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As the Pack walks into the loft the first thing they notice is Peter Hale arguing with a cat.
Stiles: "What ya doin Pete?"
Peter growls.
Derek: "Losing" he smirks, walking past them into the loft without missing a step.
Peter rounds on him "I am not losing."
Derek roles his eyes :Please, I have never seen you win an argument against her."
Peter: "Yes I have...once. I picked the colors of our wedding!" he yells as Derek climbs the stairs in his loft.
Scott: "What?"
Isaac: "You married a cat?"
Erica: "IS THAT AN OPTION!?"
Boyd: "I'm not awake enough for this." states following Derek upstairs.
*The next morning*
The Pack are scattered around the bottom floor of the loft eating breakfast when a young woman with feline ears and a tail walks into half asleep and curls on Peter's lap before falling back asleep.
Neither Peter or Derek react.
Erica: "Oh my god you did marry a cat!"
