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“Hey babe,” Stiles said, phone cradled against his shoulder, “Dad and I are looking at the calendar and we just realized your birthday is on the 25th, it overlaps.”  Derek bit back a sigh, everyone forgot his birthday because it fell on Christmas Day.  “Is there anything you want for dinner that night?  Holiday aside.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Derek shrugged, “Whatever you feel like cooking.”

“Derek, it’s your birthday,” Stiles insisted, “What do you want to eat?”  Derek shrugged again, he knew Christmas was a big deal and everyone liked to eat something fancy instead of simple comfort foods.  Stiles finally relented and continued the conversation with his father in the other room.  Derek continued to brood, overhearing his boyfriend’s conversation in the other room.  “I know dad, the odds.  He won’t give me an answer.  You want to do mom’s thing?  I can make it happen.  Dad, we got together last New Years, this is the first time we’re celebrating his birthday.  Ok, yeah.”  Stiles walked back in the room.  “You ok spending the 24th at dad’s?”  Derek nodded.  “Awesome.  We’ll be there.”

Derek sighed as they packed their overnight bags, trying to ignore the covered lump of boxes in the back of the car.  Stiles was talking a mile a minute on the way over about what his mother always used to make this time of year and what he was looking forward to baking because his father really couldn’t bake.  Derek nodded and “hmmd” at the appropriate times, hands mechanically making the turns to the old house.

“Hey kids,” the Sheriff greeted, smiling brightly at the doorway.  “Come on in.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles greeted, not subtlety waving the man over to the trunk.  “Derek take that casserole in.”  Derek ignored the whispers behind his back, they were hiding the gifts in the back of Stiles’ old closet.  They had dinner, chatted, and Derek pretended to be asleep as Stiles snuck out of bed for an hour before sliding back in as if nothing happened.

Something did though, Derek woke up to the smell of cinnamon and coffee wafting up from the kitchen.  Stiles was already out of bed so he pulled on a tee shirt and plodded downstairs.  There were no Christmas decorations anywhere, just a simple “Happy Birthday” banner that made it’s appearance back at Stiles’ birthday and two smiling Stilinki’s at the counter.

“He lives!”  John smiled.

“There’s my birthday boy,” Stiles smiled, giving Derek a quick peck on the lips and a cup of steaming coffee.  “I made your favorite cinnamon waffles, Dad’s favorite coffee blend, and you get bacon.  Come on.”  Derek thinks back over his birthdays and think this one might be his favorite.  There was no Christmas movie marathon, no garish decorations or loud carol singing; just quiet family stuff like football games, reading, and napping off lunch.

“You know you didn’t have to do all of this for me,” Derek smiled as they started setting the table for dinner.

“It wasn’t much,” Stiles shrugged.

“I mean, ignoring Christmas and everything,” Derek continued.  Stiles stared at him, very confused.

John put a beautiful silver menorah on the table.  “Son, we’re Jewish.”

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