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Chapter 25: Of visits and talking and "I named the baby"Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Family - Stiles & Derek H. - Chapters: 25 - Words: 57,007 - Reviews: 340 - Favs: 206 - Follows: 201 - Updated: 06-19-12 - Published: 09-10-11 - id: 7372288
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This is the result of writers block, working with kids and wanting something random and something that is far from the angst that I usually write. It's kind of over the place but I needed to get it down and out of my brain as I try to recover from my writers block from my other stories. I got a couple of ideas for some more Derek Laws. And possibly a sequel of some sort to I don't feel it Anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own the characters. I do however own Emerson.
Summary: A typical morning in the Stilinski-Hale household.
Warning: A very slight slight, if you squint mention of male preg.
Derek rolled over from his position on the bed, left arm dangling off the edge, head under his other arm he fell back into slumber. It was closing in to 6:30 in the morning and prayed his son would be gracious today. He felt a weight on his back, arms circling around his waist. Derek grinned when he felt a pair of lips pressed against the back of his neck. "You realize he's going to be up in an hour?"
"It's almost like clockwork with him," Derek grumbled. "I tell you Stiles, he's more like you."
Stiles chuckled. "Mmmm, he's got some of you in there too."
"Yeah, but more so like you."
Stiles placed another kiss on the back of his mate's neck. "Hey, I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too"
The sun was beginning to rise and almost everyone was asleep in the Stilinksi-Hale household. A little boy, three years old slowly pottered down the hallway. His brown eyes scanned the area as if he was being watched. He slowly approached the bedroom door that was at the end of the hall. His hands reached up turning the knob, he slowly pushed the door and made his way into the room. His eyes fell to the bed where his parents- Derek and Stiles- were asleep.
He walked to the left side of the bed his hands reaching out to the pat the arm that was dangling off of the edge. The figure didn't stir, the little boy tapped the arm again. Nothing. Little hands reached up, pulling gently at the mess of black hair. "Dad," he called out.
The figure opened his eyes, green eyes staring into little brown ones. Derek groaned, he glanced at the clock and noticed that it was close to 7:30 in the morning. Yep like clockwork. He shut his eyes again, hands reaching to pat the boy gently on the head, "Emerson, daddy is tired," he mumbled.
"Wake up time," Emerson said with a grin on his face, shaking Derek again.
"Mmm, Stiles," Derek moaned, "Your son's calling for you."
Stiles shifted, voice still laced with sleep he said, "That's funny because I heard him asking for you."
"Daddy, wake up time," Emerson said again.
"Go wake up papa," Derek mumbled waving his arm towards the other man in the bed.
Stiles sat up, he glanced down at his son was still trying to wake up a sleeping Derek. He sighed as the boy grinned up at him. Brown eyes full of mischief, his brown hair all over the place. Stiles motioned Emerson to come to his side of the bed and the little boy complied. Once he was there, Stiles reached over lifting him up. He then laid back down placing Emerson between the two. "You should be sleeping still little man," Stiles whispered.
"No tired," Emerson stated, "Papa time to wake up."
"Papa is still tired," Stiles said his eyes drifting shut.
"Daddy is too," Derek stated turning over facing his son.
Emerson huffed. "I not tired."
"Like I said before, he's more like you," Derek chuckled as he focused his eyes on his son.
"Oh yeah, but he's got a temper like you."
"Hey! Up now!" Emerson demanded.
Derek sat up his eyes focused on the little boy on the bed. Emerson's eyes flashed green then back to brown. Derek reached his hand up running it threw the little boy's hair who grinned down at him. Apparently the boy had some werewolf blood in him. Emerson's hand reached up to, grasping Derek's wrist, "Daddy, up time" he said.
"Alright little man, up time." Derek said taking the little boy in his arms.
"Oh! Toast! Want toast!" Emerson said.
Derek laughed. "Yeah, we can make toast."
"Can we put sugar on it?" Emerson asked.
"But Papa lets me!"
Derek glanced over at Stiles. The other man was hiding his head under the covers. "Stiles really?"
"Hey, he gave me the puppy dog eyes," Stiles mumbled.
"Why are you letting our son intake sugar hmmm."
"Like I said before he gave the puppy dog eyes and he said please papa and I just well, Derek I carried him for nine months, I think I can do whatever I want and if our son wants sugar on his toast then well then I'm giving him sugar on his toast."
Derek laughed. "Okay okay calm down, I'll see you down in five minutes, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'll be down in five."
Derek walked out of the bedroom holding his son in his arms. As they walked out Emerson asked. "Daddy, I has Trix cereal too."
Derek laughed giving the little boy a kiss on his forehead he nodded and hollered back to Stiles. "And again Stiles, as I said before he's more like you."