Stiles had been right, he and Derek hadn't been able to sleep alone for the past week, although the pups seemed more used to the house now and them all being together seemed to have a positive effect on Isaac. He hadn't had a nightmare the intire week, so Stiles hoped to get a little romantic with Derek again because he'd missed that a lot. But for now, a picknick was fine. He and Derek would be gone for the day and Melissa and John had promised to keep an eye on the pups. He'd already given them Dereks phone number, since they already got his, and told them to call him immediatly if there was anything wrong. His dad had laughed at him and told him to stop being an overprotective mom and just relax for the day. Still, Stiles was worried about how the pups would behave, and he was a little afraid Melissa and John wouldn't be able to control them. Hus dad was right though, he just had to stop worrying and start having a good time with his mate, because otherwise what was the use of taking the whole day off? Speaking of a certain mate... Where was Derek? Stiles had the picknick basket ready, and was now sitting on one of the kitchen chairs waiting for Derek. When said wolf finally came in, Stiles was a little ticked off because he'd been waiting. "Where have you been?" He asked in a slightly annoyed tone, which increased when Derek just smirked and looked pretty happy with himself. "That's for you to guess and for me to know" he said with the most annoying smirk ever. "Ugh! You're so annoying!" Stiles exclaimed, because he hated not knowing something, a treat which Derek loved to play with. "What's wrong snowman?" he asked innocently, and he took Stiles' hand. Stiles rolled his eyes at the man next to him and decided to just let it go, although he still was curious about why Derek was so late. Derek led him to the front door, and while they walked past the living room Stiles saw all of his pups, his dad and Melissa staring at him with an mysterious smile on their faces. "What the hell is wrong with you people today? Do all of you know something I don't?" Stiles asked suspiciously, especially when Allison and Lydia let out a little squeal. "don't you dare pull a prank on me when I come home" he said in the general direction of Erica and Scott who just gave him a meaningful look and a smirk. Stiles sighed and wondered like he'd wondered a thousand times before what he'd done wrong (or very right) in some past life to deserve this. Knowing himself, he'd probably been Jack the ripper or something like that. Maybe he'd been Alexander the Great, he certainly was smart enough for it and it would explain a lot. Derek pulled him out of his thoughts by gently squeezing his hand and pulling him towards the door. "Let's go already, otherwise we won't have much of the day left" he whispered in Stiles' ear, and Stiles happily followed him. "Were is this 'perfect' spot of yours located?" Stiles asked curiously, and Derek suddenly chuckled. "About that.. I almost forgot!" He said excitedly and with that he quickly blindfolded Stiles, who let out a very many squeal, but before he could protest, Derek had scooped him up in his arms bridal style, and he was running to the mystery location in wolf speed. A couple of minutes later they stopped, and Stiles was wondering if today was national 'don't tell Stiles anything day' or something. Then Derek took off the blindfold and Stiles got to take a look around, and what he saw actually took his breath away. It was a small, secluded and sun-covered part of the lake, and grass covered the little meadow all the way up to the water. There, a small two meters away from the water was a gorgeous willow tree, with the leaves hanging over the lake almost touching the water, but right in front of the water the leaves ended about one and a half meter above the grass, leaving the perfect place for a picknick. Derek softly laughed when he saw Stiles' face, and he took the blanket from the basket and spreaded it out underneath the tree. "Well, sit down!" Derek said to a still completely flustered Stiles "I think this is the first time I've seen Stiles Stilinski speechless" he chuckled, and Stiles was almost afraid to say anything, sacared it would ruin the perfectness of the meadow. He then softly sat down and pecked Derek on the lips "that's because no one besides you is able to surprise me" He said softly. "And it's absolutely wonderful here" he added, sming when Dereks face lit up because he'd made his mate happy. "Yeah it is" he replied. "My mother used to come