“Stiles. You’re the love of my life. But if you touch this cake before the party, I. Will. Kill. You.”
“Rude,” Stiles huffed as he moved his hand away from the five-tiered wedding cake. He was hungry. And there was easy access - just a tiny swipe of a flower frosting. No one would notice.
“It’s so big they wouldn’t notice,” he mumbled.
“It’s big so they can share with the entire department and hospital staff,” Derek countered. “And I will tell on you.”
“What’s the worst they can do?” he replied with an eye roll.
“Ground you,” Derek deadpanned as he looked out the kitchen window.
The backyard was transforming into an elegant wedding ceremony venue for his father-in-law and soon-to-be mother-in-law. The kitchen was a mess of catering and reception utensils.
Stiles snorted, nearly choking on air. “I don’t live with them.” Not like being grounded had ever actually meant anything growing up.
Derek twisted his head and with a raised eyebrow and responded, “Then I’ll ground you.”
Stiles’s appetite shifted, “Promise?”