23 days of Letter Prompts

13. To your Grandparents



He would like to say that he texted Derek, that they met up right away, and that they settled the marriage issue. Of course, if he did say any of that he would be lying through his ass.

He did text Derek, but the idiot never returned it. Never called. Never came over. It was all very rude if you asked him. No one was asking him though. Because this was his life. Just when things started to look up, something wanted to remind him what being down felt like.

Through all this, he had forgotten to contact Isaac to see if he would be willing to help. Which meant that he forgot that he had an actual job to do. The only thing that had jarred his memory was Peter texting him the address of the diner he had rented. Fuck his life.

Stiles loaded some snacks and his laptop before hopping in his Jeep and headed toward Peter. Whom he is praying didn't drink from the same well as his sister had obviously recently overdosed in.

He walked into the kitchen area and was shocked when a hand covered his mouth and yanked him further into the darkness. In self-defense, he claws the arms holding him.

"Shit, Stiles it's me," was quietly hissed into his ear.

All this did was piss the boy off enough to make him bite his boyfriend.

"Fuck! You bit me. Why did you bite me?"

"Because I am more than a little pissed off. Your mom visited me yesterday and I spent the majority of the day and night trying to get ahold of you."

"Sorry, I was hiding and forgot my phone," he confessed.

"What in the world were you hiding from?"

Derek looked at him with wide eyes full of fear. "My mom."

"Marriage?"

"Oh, not you too. Shouldn't we try living together before we tie the knot?"

Stiles could only snort at the whining. "Derek, I love you. I do, but let me finish college, then I'll think of purposing to you or letting you purpose to me."

"You don't want to get married?"

The young man frowned and tilted his head in thought. "Sure, one day in the future, marriage seems like something I would like to try. Not right now though."

"Thank goodness, so why were you trying to get ahold of me so desperately?"

"Your mom showed up in my room talking marriage. Do you think she has been hit with a spell or ate a magic mushroom?"

"I am so sorry," Derek managed to say before Peter barged in.

"I swear, some people do not understand the concept of dates. Why do the two of you look like you are ready to bolt?"

Stiles couldn't help it. He had a minor break down and couldn't stop himself laughing.

"Did he finally snap?"

"Possibly," the older of the duo answered honestly.

"What in the world could have caused this?"

"Marriage," they both answered equally horrified voices.

"Are you getting ready or…"

"We're both running from it like a bat out of hell."

Peter stood there blinking. "I thought that order sounded suspicious. Come on back once you've calmed down. I need to go and change up some of the orders."

"Think I have time to type up my next letter?"

Derek tilted his head and listened to something with wide eyes. "Yeah, I think it would be best if we gave Peter a little bit of time to get the orders in… order."

Stiles didn't ask, didn’t want to know. He pulled out his laptop and frowned at the next letter. This should be… short.

~~

Dear Babcia and Dziadek,

What should I say to you? I only met you once and I was very young. I still have the knife Dziadek gave my father to give to me and I have the cookbook that was meant for the sister that was never born.

The knife is handy and the cookbook is awesome. I love both of them. The money you left in trust for me has been the most helpful. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to afford college and then a lawyer showed up with a check. I was shocked and pleased.

You may not have been there for me physically, but you helped more than you could ever know. Thank you both. I hope you and Mom are taking care of each other until we can meet again.

Your loving Wnuk,


Stiles

~~

Stiles smiled as he saved the document and shut down the laptop.

"That was quick," Derek said obviously curious.

"To my Grandparents. I never had the opportunity to meet my dad's mom and dad. I barely remember Babcia and Dziadek. They died before my mom did."

"I'm sorry," he said contritely.

"Don't be. Is it safe to go back there yet?"

Derek listened closely before shaking his head.

They sat in the booth, holding hands until it was safe enough to go back. At least they had a distraction and Derek was good at placing things in the oven. Peter and Stiles just had to make sure the man baked nothing.