here with my father, and this is the spot where he asked her to marry him. She always made me promise that I'd take my mate here if I found the right one" he said with a nostalgic smile. Stiles was even more touched now, because he knew how hard it was for Derek to be reminded of his family. "Well then I think it's even more special, if that is even possible" he said, and Derek kissed him on the lips passionately. He softly bit Stiles' lower lip, asking for entrance. Stiles opened his mouth and their tongues intwined. Derek pulled away to take his shirt off as well as Stiles', and he started to place kisses and lovebites al over Stiles' neck, and when Derek reached his collerbone Stiles let out a soft moan and he began investigating Dereks abs and abdomen with his tongue, cheekily dipping his tongue in Dereks belly button which made Derek moan contently. They continued making out for some time, until Stiles' stomach made a rumbling sound and Derek pulled away. "You hungry?" he asked with a wink, and Stiles mentally cursed his way-too-fast metabolism and blushed, which made Derek chuckle. "You should see your expression right now" he chuckled, and he moved forward so he could peck Stiles on the lips and whisper a soft "I love you" in his ear. "I love you too, you crazy sourwolf" Stiles replied lovingly, but then his stomach started rumbling again and he just started to unpack the food. He'd made a bunch of sandwiches, a chocolate mud cake and he also had some strawberries in whipped cream. They ate in a comfortable silence, cuddled up against eachother, and after the sandwhiches Derek started feeding him strawberries with whipped cream, and Stiles let out a content sigh. "This is perfect" he told Derek, and could feel Derek smile against him. "It is. But there is something I wanted to ask you" Derek said, and Stiles turned to look him in the eyes. "Was that what you were all busy with this morning?" he asked Derek.curiously, and Derek smiled, but right when he was about to answer, Stiles' phone rang, and it started to buzz at the same time. Stiles wondered if everything was allright, and he looked at the caller ID, and when he saw it was his dad he picked up the phone. When he looked at Derek he saw that he had a strange dissapointed expression on his face, which Stiles quickly forgot about when he heared his dad on the phone "Stiles! I need you to get here NOW! I've tried calming them down, but they almost bit Melissa and- Scott! No! Y-" the phone call abruptly ended, and Stiles was in shock for a moment before jumping up, and judging from Dereks expression he had followed the entire conversation, because he had everything packed and now lifted Stiles up. He runned to the house faster then Stiles had ever seen him go, and they reached the mansion in a small five minutes, where even Stiles could hear the yelling from outside. Without thinking he practically flew inside and took a moment to take in the situation. What he saw got him boiling with rage. His dad was trying to separate Jackson and Scott who were both in wolf form and trying to tear eachother apart. Erica was sitting in a corner and was watching it all happen, while Lydia was cheering Scott on. Meanwhile Melissa, Allison, Boyd and Isaac were nowhere to be found. When he had taken in the situation, he paced right up to Jackson and Scott, and when his dad saw him he was trying to get Stiles to leave, he probably thought it was too dangerous. Well fuck that. Stiles

placed his hands on the shoulders of his two pups, and without worrying about any possible injuries he tore them apart while screamimg "Enough!!!" at the top of his lungs. At that they fell backwards, landing on their bums. Stiles towered over them angrily. "WHAT THE HELL is going on here?! Can't I and Derek have ONE day off without having to worry about the lives of our pups? No! No buts! Both of you, stop speaking and go sit in the opposite corners. Facing the wall! And if either of you speak again before I tell you to, I'm getting your butts back to beacon hill and you're not going to be welcome here for the rest of the summer! And he same if you ever do this again! Also, no phone for the rest of the summer! Understood?" He yelled, and both pups nodded, facing the floor. They didn't dare look their pack mom in the eyes right now or do anything but obey his orders for that matter. Stiles then turned his attention to Lydia. "And for you, Lydia, you were cheering them on? Go to your room. I don't wanna see you right now" he said in a frighteningly calm voice. She