Derek makes a derisive noise and nips Stiles' ear. "Maybe. We'll see how these pups turn out, first."

He loves his pack dearly, but they have a ways to go. And so does he, really. Honestly, he thinks if the pack would accept Stiles as his mate and would let Stiles educate them in the ways of wolfdom, they might actually turn out more stable. Stiles will be a good influence, once the rest of the pack gets over their initial insecurities.

With a sigh, he pulls Stiles into his lap and kisses him softly. "I think you'd help me be a great father."