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𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Riley stood at the mirror, turning to look at herself from all different angles. No matter where she stopped, she ended up frowning. "This dress makes me look huge," she mumbled.

Stiles walked up behind her, reaching his arms around to rest his hands on her stomach. "Well, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that tends to happen when you're pregnant."

"What?" Riley gasped sarcastically, turning to her daughter. "Did you know that, Aayla?"

"Is my brother ready yet?" the girl asked as she looked up from the drawing.

Riley laughed as she let her head fall back and rest against Stiles' shoulder, "Soon, sweetheart. Any day now."

Stiles leaned down to press a kiss to her head, holding her gently. "You know, no one would blame you if you just stayed home today."

"Are you kidding? Of course, I need to be there," she sighed. "Aayla is a flower girl-"

"Which I can handle," Stiles cut off.

"And I'm a bridesmaid," Riley continued. "Lydia has been planning this forever, she'll have my head if I'm not there."

"I think I can handle Lydia."

"I really doubt that," Riley chuckled.

The woman turned around in her husband's arms, looping her arms around his neck. Going onto her toes, she kissed him. When they heard their daughter saying 'ew', they both pulled back with a laugh.

"Stop," the young girl groaned.

"You heard the kid," Stiles grinned. "Hands off, or maybe I'll have to put you in handcuffs."

"Don't forget, that's how we ended up in this situation again, Special Agent," she reminded him, her eyes dropping to her stomach.

Stiles moved his hands over her stomach, a loving smile on his face. "And I'd do it again."

"I think two is plenty enough for now," Riley warned with a chuckle. She placed a hand on his cheek, stroking her thumb, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," he smiled back. "Now, let's finish getting ready so we can go and watch our best friends get married."

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Riley's smile hurt her cheeks as she watched the ceremony. Aayla had walked down the aisle, throwing rose petals as she went and receiving several 'awws'. She had run over and stood with Riley at the front with the other bridesmaids and Lydia, who was the maid of honour.

The woman had her hands on her daughter's shoulders as she looked across at her husband, who stood as best man behind their best friend. Stiles shot her a wink and a grin, mouthing that he loved her. Riley smiled and mouthed it right back.

Scott didn't notice either of them, though. He was too busy watching Allison walk towards him, arm-in-arm with her father. She looked stunning in her white gown, hair curled gently across her shoulders.

Chris Argent's eyes were red with happy tears - Riley had never seen him look happier. It reminded her of her own wedding day and her father and Peter walking her to Stiles.

She had visited her birth father's grave the day before the wedding. It was strange to think that she actually missed the man. He had done so many bad things but the last thing he did was give his life for all of them. Riley just wanted to be able to thank him for saving her friends and family; for saving her.

The last time Riley had found herself on death's door, he was the reason that she got to go home with her family. No one could have given her something more precious than that.

Holding her daughter's hand, she watched the ceremony. In high school, she had always figured that Scott and Allison would get married, but then she was murdered. Now she was back, and here they stood, ready to give themselves to one another forever.

"Allison, as soon as I met you, I knew that there was something about you," Scott said, holding the woman's hands as he spoke his vows after Allison had finished hers. "In a place like Beacon Hills that feels so dark sometimes, you were my shining light. My beacon.

"When I thought that I had lost you forever, there was a shift in my universe. Chances like this, chances to be with the one you love again, don't come around every day. I've got you back now and I don't plan on letting you go ever again. You are my anchor, Allison Argent, and you always will be."

There were more words spoken before the rings were exchanged alongside a kiss and cheers. More rose petals were thrown as the happy couple walked down the aisle hand in hand with smiles plastered don't their faces. 

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Stiles unbuckled the car seat and lifted his daughter out, carrying Aayla so that Riley didn't have to. Walking around to the other side of the car, he helped his pregnant wife out of the car, taking her hand in his as they headed inside the building for the reception. He loved weddings - they reminded him that not all things in Beacon Hills were terrible.

They had returned home a month ago, knowing that if they waited any longer it mightn't be safe for Riley to fly. So, unlike Aayla, their next child would be born in Beacon Hills, just like Stiles and Riley had been. Also unlike Aayla, they hadn't waited to find out the gender of their second child; a boy.

As soon as they found out Riley was quick to shut down the idea of naming him 'Luke'. He had already sneaked his way into getting a 'Star Wars' name with Aayla, and Riley wasn't about to let him win again. They had yet to settle on a name, but they both had a feeling that when they saw him, they would know which name felt right.

