John Stilinski seemed to have the best reaction out of any one.
"Did ya do it, son?"
The retired sheriff sat on the couch munching on caramel popcorn in front of the TV.
Derek smiled when he saw Stiles’ cheeks heat.
"Yes, father," he called from the kitchen, "I did."
"Did ya say yes, big guy?"
Derek almost couldn’t control the laughter threatening to spill over his lips.
"I did, sir."
"Well thank fucking god because Stiles nearly had a panic attack over it," John shoved another fist full of popcorn into his mouth.
Stiles’ forehead hit the cabinet.
The wolf stopped stirring the boiling pot of vegetables on the stove so he could let himself laugh.
"Nice to have you in the family, Derek."
It was all he said and Derek felt Stiles brush his fingertips against his lower back when he stepped past him to wash the lettuce off in the sink.
It was tragic how simple everything was in such a profoundly beautiful way.