[when you finally finish a fic after three months]
“Yo, grandma! Why does your yard look so nice?”
it’s been watered.” She answers, opening her arms and silently
asking for the hug Stiles will never deny her. She always smells like
cookies and coffee.
was supposed to be my
job!” Ever since she dislocated her shoulder and Stiles’ dad gave
her a lecture about being more careful, Stiles was entrusted on taking care of her garden for her. He isn’t particularly good at it, though. The last time he visited, two months ago she threatened to fire him, even though he’s, you know, her grandson.
I just got someone to help you.” She smiles and pats his cheek.
“Since you’ve been so
busy being away.”
need to work on your sarcasm, Mrs. Stilinski.”
Stiles mutters, narrowing his eyes. His grandma smirks.
you think taught your father?” She turns to the fridge and begins
pulling ingredients for a cake. “Chocolate cake, honey?”
only mutters a ‘yes, please’ and turns to look out the window. If she
was, in fact, capable of firing her own grandson (even though he’s supposed to be working for free),
Stiles should meet the person who replaced him and managed to make
the roses look pretty again.
should be by the fence.” His grandmother says, joining him by the
window. “He’s tending to the tulips today. I
hope he’s shirtless again.” She adds.
Stiles squeaks, turning to stare at her. “Grandma, tell me you
didn’t hire him just because he’s hot?”
It has happened before, many
times. The last guy she hired to fix the sink almost gave Stiles’ dad
a heart attack.
because.” She smirks again.
my God.” Stiles face palms. His grandmother is a menace.
Before she can retort, the back door swings open and Derek steps into
his grandmother’s kitchen. “Cecilia, could you get me a glass of
His grandmother’s smile gets bigger.
my God.” Stiles repeats.