The reception was already crowded as they walked in, friends and family from both sides filling up the hall. Riley, needing to sit down, told Stiles to go on without her. He double-checked with her, but she held strong. Riley went and sat at their assigned table, pouring herself a glass of water as she looked around the room. 

Lydia was off to the side with her latest boyfriend, Chase. They had been together almost two years, and the relationship had lasted longer than usual. This one also knew about her other life, which clearly meant that Lydia trusted him.

Malia was over by the bar dancing with Isaac. They had gotten back together about a year ago after the werecoyote had split from Parrish. She and Isaac had always had some sort of connection, Isaac just never thought to explore it given that he and Riley had been together. The woman told them she didn't mind, though. After Isaac had lost both her and Allison, she didn't want to be the one to stop him from possibly finding happiness.

Derek and Eli sat at a table across the room. The two had never been better, their relationship improving after everything that had happened two years ago. Derek hated that it had taken them both nearly dying for him to have such a strong bond with his son but that didn't matter, they were there now.

Even Charlotte and Iris had made their way down for the wedding with Gracie. They were dancing, embarrassing their daughter who was standing there shaking her head at her mums.

Kira and Hikari had also attended, Kira refusing to let things be weird. As far as she was concerned, she and Scott had been broken up since high school. She had always known, even when they were together, that he still harboured feelings for the huntress. So, Kira was in attendance alongside her protege to show that there was no bad blood - she was happy for them.

As her eyes continued to wander, a couple sat across from her mid-argument. "I'm just saying, I told you not to order the furniture until we got back from the wedding. Now, it's going to arrive while we're away and they're going to take it back and we're going to have to wait even longer."

Riley laughed as she turned to Liam and Theo. "Honeymoon phase over so soon?"

Liam scoffed, "If living with him is this hard, I can't imagine being married to him."

"Don't act like you wouldn't say yes if I asked," Theo teased with a smirk on his face.

"How about you go and get me a drink and maybe I'll consider not locking you out of the hotel room?"

Theo squeezed the man's hand with a smile that Riley had only ever seen him save for Liam. "We both know you wouldn't do that, but I'm happy to oblige." He stood up and went to walk away, turning back to the table momentarily. "You want anything, Ri?"

"She's pregnant, dumbass," Liam said, gesturing to her stomach as if it weren't clear.

"Obviously," Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I meant like a lemonade or a juice or something?"

"A lemonade would be great, thanks Theo," Riley smiled.

After he was gone, Liam moved to sit closer to the woman. "How are you doin'?"

"I'm good," she nodded. "Heavily pregnant and constantly nauseous, but good."

"Well, you know that Theo and I will be there to help whenever you need. You know we love babysitting."

"I'm sure you love it, but I'm not sure Stiles loves it when you do," Riley laughed. 

Liam's face scrunched up, taking offence, "Oh, come on, we were not that bad."

"Liam, we had to cut Aayla's hair above her shoulders to even out the cut you let her give herself. not to mention the paint job the walls needed after you let her use our white walls as a canvas for the permanent markers she somehow made her way into."

The man went to argue, before his mouth fell shut, "Okay, you might have a point but we were new to it all at that point. We got better."

"I know, I'm just playing with you," she chuckled. 

Liam laughed a bit as he looked out at the dance floor, smiling lightly. "Did you ever think that it would all play out like this? That day that you, Scott and Stiles went out into the woods?"

Riley's eyes followed his gaze to find Stiles in the middle of the dancefloor and he wasn't alone. Aayla had her small hands in her father's, giggling as he danced with her. Riley's smile was wide as she watched them, tears welling in her eyes.

Allison and Scott were dancing together nearby, stopping to talk to an attendee every so often. Riley couldn't help but smile; they looked so happy together. She just knew that they were meant to be. Just like she and Stiles had been.

"No," Riley admitted, wiping beneath her eyes as she looked back at Liam. "But I wouldn't change it for the world."

When Theo returned with the drinks, Riley thanked him as she accepted the lemonade. She took a few sips, watching her husband dance with their daughter. It was quite possibly the cutest thing that she had ever seen. 

As she sipped at the drink and the songs went on, Aayla came stumbling over to her mother. Grabbing the woman's free hand, she tugged at her. "Dance with me, mummy."

"Mummy is a bit tired, sweetheart," the woman told her.

"Please," the young girl dragged, not giving in easily.

Looking down at her, Riley found it impossible to say no to her sweet little face. "Okay, okay," she chuckled.

Setting the glass down, she stood up and let her daughter lead her towards the dancefloor. Stiles was waiting, hands up pretending to tug them both to him with a rope. When they reached him, Riley laughed as she put her hands on his shoulders.

"You're such a dork," Riley laughed.

