-- it takes a minute for Derek's brain to catch up to the abrupt change of subjects. You can hear the gears grinding in his head while his brain works to shift to the thought of cubs.

"Cubs, sure. Or pups. Or just -- kids. Yeah." He clears his throat a little and nods, resting his chin against Stiles' shoulder. "I do, yeah. Especially now that I'm the Alpha. It's sort of um, my duty. To carry on the line."

He hopes Stiles doesn't ask questions about that but who is he kidding? It's Stiles, of course there will be questions.