Stiles crept up behind Derek, careful not to step on that squeaky floorboard that had developed over the years. No one wanted to startle a werewolf, but especially not one holding a baby werewolf who had just fallen asleep after a feed.
Derek turned to smile at Stiles, and beckoned him over with a nod, and Stiles moved again to his husbands side, with a hand on the two of three people in his life that he wouldn’t hesitate to protect if anyone tried to upset their family. This right here was his perfect life. Their perfect werewolf magical family.