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“I was gone for a week, Derek!”
“Don’t be mad.”
“Don’t be mad? Don’t be mad!? Why did none of you call me? You two could have died!”
“Okay, so I know you’re mad. You have a right to be, papa,” Eli jumped in, trying to save his dad from the worst of it.
“Oh I have more than a right to be mad. I am livid.”
Eli turned to his dad and gave him a look. “I told you you should’ve bought him flowers.”
“Eli. Flowers would not have fixed this. Your father should have known better.” Stiles’ tone was final. The fact that he referred to Derek as father instead of dad was enough of a tell. Eli couldn’t help his dad anymore. The only option was to run.
“Uh–good luck, dad!” Eli called out from the front door. “That’s my queue to go.”
Stiles sighed at his son. At Derek too to be honest.
“He is just like you,” Derek remarked.
“Yeah, which makes me so grateful for my dad.”