Stiles kissed her, hands on her hips as he danced with her. "Your dork."

Riley rolled her eyes with a smile, dropping one hand so that she could hold Aayla also. Stiles did the same, the three of them making a small triangle. They danced together, blissfully happy in the knowledge that nothing could ruin this night for anyone.

The night went on and the reception numbers started to dwindle until it was just the pack. They all sat around one of the tables chatting. Aayla had fallen asleep a few hours ago, so the Sheriff had offered to take her back home with him so that his son and daughter-in-law could spend time with their friends.

"I feel like, over these past two years, it's the most we've seen of each other since high school," Lydia told them all, leaning into Chase. "I'm going to miss you all so much."

"Why are you acting like after we leave we're never going to see each other again?" Isaac scoffed. 

The strawberry blonde shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that. I just mean. . . we're all going to go our separate ways again and who knows when we'll have another occasion to be together." 

"Why does there have to be an occasion?" Allison shrugged. "We don't have to live near one another to visit each other. I know for a fact Scott and I will be visiting Boston often - especially after the newest Stilinski is born."

"That would require him to hurry up and be born already," Riley said, breathing out heavily as she ran a hand over her swollen stomach. 

Stiles put an arm around her, drawing her to him, "All good things come to those who wait. He's only a little late."

"Never on time. Like father like son," she laughed. 

"I waited ages to admit my feelings, I know, I know, you'll never let that one go," he sighed but his smile gave away how he felt. "Like I said, though - all good things."

"And you were worth the wait," she confirmed, tilting her head back to kiss him.

"Exactly," he nodded. "And Luke will be, too."

Half the table groaned at his comment. "Stiles, I love you man, but you're not gonna win here."

"Yeah, I've heard the name conversation fifty times over at this point," Liam agreed. "We all have - Luke is off the table."

Stiles narrowed at all of them, "Right, sorry, I forgot that you all had a say in the name of our child. My bad."

"Obviously," Lydia nodded. "They're part of the pack, so we have to make sure you don't do them the disservice of getting away with yet another 'Star Wars' name."

"Have you guys decided on a name yet?" Malia asked. "A real name?"

"Not yet," Riley told them all. "But back on topic, Allison is right. We don't need an occasion to see each other. Stiles and I will always make trips from Boston to wherever you guys end up. We all will. We're not going to wait years to see each other again. Deal?"

They all went around the table, nodding and agreeing to the plan. Riley had meant every word. Just like every plan they had made together, she intended to stick it out. She wasn't about to go that long without seeing her best friends again; her pack.

The group continued to thin out until it was just Riley, Stiles, Scott and Allison. Lydia had stayed for a while longer but she and Chase eventually left, the two wanting some form of rest before they had to head back to New York.

"You know, I feel like I knew we would end up like this," Allison said softly, her hands caressing Scott's.

"What? That we would nearly die several times, you would actually die, we would go through hell and then somehow, we'd all be sitting around this table?" Stiles asked as if he thought she was psychic or something. 

"Obviously not in that much detail, thank you, Stiles," she laughed. "I mean us and then you two."

"I'm glad you thought we'd end up together," Riley laughed.

Stiles looked down at her with pinched brows, "What? You thought we wouldn't make it?"

"No, no, no, oh my gosh, that's not what I'm saying at all," she said, sitting up and placing a hand on his cheek. "I just. . . before we were together, I never let myself dream it was possible that you would choose me."

"Well, I hope you realise just how wrong you were," Stiles stated, resting her forehead against hers. "I always did and always will choose you."

Riley kissed him, pulling back with a smile, "I just wish you had shown me that sooner."

"Well, we're all here now," Scott grinned. "We're exactly where we're meant to be, with who we're meant to be with. You're both so lucky to have had the time you've had."

Riley felt bad for making the comment she had, knowing how much time Scott had lost with Allison. "Well, you have a whole lifetime to make up for it."

"But you should get on with all the milestones sooner so that Luke has someone to play with growing up," Stiles tacked on. 

Allison pursed her lips as she looked at Scott who nodded with a small smile. The woman turned back to the couple, a smile on her lips. "Well, funny you should say that."

Riley was confused for a moment before her eyes went wide, "Shut up!" she gasped. "Shut up, you're kidding?"

"Dude," Stiles said, mouth gaping as he looked at Scott. "Was this a literal shotgun wedding? Because I know Argent has shotguns."

Scott laughed as he threw a napkin at his friend, "Shut up," he laughed. "No, this wasn't a literal shotgun wedding. But also no, we're not kidding."

Riley got to her feet carefully, going over and embracing Allison, "How far along are you?"