also silently obeyed. Then Stiles turned to Erica and his dad, who both were looking at him with shocked (and impressed) faces. "So, can anyone please tell me why I just had to pull those two delinquents apart? "Well" his dad replied "first of all, how did you get those two to stop fighting? We were trying for fifteen minutes before you just strolled in and told them to stop!" "Well that's the power of the alphas mate right there" Derek said with a proud and loving smile towards Stiles, who blushed a bright pink at his loving gaze. "But I didn't get my answer" he said, quickly changing the subject. "What was going on with Scott and Jackson?" He asked his father, wondering what stupid reason they had to fight this time "Well.." John began, but then Erica interrupted. "It wasn't my idea! And I'm really sorry mom! I'll never do it again!" She yelled, and she slapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she'd said, but it was too late since everybody (except Scott and Jackson who were still facing the wall) was now looking at her. "Well now Erica" Stiles asked in a calm voice "I think you can explain to me what happened" he told her, and Erica swallowed and cleared her throat. "Well, we were all like, playing, but then we played hide and seek and when Jackson was it Scott and Isaac wanted to play a prank on him, so when Jackson was done counting and turned around, they threw a net over his head and hung him upto a tree" she said chuckling. "Buth then Jackson wolfed out and clawed himself out of the net, and Scott and Isaac ran away into the house, and Jackson told me he was going to lock the 'golden pup' into the broom closet and-" She got interrupted by a raging Stiles. "WHAT!" He yelled furiously. "YOU KNOW HE HAS CLAUSTROPHOBIA! THINK OF WHAT HIS DAD DID TO HIM! DON'T YOU GUYS EVER THINK?! WHERE IS HE?!" Stiles was furious. Nobody hurts his pups and gets away with it. "The broom closet, second floor" John said in a timid voice, knowing he shouldn't get on his sons nerves right now. "Melissa, Boyd and Allison have been trying to get him to move, but he won't" he exclaimed. "HE CAN'T!" Stiles yelled and he ran upstairs. What he found there made his anger melt away like snow in the sunlight. The door of the cupboard was open, and even though Melissa and Allison stood in front of him Stiles could see Isaac laying curled up in a tight ball, obviously too afraid to move, or even cry. His eyes were shut tight, and he was trembling. Stiles' heart flooded with pity at the sight of him. He quickly went over to the closet and when Melissa, Boyd and Allison saw him they looked relieved. "We've been trying to calm him down, but nothing seems to come through" they whispered. "Thanks for your help, but please leave now, otherwise all the people will be too much for him" Stiles replied, and they went downstairs quietly, Melissa holding her arm. He wondered what was up with that, but he quickly replaced his attention to the trembling human ball of fear in the cupboard, and he placed his hand on Isaacs cheek, so the boy would smell it was him. "Hey sweetie, It's mom, I've heared what happened" He soothed softly. "It was real bad wasn't it? Me and Derek got here as fast as we could, and it was for the better! Scott and Jackson were almost killing eachother, you know, and I think Scott was standing up for you bub. And now they're both in time-out! Can you believe that?" He kept talking to the trembling boy until Isaac started to relax the slightest bit, and then he pulled Isaac on his lap and put his arms around him. Isaac immediatly buried his face in Stiles' shirt and started crying uncontrollably, which caused Stiles to pull him closer and mutter soft words in his ear. "There there bub, it's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay, and I know that sounds stupid right now, but it's the truth, okay? And meanwhile I'm going nowhere, and the pack won't as well. This isn't going to happen again, he isn't here anymore, your dad can't get you anymore" he whispered, and Isaac nodded, but still wasn't able to speak coherently, which seemed to upset him even more and he pulled Stiles closer for the comfort only he could give, and after a while his sobs turned into sniffles, and Stiles noticed his pup had fallen asleep in his lap, still letting out a unconscious sniffle occasionally. Stiles had a dilemma, because had to het the sleeping boy uto their bedroom, since there was no way Isaac was sleeping alone that night, but he didn't want to wake him up. Thankfully the solution