Chapter 42

Short epilogue!

Three years later

Stiles walks out of his room in his sheriff's uniform. He feels extremely pleased that he got the job after his dad had stepped down. He has his sleeves rolled up, and his tattoos are just peeking out from under them.

When he walks into the kitchen, he sees Tessa feeding their one-year-old. Lydia cooing at them next to them.

''Do you want to go to daddy? Do you want to go to daddy? Yes? Yes?'' Lydia says in a childish tone that makes Stiles laugh. He picks up his son and kisses him on the cheek before cradling him in his arms.

When Stiles had said he wanted to have children, Lydia and Tessa both offered to be surrogates. Stiles was extremely touched by the gestures. They were all living together in the packhouse like one big family, and he couldn't be happier.

Tessa was finally the one that would carry the baby, this baby had an extremely big family, and if Stiles had anything to say about it, there would be a lot more children in the future. He glanced at Lydia's belly, but you couldn't see the bump just yet.

He was still watching his son, who had his fist clutching Stiles's finger and was trying to get it into his mouth.

He then felt the big warm arms of his mate encircle him and hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch Kaleb together.

''He really got your eyes,'' Stiles murmured to Derek.

Derek just hummed. They had chosen to mix their DNA, with a lot of help of the most brilliant mind in the west, Lydia Martin, it had worked. The child had a little bit of Derek and a little bit of Stiles, and of course, Tessa.

Now Lydia was pregnant with baby number two. If he could tell his teenage self that Lydia would be pregnant with his child, he probably would've fainted. He snorts at the thought, and Kaleb copies him making Derek laugh.

Stiles thinks the children born into the Stilinski-Hale pack will be the luckiest children alive. Having so much love around them, it sometimes is almost suffocating.

But Stiles wouldn't want to trade it for anything in the world. He loves their pack, their family.

He gives Kaleb to Derek, who cradles the boy with just as much love as Stiles did. Before kissing Derek softly on the mouth.

''I love you,'' Stiles murmurs before dropping a kiss on Kaleb's head. Then he turns around to place a kiss on Tessa and Lydia's cheek.

A chorus of 'love you too' follows him out of the door.

When Stiles looks briefly back to their home in the middle of the preserve, he is only thankful that he never gave up and that he didn't burn alone.