"About six months," she laughed lightly, tearing up.

The Sylph's mouth fell open, "And you look like this? Ugh, I'm so jealous. Aayla and this little man both had me showing practically the whole way through. I couldn't hide it as well as you."

"Well, I couldn't really hide it considering I was engaged to a werewolf at the time," she laughed.

"Those keen werewolf senses back at it again, Scottie," Stiles laughed as he got to his feet. He went over to Scott and pulled him into a hug. "Congrats, man. I'm really happy for you both."

"It's like you said, we're not going to waste any more time now that we have each other again," he grinned.

The four huddled into a small group hug, words of congratulations and excitement being thrown around. Allison and Scott knew that the two had been the first they had wanted to tell, but that was a bit hard in a town full of werewolves. They had had to force Theo, Liam, Malia, Isaac, Derek and Eli to keep it secret when they arrived for the wedding - they had wanted to tell their best friends on their own. 

It had been worth the wait. Stiles and Riley had been the people - besides their parents - that they had been most excited to tell. After all, they were a big part of the reason that they were together. 

During all the excitement, the others hadn't even noticed when Riley took half a step back. "Hey, guys, um. . . not to steal anyone's thunder, but I'm pretty sure my water just broke."

"Are you serious?" Stiles asked quickly as the others fell silently. Looking down and seeing her dress, he quickly threw his eyes back up, "Oh, my god, you're serious. You're serious. Let's go. Right now. Let's go. Scott, the car."

"Yeah, man, of course," the werewolf nodded. He dropped everything and ran out of the hall as Allison helped Stiles get Riley out of the building. 

Stiles got into the driver's seat as Scott and Allison got in the back with Riley. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator, going well over the speed limit as he drove them to the hospital.

"Stiles, slow down!" Allison shouted.

The man waved her off, "My dad's the Sheriff, I'm not gonna get a fine."

"Maybe, but I'd like for us to get there alive," she responded.

"Fair point," he nodded, slowing down just a touch.

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Thankfully, they had made it to the hospital in one piece, although Stiles really hadn't slowed down that much. Riley had been rushed inside and taken straight to a room. As soon as Melissa had heard that she was there, she got herself dressed and clocked into work, being in the room to encourage the woman she considered a daughter. 

Noah, Charlotte, Iris, Derek and Eli had also made their way to the hospital after receiving a late-night call from Scott. Noah had also brought Aayla along with him, asleep in her grandfather's lap. Everyone sat impatiently in the waiting room, needing to know that she was okay.

There was always a risk when a supernatural gave birth. It was rare for a Sylph to give birth to a boy, but they chalked it up to the fact that thanks to the Dread Doctors, Riley wasn't one hundred per cent Sylph like she used to be. 

Five hours later, Stiles entered the waiting room, his eyes red and his cheeks wet, a large grin plastered to his face. "Seven pounds, five ounces," he grinned. "We have a healthy baby boy."

Everyone in the room rose to their feet and rushed over to the man, congratulating him. Stiles thanked them all before leaning down and picking up his daughter. "Are you ready to meet your little brother?"

"Yes! Where is he?" she asked excitedly.

"With your mum," he smiled, before turning to the others. "Dad, Charlotte, we want you guys to be the first to meet him if that's okay?"

"If that's okay?" Noah scoffed as he went over and hugged his son. "You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah, Dad. C'mon," he laughed. As he was about to walk out, he turned back to Scott, "Hey, you called Ri's dad, right?"

"Yeah, man, he's on his way. Should be here within the hour," the man nodded.

Stiles thanked him before leading his father and Charlotte to Riley's room. Considering that he hadn't known Scott or Allison that well, Riley's father hadn't been on the invite list - not that that bothered Riley. It wasn't her wedding after all. It was unfortunate that he wasn't here for the birth of his grandson, but there was only so much that they could do.

When they reached the room Aayla wriggled until Stiles was forced to set her down. The young girl ran over to the hospital bed where her mother sat with her baby brother. Just the sight of the three made Stiles want to cry again.

Walking over, he leaned down and kissed his wife, telling her how amazing she was. When he looked over, he saw that Aayla was crying. 

Making his way around to her, he knelt beside her, "Are you okay, my little Padawan?"

Aayla reached a hand up to hold the baby's small fingers, "He's so cute, Daddy. Can we keep him?"

Stiles and Riley both laughed, the man nodding, "Yeah, sweetheart, I think that'd be okay."

Riley carefully lifted her son, handing him to his father gently. Stiles held him close, examining his tiny features, being taken back to when Aayla had first been born. 

