Stiles woke up from an ellbow being roughly shoved into his face. He looked around, and the bed where the previous night only he and Derek had been sleeping, was now covered in teenage werewolves. He sighed, and careful not to wake the pups, turned his head to see what time it was. It was five thirty am already so he decided not to go back to sleep but to get up and go make breakfast for the pack. He carefully shoved Isaac, whose ellbow had woken him up, aside and climbed over a curled up Scott and Allison and onto the the cold bedroom floor.

He turned, smiled lovingly at the pile of tangled werewolves on the bed, and he quickly threw on some jeans before rushing downstairs to make breakfast. He decided on scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes but he also put two boxes of cereal and a bowl of mixed fruits on the table, because the human girl and banshee in the pack weren't really fond of the werewolves' favourites.

He started with the pancakes, knowing they would take the longest to make, and by the time the bacon was cooking he heard a pair of feet trodding down the stairs. A moment later Derek walked into the kitchen and kissed Stiles on the lips.

"Hey sourwolf," Stiles smirked after kissing him back, "Would you mind setting the table?"

"I wouldn't" Derek replied. "If I get dibs on the pancakes, because last time the pups snatched them away right before my nose."

"Like you mind them doing that. Did you think I don't see you smile all the time when one of the pups snatches a bite from your plate when they think you aren't looking?" he teased, but Derek just smirked and took the plates over to the table. Then they heard feet on the stairs again, but much more this time.

First, a drowsy Isaac stumbled into the kitchen, pushed aside by Erica and Allison, followed by a softly talking Lydia and Boyd, and at last a squabbling Scott and Jackson practically fell through the door. So far, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Morning!" Stiles called, and seven voices replied with a sleepy "morning mom!", making Stiles sigh, because that wasn't out of the ordinary either.

A couple of months ago they had started calling him mom as a joke, but sadly the nickname had stuck. Although he was getting used to it now, it was still weird when they called him that at places like school, or the mall, and at first Stiles had rejected the nickname. But then Derek had explained that it was a natural reaction to Stiles being the alpha's, thus Derek's, mate, and he had halfheartedly accepted the nickname. Halfheartedly, even though he secretly had to admit that he loved taking care of the pups.

"Take your plate guys, and Scott, Jackson, please stop fighting over the food, there's enough for everyone," he said with a sharp look at the two troublemakers.

"Sorry mom," they replied sheepishly, and they silently sat down at opposite ends of the table, where Scott and Allison were quickly in a conversation with Lydia about whether or not an academic degree in economics was neccesary to make it in life, and Jackson and Isaac were discussing the chances of some football team in some league Stiles didn't know and honestly didn't want to know anything about. When breakfast was done, he shooed the pack upstairs to get ready for their last week of school before the start of summer. In a week the entire pack would be going to the Hale lake house for a month, so they could fully relax and do some pack bonding.

Derek and Stiles had also discussed sheriff Stilinski and Melissa mcCall coming along, but Stiles still had to ask if they were interested, and he also still had to run errands for a month supply food for a pack of teenage werewolves. He also still had to pack up his own stuff, so this was definitely going to be a busy week for him.

After school that day, where Stiles had received a particularly weird look from Greenberg after Jackson and Isaac had come up to him for a quick snuggle after lacrosse practice, he headed to his fathers house. He knew full-well Melissa would be there as well, because, well, lately she and his dad had gotten fairly close.

He used his old key, which he still had, although he and the pack permanently lived in the rebuilt Hale house now, to enter the house. He walked in just to see his dad and Melissa passionately making out in the hallway, Melissa's legs folded around his dad in an innapropriate way.

Since they were clearly oblivious to his presence, he cleared his throat obnoxiously, making sheriff Stilinski and Melissa quickly jump apart with an embarassed look on their faces.

"Well," Stiles said with a grimace, "that sure was something I never ever wish to see ever again. Thanks dad, I am now officially scarred for life," he told sheriff Stilinski, making his dads cheeks turn bright pink, and he cleared his throat.

"Ehm... Hi, Stiles," John Stilinski said in embarrassment, "We, uhm, we didn't expect you here! To what do we owe this?" He said, changing the subject, much to everyones pleasure.

"Well dad, me and Derek have been meaning to ask you something, both of you actually," Stiles said, obviously ignoring any awkwardness about what had just happened.

"You know that we're going to spend a part of the summer at Dereks lake house, and the pack thought it'd be a good idea to invite you guys to come along, if you like," he said, and his dad looked at Melissa questioningly.

"If it's up to me I'd immediately say yes, but I don't know if Melissa wants to come along?" he asked, shifting his attention towards Melissa.

"Oh, you don't have to answer right now!" Stiles said quickly, fearing it'd come too unexpected. "No pressure! Just, I don't know, think it over" He hastily said, making Melissa laugh.

"Of course I'd love to come along, I'll just have to see if I can take off from my work for so long," She chuckled, and immediatly Stiles looked less tense.

"Oh," he sighed in relief. "Good, and if it isn't too much, would you mind to take one or two pups and their stuff with you, if you're coming along anyway?" He asked carefully, and his dad raised one eyebrow at him sceptically.

