
He'd started taking them a month ago – they didn't look that different from his old pills, perhaps a bit more rounded – and today officially marked the day that they would be completely safe should they have sex. He knew that very well, because he had been kind of obsessively keeping track of the days.
"Today's a day of very good timing then," Derek growled and captured his mouth in a deep kiss, slotting a knee between his thighs.
Before things could actually become interesting for the first time in six months, however, the door suddenly banged open. Stiles yelped, while Derek turned around with a snarl, intent on attacking whoever had dared to enter their den.
A very unimpressed Lydia Martin stared back at them, Sophia cradled carefully in her arms. The little girl was blinking up at her, staring as usual transfixed at Lydia's strawberry blonde hair. This time she was wearing it in loose curls, which explained why Sophia was so fascinated with her hair. She'd only seen Lydia wearing her hair in a ponytail or in a bun after all.
"What the …" Stiles gaped at her, barely preventing himself from cursing loudly. "What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?"
She started tapping her foot against the floor, already agitated, which wasn't a promising start. "I copied your housekey," she admitted blithely, rubbing Sophia's cheek with her finger. "Which is a good thing, because we're already behind schedule and I do not want to fix you while you're smelling like him." She wrinkled her nose delicately.
"Fix me, why would you need – oh. I forgot," Stiles said blankly. Right, in all his excitement about finishing his calendar and Sophia having slept through the night for the first time, he'd completely forgotten what they had planned for today.
Derek rolled next to him, sitting up with a frown. "I expected Erica to copy our housekey, not you," he said vaguely annoyed.
She waved her hand lightly in the air, making Sophia giggle around her pacifier. "Oh she did as well," she answered dryly. "Pretty sure even Lahey has a copy."
"As long as it's not Jackson, I'm cool with it," Stiles muttered and paused. "Well, kind of. Not really cool with it now, Lydia, couldn't you have waited another hour or so?"
The glare she threw him had him flushing red. "What about fixing you without you smelling like him didn't you get?" she repeated, pursing her lips. "Your daddy isn't really that smart after all," she told Sophia, who grinned and waved her hands quickly up and down.
"Hey, don't you put my daughter against me," Stiles whined, finally sitting up too.
The unimpressed look was back. "You've got exactly twenty minutes to take a shower and wait for me here. Derek, be a dear and do something useful like making breakfast. I'm going to need all the time I can get to get him presentable."
"No need to do that on my account. I'm perfectly happy with how he looks," Derek argued, but Stiles knew he was fighting a losing battle.
Really sweet of him to say that, though, but there was no arguing with Lydia Martin when she got in this mood.
"Yes, I get it, you love him, mess and everything," she said impatiently. "That's really sweet and all, but we're going to do this private celebration between the two of you the right way, you hear me? Which means that I need you to get out of here and busy yourself with preparing breakfast and looking after our little princess here, while I work my magic on your mate. Don't even try to argue with me, you're not going to win, True Alpha or not."
"You're never going to let this go," Derek muttered darkly and she smirked.
"Never," she promised and clucked her tongue. "Now shoo, clock's ticking and it will be time before you know it."
"Go on. Thanks for defending my honour, but I think I'll survive this," Stiles huffed, resigning himself to being Lydia's living doll for the next unforeseeable time.
"You look great to me either way," Derek promised and they shared another kiss before Lydia threatened to physically drag them both out of the bed.
That threat sounded a bit too real and so they obeyed quickly, not wanting to test her patience too much. True Alpha and an Elemental Creature or not, there was indeed no arguing with Lydia.
It was perhaps silly, their private celebration, but it was something Stiles had been looking forward to ever since Derek had suggested it last December.
Thanks to Theo they hadn't been able to enjoy the fact that Derek had caught him during the Run two years ago. Derek had been forced to retreat back then, having to follow the archaic rules that had put an Alpha above a Beta.
Theo was under the custody of the druids now, however, no longer an Alpha and with no chance of release for the foreseeable future if ever, and thus Derek had suggested they would finish what they had started.
They would have their own private Run one week after the official one had ended.
Dad would look after Sophia for the rest of the day and the night – marking another milestone for her: having her first sleepover at her granddad's place – and Talia had made sure that the Preserve was off limits for the next twenty-four hours. Stiles felt a tad guilty that she had gone as far as actually closing off the woods for the two of them, but that guilt was completely overshadowed by the overwhelming excitement at finally being able to complete the Run like he had wanted to two years ago.
"I see Lydia got her hands on you," Laura smiled teasingly, drawing them both in a hug.
A bit self-conscious, Stiles touched his hair, which had been styled in some kind of bed hair style. When he'd remarked he literally had had bed hair after waking up, she'd simply told him that it wasn't the right kind of bed hair. Whatever that meant. He'd learnt a while ago that it was best to just keep still and let Lydia do her thing if he wanted to survive the experience unscathed.
"You look great," Scott reassured him, sticking up both thumbs.
"Thanks, man," Stiles snorted, but appreciated the compliment nevertheless. "You didn't have to come over all the way here, you know."
His best friend shrugged and grinned. "Beats studying, even if it's just for a short time."
Well, Stiles couldn't argue with that.
Surprisingly Peter was here too, though he remained standing close to Laura's car, looking ready to leave any moment now. "Once you've had your fun, don't forget that I'm expecting the both of you this weekend in my study," he reminded them, his ice blue eyes gleaming in the faint sunlight.
