[ There was one day, where Derek and John had been talking-- he likes his brother-in-law well enough, don't get him wrong, but he can only take so much of John Cheese in one day before he's literally cheesed out-- and John had just outright asked him, in a moment of eerie perceptiveness, about how he'd hyphenate their names. Because even Laura, who got a kick out of John's surname and the story behind it, wouldn't give up the Hale name. Cora doesn't intend to, either.
He'd just shrugged it off, because six months of actual dating plus a little over a year of friendship and pseudo-dating isn't enough time to most people. Society seems to frown upon immediate wedding discussions, diving into relationships, but Derek already knows he'd go for it. Even if it'd be a mouthful.
To be honest, though, his life has improved exponentially since Stiles entered it. He's been happier than ever, especially after everything that's happened in his life. Last summer hadn't really been too awful, but he hadn't had any reason to go near the school. The explosive breakup with Jennifer had happened earlier in the year, and he couldn't go anywhere near the school to pick Talia up from the preschool program they ran in the morning because of the principal. Now? Now he'll march right past her office every afternoon just to bring Stiles lunch.
So, he's thrilled to be a world away with Stiles. He's going to enjoy every minute of it.
If there is one thing that Derek has learned about Stiles, it's that he's not subtle. At all. He eyes where he's hidden his phone, but is more preoccupied with getting out of the car than anything else. The fact that he's got his arm up in the air hardly bothers him, and instead he rolls his head to crack his neck. ] That sounds unpleasant.
[ But he looks over at him as he drops their hands, letting out a hum in answer to his question before it becomes a short laugh. Without prompting, he pulls Stiles closer to him, angling his head towards him. ] More like sleep and have to make you hangover breakfast, then repeat, but yes.
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He'd just shrugged it off, because six months of actual dating plus a little over a year of friendship and pseudo-dating isn't enough time to most people. Society seems to frown upon immediate wedding discussions, diving into relationships, but Derek already knows he'd go for it. Even if it'd be a mouthful.
To be honest, though, his life has improved exponentially since Stiles entered it. He's been happier than ever, especially after everything that's happened in his life. Last summer hadn't really been too awful, but he hadn't had any reason to go near the school. The explosive breakup with Jennifer had happened earlier in the year, and he couldn't go anywhere near the school to pick Talia up from the preschool program they ran in the morning because of the principal. Now? Now he'll march right past her office every afternoon just to bring Stiles lunch.
So, he's thrilled to be a world away with Stiles. He's going to enjoy every minute of it.
If there is one thing that Derek has learned about Stiles, it's that he's not subtle. At all. He eyes where he's hidden his phone, but is more preoccupied with getting out of the car than anything else. The fact that he's got his arm up in the air hardly bothers him, and instead he rolls his head to crack his neck. ] That sounds unpleasant.
[ But he looks over at him as he drops their hands, letting out a hum in answer to his question before it becomes a short laugh. Without prompting, he pulls Stiles closer to him, angling his head towards him. ] More like sleep and have to make you hangover breakfast, then repeat, but yes.