Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He heard the waiter approaching, but didn't look away until he was there with his offer of the wine menu. His mom had raised him with better manners than to ignore waitstaff.
"Thank you, yes." The wine wouldn't affect him, but he could give Stiles small sips throughout their meal if he wanted them. And Armand had a rosé that tasted delicious to him - and it was still on the menu. "A glass of the house rosé. please. Thank you."
Bringing both hands up to the table, he reached out slowly for Stiles' hand. He'd meant it when he said he didn't want Stiles to be a secret, and he wasn't going to pretend he was here.
"Armand makes these meat stuffed shells for me," and had since he was a child, "that are delicious. They're not usually served with any meat, but I whined once to my mom and she talked him into them and now it's - now it's a thing," he said with a little smile, the tips of his ears turning pink.
"They are," he confirmed, as he dropped a quick kiss to Stiles' cheek. "Expect that someone is going to pinch our cheeks at some point. And someone will get nosy and ask when you'll have your mark. We'll get called cute." All of this he expected, and yet it still sent a wild flurry of warm pleasure through him that it'd be happening to them.
"I hope so too. And we'll come here with our kids--" he started to say, only to be cut off as the waiter returned with their drinks and took their orders with a smile and compliments to both their choices.
Once he was out of earshot, Derek dropped his voice, "Doing okay, baby?"