Deafening Silence

Ch. 13

The following day the young baker is heavily asleep in his bed, unconscious to the world around him. He had fallen asleep as soon as Derek left the night prior which had to be around two in the morning, needless to say he hadn't gotten much rest before the day of work ahead.

Tossing to get more comfortable he was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing, he reached for it with force only to answer angrily "Scott, if this is you calling to ask about your bachelor party again I will murder you..." he mumbled almost incoherently into the phone. Stiles' throat is dry and he's pretty sure his eyes are suck together with sleep but he doesn't seem to care.

"Well, good morning to you too sunshine"

He sat up on his forearm realizing that wasn't Scott's voice "Der?"

"Yeah. You had three glasses of wine last night I wanted to make sure you were up"

Peeking over his plushy duvet he seen his alarm wasn't set and he was three minutes away from sleeping through the day. Derek was a god send in every way "Thank you for that" cradling the device between his shoulder and head he threw his bare feet onto the ice cold ground "I thought you weren't working today? Why are you up so early?"

"I told my parents I'd stop by for breakfast"

"Aw, such a lovely son" Stiles joked. It came out so easily he hadn't given it a second thought. It was officially normal to normally with Derek.

"I try" His husky voice sent a chuckle through the phone "Well, you need to get your cute butt off to work. Text me at lunch?"

"Will do. See ya Derek"

"Later Sti"

Ending the call Stiles tossed his phone to the counter before glancing up at his reflection. For someone who just woke up he sure did look alive. Rosy cheeks and a smile plastered to his face. This would be a good day "Alexa, play walking on sunshine" the tune blasted through his home and Stiles danced terribly as he got ready for the day.

Later, he was in the kitchen working on a new batch of macaroons. Mixing away at the batter before him Stiles hummed a happy tune as his hips swayed. He couldn't find too much to be mad at that day. Only thing bugging him at the moment was the way Isaac was staring at him. Like he was some foreign species. It didn't help that every time he stared back Isaac's gaze would snap away making him that much more suspicious.

"Okay! What is it?" He finally asked.

Isaac pointed to himself as if he weren't the only other person in the kitchen at the moment "Me? What?"

"You. The staring, the sneaky behavior" Stiles listed off the questionable actions of his friend.

"I should be asking what's up with you"

Smiling, Stiles' mouth fell open "What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, you're happy" he scoffed.

"And?"

"You're never happy!"

"Lies! I'm always happy..." he stated, knowing it was a bit of a stretch. Isaac's gaze only intensified to show he wasn't buying it "...I'm just never this happy" both men laughed, doubling over slightly "C'mon is it so bad?"

"No. It's actually great. I'm happy to see Derek has broken through to you"

"I never said anything about Derek" Then there was the look again "...Okay it's about Derek" he turned, hoping to get back to work, never really wiping the smile from his face.

Unaware to Stiles, Derek was stopping by the bakery that day. So undoubtedly he walked in, said hello to Isaac who was gently placing new pieces in the the display case, then waltzed to the back. Stiles wasn't sure when Derek started doing that, just waking in because he could, but he enjoyed it. It showed that he belonged and he was familiar.