"Daddy!"

Stiles was quick to drop his bags before scooping his daughter up for a hug. He held Lori close as he stood up and started spinning around with the small giggling red head in his arms.

Oh how he'd missed his little girl.

It was morning in Virginia, around the time when Lori Stilinski was usually headed to her school with her mother. Stiles had gotten back just in time to see his family after the tough case he'd just had.

Aurora smiled fondly as she watched her husband and daughter, conversing amongst themselves, the young girl making big hand gestures and explaining something passionately as her father nodded his head and made comments like 'Is that so?' and 'Wow!' his whiskey colored eyes not leaving his daughter.

"Lori." Aurora said, making her family turn to her. "School."

"But daddy's home." The girl pouted.

Stiles turned to his daughter. "Mommy's right."

"Really?"

"Mommy's always right."

Lori sighed, as Stiles put her back down after she kissed his cheek. She ran to the car with a last wave and disappeared in. Aurora approached her husband, her arms crossed over her chest, her hair pulled up into a professional bun and not a speck of dust on her blouse and pencil skirt.

The man smiled, leaning down to place a sweet peck on her lips. "Hello." He whispered against her mouth.

"Welcome back." She whispered back before pecking his lips again. "How was it?"

"Let's talk tonight." He said.

Aurora got the message. She nodded, placing another kiss on his lips before moving towards the car to take their daughter to school and head to work as Stiles moved into their house to get some well needed rest.

"Champagne. That's fancy." Stiles mused.

He'd made dinner for his family that night since Hotch had given the team a day off. During that time he'd had so much time to think about his life.

He thought from where he started from, a slight awkward and spastic nerd, and where he arrived, an FBI agent part of the most prestigious units of the organization with an amazing and loving family.

He'd let his thoughts wander to Scott, the boy that used to be his best friend.

You didn't have to be a profiler to see that Scott had changed as well, though in the opposite direction of Stiles. Anyone could feel the anger and frustration wafting of the Alpha for miles away.

It hurt Stiles that Scott had let the gift of being a true alpha, of letting the power consume him but there was nothing he could do about it.

He'd called Lydia as well, the two had planned a meeting for her to meet Aurora and Lori. He was glad to have her back. His crush turned sister.

His family came back and they spent some time together, making the most they could of the time they had together before Stiles' phone would ring and take him away to hunt down another monster.

When Stiles had returned to the living room after putting Lori to bed with dreams of Peter Pan and Wendy, he found Aurora holding out a champagne flute to him. She had one to but it had much less in it.

"I'm just happy you're back." She shrugged with a grin.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "You do remember what I do for a living right?"

Aurora pouted, before sighing. "Okay. You got me. I have some good news." Stiles raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "I'm... I'm pregnant."

The FBI agent froze for a second. He put his glass down. "Wait, is this for real?"

Aurora nodded, a laugh leaving her mouth as Stiles held her close and started kissing all over her face. When he finally pulled away, he stared into her brown eyes. "I love you."

"With the week you've had," She thread her hand through her husband's dark locks. "I figured you could use some good news."

Stiles kissed her, laying her down on the sofa as the woman squealed into his mouth.

He had had a bad week. One filled with death and ghosts from the past. He'd been in Beacon Hills, a place full of memories he would rather have stayed under the surface. But it also gave him something he didn't realize he needed.

Closure.

Closure to move forward in the future and lead a happy life with his wife, daughter and the little baby that was on the way.