"Wait, you're what?" Stiles asked, paling considerably.

"I said, I'm leaving for a week." Derek said more slowly, looking up from where he was packing his suitcase.

"But, we just got back." She spluttered.

It wasn't the fact that her new husband was leaving only a week after they returned from their honeymoon that bothered her, she knew Cora needed help and she wasn't going to stop Derek from helping his sister. It was the fact he was leaving her with the six other residents of the Hale house: Three Werewolves, a Kanima, a Banshee, and a Human.

"Are you worried about the pups?" Derek asked.

Stiles bit her lip and nodded. "They hate me." She said flatly, not bothering to hide her hurt, it was pointless to even bother, Derek could just smell it anyway.

"They don't hate you." Derek said.

She gave him an oh-really? Look and was just ready to start listing off reasons of why they obviously hated her.

"They just aren't use to you, yet." He insisted.

She sighed.

'They haven't gotten use to her, yet' like they ever would. They didn't like her from the moment Derek brought her to his house.

After two months of dating she insisted on meeting his kids, after all things were getting serious. She found all six of them in their best, lined up in order of age.

"What's she doing here?" Derek's oldest, Jackson, had hissed.

Derek gave him a warning look. "She wanted to meet all of you." He said with a smile.

"Well she has, you can take her back now."

Derek had apologized repeatedly when he drove her home after an incredible awkward dinner, in which only she and Derek spoke, unless Derek or Stiles openly spoke to one of kids, and she had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason they responded to her was because Derek was there.

Derek must of sensed she was in dark thoughts, because he walked over to her and folded her into a tight embrace.

Stiles let out a muffled whimper.

He kissed her neck then up her jaw line to press a kiss on her lips then her forehead.

Derek was a man of few words, what he didn't say he made up for with gestures. Kisses, hugs, gifts, cuddling, etc.

"I don't have to go. I'm sure Cora could figure it out, somehow." He murmured.

She shook her head.

"No, we'll be fine." She said trying to honestly believe they would.

Derek either didn't hear her heart falter or chose not to comment on it, to be honest the latter was more likely.

Stiles let him hold her and press kisses on her neck, cheeks, and forehead for just a moment longer before pulling him into a long kiss and releasing him.

"You go tell the kids. I'll pack." She said.

"You sure?" He asked.

Stiles glanced over at the messy suitcase and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, I'm sure." She said drily.

He smiled and rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you." He said.

"Yea." She said as he walked out. "Love you, too."