#future!isaac

Isaac took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, his hands shaking almost imperceptibly as they rose to fix the tied of his suit. He was so tense that he jumped when someone knocked on the door, but before he could tell them to come in, it opened and Scott slipped inside, a wide grin on his face. 

"Dude, it's time, are you ready?" Scott asked with an enthusiasm that Isaac might have found endearing in any other moment. But as tense as he was, he could only manage a glare in his direction. "What?"

"Scott, I--" he took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"Not cold feet, tell me it's not cold feet, Isaac," Scott cut him off, his expression one of complete and utter panic. 

"No, I just--"

"I get it, it's a big thing, it's a huge thing, something that will stay with you for the rest of your life--"

"You're not helping, Scott," Isaac interrupted him, exasperated.

"Right, sorry, sorry."

Isaac took a deep breath, then held his arm up, showing Scott what the problem was. "I just ripped my jacket, idiot, I'm not about to bail on Meg," he finally said.

Scott laughed, clearly relieved, but he stopped when Isaac glared again. "Right. Jacket. Ripped. Serious business," he said, clearing his throat. "Here, let's swap it, I'll give you mine." 

"Your jacket is white, my suit is black. I'm going to my wedding, not a chess match, Scott," Isaac replied, almost unbelieving. 

"Right! Hold on!" Scott held up his hand, then thought for a few seconds, then looked up, as if he'd had the most brilliant idea of his entire life. "Moooooom!"

Right then, when Melissa appeared on the doorstep, Isaac wanted to hug her. She already had needle and thread in her hands, clearly aware of the conversation - alright, loud conversation - that had been going on in Scott's room. 

"Give me here," Melissa said, sitting on Scott's bed. Isaac did the same, and handed her the jacket, then leaned over to place a grateful kiss on her cheek. 

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Isaac tried as hard as he could to stand still and look relaxed, but his smile was faltering as the minutes passed. He'd gotten to the church later than expected, thanks to his wardrobe malfunction, and yet, Megan appeared to be even later. Which was making Isaac's mind do very odd stuff, like panic and frantically come up with scenarios as to why she wasn't there yet.

When she finally appeared at the door of the church, her father standing by her side, Isaac let out a sigh of relief that was immediately followed by Scott's snicker. Apparently, his Best Man and Alpha found his second nearly fatal heart attack funny.

As Megan approached, however, he forgot everything about Scott, his jacket and whatever else had been going on in his head. She was radiant, breathtaking, and she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. 

He took her hand when her father handed it to him, and suddenly, he felt like a huge, heavy weight had been lifted from his chest. "You're beautiful," he told her. "And I was starting to panic," he admitted in a whisper, his smile wide. 

"I may or may not have ripped my dress as I was putting it on," Megan admitted with a sheepish grin.

Isaac tried, he tried really really hard not to laugh, but he couldn't; he only managed to stop when the priest cleared his throat, and Megan addressed Isaac a curious, confused look. 

"What's so funny about that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. 

"Nothing. I just-- I guess I just figured out what a soulmate really is," he admitted, squeezing her hand in his. "I love you." 

"I love you too, idiot," she responded, shaking her head, before they both turned to face the priest. 

"We are gathered today..."

Isaac was awakened by the smell of breakfast travelling up to the bedroom, and when he opened his eyes, he realized Elena wasn’t in bed anymore. He frowned, wondering whether he’d overslept, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized it wasn’t really all that late. He stretched his back and took a trip to the bathroom before making his way downstairs. When he walked into the living room, however, he stopped suddenly. “What—” he started asking, a wide smile slowly spreading on his lips as he saw the paper decorations and his son standing right below them. “Camden, you did this?” he asked, feeling his heart swelling in his chest. 

Isaac parked the car outside the house, but didn’t immediately get out. He took a deep breath, looking up at the building with the hint of a frown. It was impossible for him not to compare it to the house he, Elena and Camden had left behind; this was so different, so… it wasn’t their home. 

Isaac took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror as he straightened the shirt and finished getting ready. Then, he looked around at the room, the boxes still half full of his and Charlee's things. It was the first day in the new house, their new house, and Isaac felt like an entirely new chapter of his life was starting. The Academy had started the previous week and he knew he'd chosen the right path.

Scott's pack was established in Beacon Hills, the rumors of a True Alpha residing there keeping most of the wolves away, so they could live in relative peace. Lydia and Stiles had gone off to college, and they still visited, while Allison had stayed in town. Scott and Kira were still together, and were living at Scott's house ever since Melissa and the Sheriff had decided to move in together in the Stilinski home. A lot had changed in three years.

And more was about to, once Isaac came back from the Academy that day. He'd told Charlee he had a surprise for her, to celebrate their moving in together, and he was already feeling nervous about it. But he knew he had to conceal it, or it would ruin the surprise he was preparing.