Derek frowned over at his husband, who now barely knew him. "We live in a house," he said softly, the greys in his beard showing how much time has passed.

"And it's really pretty. And big," Scott said, trying to help. But then he thought. He liked back to Derek, wide eyed. "Wait he doesn't know about..."

"Scott," the older wolf warned. "He's had enough surprises for one day."