quickly came up the stairs. Derek came up with a worried look on his face. "Is he okay?" he whispered, and Stiles shook his head. "Not okay, but better. Can you bring him up to our bed?" He asked, and Derek nodded. Then he tried to gently pull Isaac off Stiles, but the boy unconsciously clutched Stiles' shirt even tighter. Stiles sighed, he couldn't come along because he still had to have a word with everybody, and he also had to make sure there was food on the table and see what the pups had broken while fighting. So he ended up just wriggling out of his shirt while Derek picked up Isaac. Stiles walked to their room behind Derek to get another shirt, and when he saw Isaac peacefully sleeping while still clutching the T-shirt he went upto the bed and tucked Isaac in and stroked his forehead. And when he saw Isaac leaning into the touch, a little smile appeared on his face and he thought that maybe everything was going to be okay. And when he and Derek went downstairs, he saw that the pups had cleaned up the living room, and Lydia was apparently teaching Allison how to make pancakes. "Hey you guys, what are you doing?" hlHe asked, and he saw their heads snap at his voice. Allison and Erica immediatly ran up to him "How's Isaac?" they asked worriedly. "He's asleep, he's completely battered" Stiles answered, and the girls nodded understandingly. "But is he gonna be okay?" Erica asked him guiltily. "Yes, I think so. Right now he just needs his rest, so no puppy pile in our bed tonight, okay? If you want to sleep together (not in a dirty way you perverts!) you can pick a room on the third floor, okay?" Stiles said, and all of the pups nodded. "And Scott, Jackson, you can come out of the corner now, but I still want a word with you. All of you for that matter." Stiles told them sternly, and all the pups nodded. "But first lets go taste those pancaces!" He said with a smile, making all the pups smile too and together they walked up to the table but then Stiles noticed something was wrong. "Where are Melissa and my dad?" He asked, and again the pups looked down at their pancace-filled plates. "Well" Jackson began "I uhm... I might have ACCIDENTALLY scratched her when Scott and I were fighting.." He ended mumbling, and Stiles sighed and rubbed his temples. "You guys are going to be the death of me one day" he said. "Where is she now?" He asked noone in particular. "Looking for the bandage kit" Lydia told him, and Stiles threw her a grateful look."Okay, I'm gonna call Deaton to check if you could have done any damage or if there are going to be any side effects. You guys just finish dinner and go up to your rooms please" He said, and they all nodded. When he walked out of the kitchen Derek followed him. Stiles dialed Deatons number, and he picked up almost immediatly. "What's wrong?" was the first thing Deaton asked. Figures. "Scott and Jackson had a fight, Melissa got caught inbetween and now she's got a scratch from Jackson on her arm, I'd like to know if that will have any supernatural side effects, and how I should treat it. Also, do you know anything that could calm down a pretty shaken up werewolf?" Stiles rattled, and Deaton quickly answered. "Since it was just a scratch and Jackson is a beta, there will be no supernatural effects, just bandage it tightly and keep the wound clean, werewolf scratches are like cat scratches, they infect quickly. And chamomille tea always works to calm the nerves, for both humans and werewolves" Stiles sighed in relief "Thanks doctor D, I don't know what we'd do without you" Stiles exclaimed gratefully. "Probably die" Deaton replied dryly before hanging up. Stiles looked up to Derek. "Nothing too bad thank god" he said, and Derek put his arms around him and pulled him tight. "And are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Because this day has been rough for everyone, including you, and it was really impressive how you got everything under control so fast" he said softly, incredibly proud of his little mate. "Yeah, but I'm just winging this whole 'pack mom' thing as well, so I just hope it's somehow all going to turn out right. And I love you" Stiles said, and Derek smiled. "I love you too, and that's why I wanted to ask you the question I couldn't this afternoon" he said, and Stiles looked at him with a confused look on his face which changed in a shocked one when Derek went down on one knee and took out a little black box. "Stiles Stilinski, I've been waiting to ask you this question, but I'm glad I can do it now. Will you marry me?"