Toddler Stiles POV
Hi I'm Stiles, I'm 5, my dad got me this wolfie for my birthday, I talk to him everyday. Of course he isn't real, but I like to think he is :).
'Hello wolfie' I talk to him, lifting him up in my arms and immediately hugging small body. I pat his soft, black fur and keep talking
'I had a gwood day at scwool'
I beam at him and hear a growl under my bed. I don't check it and just keep talking.
'Hey kiddo' I look at the door and see my dad standing there, I smile at him
'You have to go to bed now' he smiles back at me
I nod my head and lift my blankets
'Gwoodnight daddy, where's mummy?'
'She's already asleep' he speaks and I nod
'I wuv you' I call to him
'I love you too'
I lay my head down on the pillow, and I'm about the fall asleep until I hear another growl
I crawl over my bed, and stick my head under it. I see beady eyes staring back at me.
'Are you da boogey man?' I ask
And the creature just yips.
'I guess not, you wook frwiendly'
I climb under the bed and find my flashlight, I shine it on the creature and gasp
'Your a wolfie!' I cheer, and move closer to him. The wolf snuggles closer to me. Getting comfortable and so do I.
'Ok well goodnight wolfie, my dad said wolfies are mean but your nice, can I have you as a pet, I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind, ok gooooonight' I kiss his fury head and fall alseep.
I wake up to feel skin under my arm. No longer fit. I open my eyes, to see a boy, with dark black hair. I shake him a little and he finally wakes up. He looks at me with green eyes, I smile
'Hi I'm stiles!, did you turn into a boy because last night you were a wolfie!' He looks at me
'I-I'm derek'
'CWOOL NAME'
'I'm 5' I hold my fingers up to show how many
'I'm 8, and your holding up 4 fingers' he laughs, and I pout
'I-I'm a w-werewolf'
'Wow cool!'
'I came here because I was getting chased and you smelled nice' his face turns like a tomato it's cute!
'I never knew I smelt nice' I sniff myself, and don't really smell anything
I smile anyway
'I like you derek' I say and he giggles
Stiles is now 25 and Derek is 28
'Babe I love you, and I will forever and ever, I want our love to be permanent. Your so cute and funny you make me laugh even though I'm down and we love telling people how we met because it's the cutest story in the world, I love you for you and I know you love me because I'm pretty sure you tell me 5 times everyday' I laugh and so does he, but he has tears on his cheeks.
'Will you marry me' I ask grabbing out the box and open it. He jumps in my arms probably unable to form words right now
'I'm guessing that's a yes' I laugh
'Defiantly' he finally says