#isaaclahey

ISAAC - Peter Thornberry's POV:

Being the pack mom means that even showers are never peaceful and private, especially in the chaos that is the Hale House. As predicted there's a banging on the door as someone wants to come in, probably need the toilet as Erica and Lydia always take way to long in the upstairs bathrooms.

"Mamaaaaa," It's Isaac, and he's already unlocking the door with one of his damn claws but I honestly can't be angry with my first beta when he looks so innocent and lost as he pokes his head in, "I think I need a shower Mama."

Taking one look at the lanky boy as she steps in properly, shutting the bathroom door behind him, I sign softly and agree. All 6'1" of him is covered in mud and I'm guessing the red spots are blood from a brutal practice session, probably with either Chris Argent or Derek himself.

"Get as much of that mud off of you before you even thing about stepping in here with me," I warn, quickly rinsing the shampoo from my hair as Isaac complies. The boy towers me as he joins me, kissing my cheek as I let him under the water to wash all the mud and blood he couldn't peel off with his clothes. I go to get out but end up just watching as Isaac grabs the shampoo, turning to me and pulling the puppy dog eyes he's worked will get him whatever he wants, "You're going to have to get lower than that Isaac, I can't reach your hair properly when you're so high up."

Without thinking about he kneels, facing away from me and tilts his head back with his eyes shut. In any other situation this would be so wrong but honestly, we all live in such close quarters I barely pause before I rubbing the shampoo through Isaac's muddy locks. The pup keeps wriggling and whining probably because the others are all playing video games and he wants to go back to join them but at this rate it'll be a lot longer because I'm struggling to stop the shampoo running down into his eyes, "Stand still Isaac." I finally have to tell him and he surprises me by stopping so I quickly rinse out his mess of curls before letting him finish washing himself while I step out and begin to dry myself.

The only clothes available are my clean ones of Isaac's training filth ones so with I sigh I let Isaac dry himself with my towel then hand him my clothes before wrapping the towel around my waist. Isaac happily bounds towards the living room, squeezing himself on the sofa between Scott and Allison who both let out sounds of protest and they begin to rearrange themselves. I chuckle softly at the people who have become my family as I make my way towards my room, one of the only ones on the ground floor.

"Shit!" A screech of surprise leaves me when I collide with something solid, someone solid. Swallowing hard, my worst fear happens as I look up to be met with Derek's sunflower eyes, blushing redder than the roses in the garden as his firm hands feel like they're burning holes into my hips where they fell to steady me, "S-sorry Derek."

Before he can reply I've pulled myself from his grasp and am rushing to my room, holding tightly to the towel around me waist, only relaxing when my door shuts with a soothing click.

"FUCK!"