"Oh, now I understand," his father smirked. "We're just being asked along for the extra space," he said to Stiles, who immediatly blushed when he realised what he'd just said indicated.

"No, no of course not!" Stiles replied quickly. "The pups love you guys, and it would be a great opportunity for you to get to know the pack a little better-"

He was interrupted when John looked at him sceptically.

"And.. We needed some extra space. It's not like it's easy, getting nine werewolves plus suitcases in three cars, and the camaro and Jackson's porsche can't take too much!" Stiles defended himself, and his dad put his arms up in surrender while laughing a little at his sons antics.

"Okay, okay! I don't have anything left to say, except for one thing. What time are we supposed to be at your place to pick you up saturday?"

Stiles sighed in relief. "Thank you thank you thank you! Erm, just be there at ten am, okay? I'll have the pack ready by then," he said after thinking about all the arrangments he had to make for a second.

"Ten. Okay, fine by me," Melissa said, and sheriff Stilinski nodded.

"Okay, thanks again! I've gotta go now, have to make dinner!" Stiles said before giving his dad a quick hug and walking out of the house and up to his car. When they made sure he was gone, Melissa and John looked at eachother, and bursted out in laughter at the exact same time.

When Stiles came home, the house was a mess, and the pups were running all over the place trying to clean up what seemed to be a mix between strawberry jam, chocolate and a lot of flour.

They were so busy trying to hide the mess that they didn't even notice Stiles coming in, and when he cleared his throat, they jumped up and looked at him with a sheepish and guilty look on their flour-covered faces.

"Well, I wonder what your excuse for this is going to be," Stiles said in a calm voice.

"We were-"

"We just wanted to-" Isaac and Allison began explaining.

"Okay, one at a time," Stiles declared, "Allison, you explain."

Stiles pointed at the young huntress, who'd hopefully have a quick and good explanation for this.

"Well.." She cleared her throat. "We came home earlier, and we were hungry, but there was nothing left in the fridge so we decided to make some brownies," she explained, and Stiles sighed. Once again, he'd overrestamated the conversational skills of his pups.

"And why is it then, that all of you are covered in chocolate and flour?" he asked with a sharp look to the pups, who were looking embarrased and were fidgeting on the kitchen floor.

"Well.." Allison started hesitantly.

"It wasn't my fault!" Isaac suddenly bursted out, "Jackson started it, I swear!"

After giving them both a sharp look Stiles turned to Jackson.

"Well?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips. Jackson slightly cowered under Stiles' piercing gaze.

"I didn't start it! Isaac punched me, and that's why I threw a piece of chocolate to his head, and then Scott screamed FOOD FIGHT! And then-" The blonde defended himself, making Stiles sigh one again.

"Yes, I get it" Stiles deadpanned. "Isaac, why'd you punch Jackson?" he asked, and Isaac chuckled nervously.

"Well, he said that I was your favourite, and that I was a momma's boy, so I punched him," Isaac declared.

Stiles just sighed. "Really? That's what this is all about? How old are you guys, four? Seriously, can you please just for one time act your age?!" He scolded them, and his pups were looking at their toes, their cheeks so pink he could see it through the flour on their faces. "Well, you all go upstairs and take a shower, I'll clean up in here, put your clothes in the tub, I"ll wash them later. And where the hell is Derek?" Stiles continued, getting more frustrated by the second.

"He went to get a new table chair" Erica answered. "We uhm.. Kind of broke the other one," she softly explained, and Stiles was getting seriously angry now, making his pups fear for their lives, or at least their xBox.

"Sorry mom," they all murmered almost supernatural in their unison, but it didn't have any effect.

"That's IT!" Stiles called out. "All of you, give me your phone, you're getting it back at the lake house." He told them. "Now!" He yelled when the pups didn't look like they were giving their phone anytime soon. They slowly walked over, and the girls an Boyd immediatly gave up their phones, but Scott didn' t want to give it up.

"I didn't even do anything!" he whined.

"Nothing? Then my memory must be failing me, because I really thought I'd heared the entire food fight was you idea, but please correct me if I'm wrong," Stiles deadpanned, and after that none of the pups protested, and they silently went upstairs. Stiles sighed and started cleaning up the sticky mess in the kitchen.

Derek chose that moment to wander in, carrying a brand new wooden chair. When he saw the kitchen, his brows went up almost to his hairline.

"You. Don't. Ever. Leave. The. Pups. Alone. Ever. Again." Stiles said angrily.

"You want me to talk to them?" Derek asked in an amused voice.

"No, I've got that one covered" Stiles answered, still a little annoyed.

Derek chuckled. "I can believe that. What did you do, take their xBox?" He asked, curious about what his mate had done this time.

"No" Stiles answered, "I took their phones, and I'm keeping them until we're at the lake house," He said, clearly content with the punishment he'd given the pups.

Derek rolled his eyes. He knew the pups would be whining about their phones all week, but he also knew better then to go against Stiles right now. "Can I help you with anything?" Derek asked, making his mate very happy.

"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed. "You do the laundry, please, so I can clean up this mess and make dinner," He ordered, and Derek quickly went upstairs, giving Stiles the oppertunity to continue cleaning , while wondering how this came to be his life.