"As if we could forget with how many times you've reminded us," Derek huffed, crossing his arms.
Three weeks ago Peter had announced that he had decided who he would train to be the next Left Hand of the Hale family. To everyone's shock, he hadn't selected just one person, but two: Derek and Stiles. Whatever his reasons were for choosing the both of them – or even why they had been chosen and not someone else – nobody knew, because he remained annoyingly mysterious about them.
In spite of Peter's refusal to tell them his reasons, they couldn't help but be intrigued at the prospect of learning from him. After discussing it in depth, they had decided to accept learning for the position of Left Hand. Stiles was going to make sure it wouldn't interfere with his regular studies – he was close to getting his degree, no way was anything going to stop him, not even a centuries' old position – but he figured they would make it work.
And if they decided it wasn't anything for either of them, well, they would be honest about it and tell Peter to find someone else. For now, however, the thought of learning what exactly being a Left Hand entailed was too interesting to pass up. Perhaps Peter would eventually even stop being as annoyingly enigmatic as Deaton and would tell them why he had chosen them.
A man could dream.
"You ready to start?" Dad smiled, carrying Sophia in a sling against his chest.
She had him completely wrapped around her chubby little finger already and it wouldn't surprise Stiles if he would find extra toys in her bag when they would pick her up in the morning. Dad really wasn't as subtle as he liked to believe he was. Stiles was on to his doting grandfather ways, oh yes, he was!
Stiles and Derek exchanged a look, whiskey brown meeting multicoloured eyes, and butterflies started racing in the Omega's stomach.
"Definitely," he said and Derek nodded, his eyes transitioning from soft to sharp instantly.
"Well then, get ready to start," Laura grinned and clapped her hands.
"Be a good girl to granddad for me, all right?" Stiles told his daughter, who giggled in reply, which he decided to accept as a "Yes, daddy, I'm going to be on my best behaviour!"
He kissed her forehead, inhaling her comforting baby scent, smiling when he caught the undertones of fox mixed in her smell. She might have inherited most of Derek's good looks, but she definitely was a fox like him.
"Okay, ready."
He stood in front of the treeline, shaking out his hands. All at once his senses became attuned to one person only, his Alpha standing just a couple of feet behind him, impatiently awaiting the moment he would be allowed to start running.
"Set."
He could feel his fingers shifting into claws, the adrenaline in his body making it hard for him to control his shift.
"Go!"
Like a spear he shot forwards, practically zooming past trees and bushes, putting as much distance between him and the group while he still had the chance.
Just like the first time, two years ago, he felt something tugging at his lower belly, and he grinned, exhilarated, changing course at the same time a wolf's howl cut through the peaceful silence, upsetting several birds.
He howled back, tauntingly, and grinned even harder when a snarl was his answer. God, he was so going to get it when Derek finally caught him … He was looking forward to it.
He darted around trees, retracing his steps a couple of times in other directions to make it harder for his wolf to track him down, but his course stayed the same, the tug behind his navel never ending, thrumming with as much impatience as the wolf chasing after him.
Nimbly he jumped over a little brook, sending several little stones scattering before rushing through the trees, following the call.
He laughed when he saw the clearing, used an extra burst of speed to propel him forwards and right as he rushed past the line of trees, something heavy slammed into him and they rolled around, growling and snarling and snapping, each of them trying to get the upper hand.
The fight ended with him on his back and glowing, red eyes meeting his own, teeth elongated into fangs as strong hands pressed his wrists down into the ground.
Derek threw his head back in a triumphant howl, grinning when several howls filled the air in response, and looked down again, positively brimming with smugness. "Got you," he growled, grinning around his fangs.
Stiles grinned back and just like before, two years ago, he stretched up as much as his Alpha would allow him to and said, "Yeah, you did. So, my Alpha, what are you going to do with me now?" His own fangs were lengthening, pricking slightly into his lip.
Two years ago, this had been the moment where they had been rudely interrupted. But that had been two years ago. Now they would never get interrupted again. Just like Derek had promised, they had finally got to this point.
The point where it was just the two of them: together.
"I'm going to make you mine," Derek murmured, eyes half lidded but still growing red. "I'm going to kiss you now."
Stiles' own eyes flashed back in response. "All yours," he whispered and then their mouths met in a deep kiss, one of the many they would share over the course of the afternoon and the night.
As the Nemeton rustled above them, the ancient tree offering protection once more even if it was just from prying eyes, Stiles decided that everything had been worth it to get to this point.
He had a beautiful daughter, an awesome pack, and the most amazing mate he could have ever wished for. A bright future – bright because he knew he would be able to tackle everything that would come his way, Derek and their family right on his side – was awaiting them.
He was ready to meet it head on. Together with Derek and their beautiful daughter.
Step by step, they had finally arrived here: together. The wait had definitely been worth it.
The End
AN2: One day I'll manage to write an ending that doesn't suck, one day ...
So yes, guys, this story is finally finished. Two years and far too many delays, but I did it! I have other Sterek fics planned, though when they'll be ready to be posted, I can't promise.
I do hope you liked the epilogue; I'd appreciate it if you left your thoughts behind in a review for a final time for this story. Perhaps even tell me which scene was your favourite, or so :)
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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