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Stiles woke to the sound of whispering coming from the floor next to his side of the bed. He peered over the edge and his heart swelled up at the sight of Derek laying down and petting the puppies. He was whispering to them as they nursed from Nat, their mom.
“How are they?” Stiles asked. Derek startled a little, then smiled sheepishly.
“They are good,” he said, then crawled up in bed with Stiles. “Not quite as adorable as you, but, they are close.”
“You are such a sap,” Stiles said, then smiled as Derek nuzzled into his neck.