Walking over, he looked to his father, "Do you want to hold your grandson?"

The man was almost crying as he nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."

Charlotte took a step closer, letting the small child hold her finger. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked over at her sister, "Does he have a name now?"

Riley nodded as she looked at her husband, "Do you want to tell them?"

The two looked at the man expectantly, who was already smiling. "Dad, Char, we'd like you to meet Noah Peter Stilinski."

Much to Riley's surprise, Stiles had been completely on board when she had said 'Peter'. He might have been a monster when they'd first encountered him all of those years ago in the woods, but he hadn't always been that way. 

He had really loved her - more than he was able to tell her. So, instead, he had shown her by giving his life so that she could live hers.

Without Peter, Riley wouldn't be there and in turn, neither would their son.

"Really?" his father teared up, baffled by his son's words.

"Yeah, Dad," Stiles confirmed. "It's like you said all of those years ago - it was thanks to you that we became as close as we did. And it was thanks to you that I dared to talk to Riley about my feelings in the first place."

"And if he grows up to be anything like his grandpa, then I know he's bound for something great," Riley said softly.

The man smiled at them both, before looking down at the baby in his arms, "Hello, Noah. Well, you're a handsome little fella, aren't you?"

Charlotte walked over to her sister, holding her close, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Char."

They started to make the rounds, all of the visitors passing through the room to meet the newest Stilinski. Eventually, they all left, leaving Riley and Stiles time alone with their children for the first time.

Riley had Noah in her arms, staring over at Stiles who was asleep in the armchair beside her bed with Aayla in his arms. She smiled at them before looking down at her son. 

When the baby opened his small eyes, Riley reached up and gently stroked a finger down the soft skin of his cheek. "Good morning, my beautiful boy," she said softly. 

Noah groaned and fussed in his mother's arms. She rocked him slightly, humming softly. When he settled down, she looked into his eyes. Riley hesitated as if waiting to see if they would change colour. "Is there something different about you, Noah?" she asked him quietly. "It doesn't matter - either way, you're the most special little boy I've ever met." 

Riley lifted him enough that his eyes would see the man and young girl in the chair. She pointed to each of them, resting her head against her son's.

"Do you see them? That's your dad and your sister," she informed him quietly and she laid him back down carefully. "One day, when you're both older, I'll tell you and your sister all about what I am. What you might be.

"But that's not even the best part of the story. The best part is how I fell in love with my best friend. How we somehow made it over every single obstacle in our path that led to me being able to be here with you in my arms. I won't let you or Aayla grow up feeling lost like I did."

"That is a good story," Stiles said quietly from the chair he sat in, careful not to wake their daughter.

Riley smiled over at him, "It's my favourite."

The man shifted slightly, slight hesitation before he chose to speak. "You know, your mum loved you, Ri. She thought she was doing what was best."

"I know," the woman nodded, genuinely agreeing. "But I'm going to do things differently. Just like you and I promised each other - no secrets. When they're old enough to understand, we're going to tell them everything."

"I agree," Stiles nodded. "But for now, let them live in blissful ignorance. Let's go home and live in that with them for a while."

"And then what?"

Stiles thought for a moment, his eyes going from Aayla to Noah, to Riley, "And then. . . whatever we want. We've got our whole lives ahead of us still. So. . . let's live them."

"Alright," she laughed lightly. "Sounds like you've got this Plan all thought out."

"No plan," he corrected, shaking his head. "I've finally realised that I don't need one. I've got you, Aayla and now Noah - I couldn't have planned for any of that and I'm the happiest I've ever been."

When Aayla started to fuss a little, Stiles stood up and walked over to the hospital bed. He put the young girl down on the mattress beside her mother, letting her be beside her brother.

"I love you, Riley. I love you so much," the man whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

Stiles was right; they had tried to plan out their future, figuring out how it would work best. However, barely any of it had gone to plan. And yet, they both couldn't have been more content with all they had.

When Riley pulled back, she held a hand to his cheek, her thumb stroking back and forth. "I love you too, Stiles."

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(A/N)

I feel it is important that I say I wrote this at 1 in the morning and it is not proofread.

However, there it is, my loves. Thank you for sticking around for yet another addition to this series. This is it, Riley and Stiles' story is officially over. Again, I will miss my babies but I know that it's for the best.

You are welcome to imagine how their life continues but I see them heading back home and just like they said, visiting the rest of the pack often. I also like to think that they would've moved somewhere with Scott and Allison so that their kids could grow up together and that their kids would get into just as much mischief as their parents.

Hope to see you all in another of my stories but until then, all the best

xx

Wrathfuldeity