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Wing Baby

Summary:

“Uh ... Der? Just to clarify ... when you said that this was the worst thing your parents had ever done to you, what you actually meant to say was that this is the best thing that ever happened to you, yes?”

aka, Momma and Papa Hale have an adorable oopsie-baby named Aurora, Derek turns out to be a total baby-whisperer, and Stiles really can't be blamed for catching feelings in the face of so much ridiculous cuteness.

Notes:

My Lovelies.

It's been ... a week.

A month.

A year.

So I just thought ... cute Sterek fic it is. Hopefully it can help bring some light to you as well in these wretched, dark times.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Seriously? Your mom is pregnant?”

“Can you yell a bit louder, please? I think the lunch lady in the cafeteria wants to hear all about it, too!”

Derek groaned, briefly lifting his head from the crook of his arms to give Stiles a rather impressive bitchface.

Stiles graciously ignored him, his mind still stuck on the rather shocking news he’d finally managed to coax out of his grumpy best friend after spending almost all day watching him mope around as if someone had stepped on his paw.  

“But for real though? Pregnant? Like ... with a baby?”

“No! With a platypus!” Derek snarked, and Stiles huffed, rolling his eyes and lightly punching Derek’s arm.

“Well, I hope it’ll be a c-section, then. Momma Hale is tougher than Wolverine, obviously, but pressing that beak out of one’s privates would probably hurt like a bitch!”

“UGH!” Derek exclaimed, glaring at him, and making a face.

“Say that again and I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!”

Stiles laughed, patting his shoulder apologetically, and giving him a lopsided grin.

“Eh, that threat lost its power when I broke my arm in first grade and you fainted, Der. I recon I’m quite safe.”

“I fainted because I tried to take your pain so you’d stop crying and accidentally knocked myself out in the process,” Derek mumbled, and Stiles grinned again, rubbing his shoulder a bit gentler now because his best friend was clearly a sad wolfy in need of Stilinski-pets.

“And such a noble deed it was. Though I must admit that I would have probably been better off with the pain instead of freaking out because it took forever until you woke up again and I mistakenly thought you wouldn’t ever, and it was my fault.”

He winced, briefly remembering the twin looks of concern on their mothers’ faces when Claudia Stilinski had stormed into the ER with Momma Hale hot on her heels and had been greeted with the sight of one disheveled little boy happily examining his super cool cast and another little boy still looking a little pale but also eyeing said cool cast with clear envy.

Stiles would never admit it, but he’d secretly enjoyed Derek’s envy a little, since it so rarely happened that he got to do something cool instead of his werewolf best friend.

Now, though, he definitely didn’t envy Derek one tiny bit.

Being constantly confronted with the proof that your parents had sex and getting a crying, pooping, and attention-stealing little furball out of it?

Total nightmare, obviously.

Granted, Stiles was reasonably sure that his own parents were also still regularly impressing their mutual fondness upon each other, but they at least had the courtesy not to leave any outward traces.

And okay, maybe Stiles got a warm feeling in his chest when he saw his mother snuggle up against his father on the couch during movie night and maybe he wondered if he, too, would ever know what it felt like to be touched with such gentle reverence as his father did when he reached out and pulled his mom’s unruly curly hair out of her face with an achingly soft smile.  

Not that Stiles was planning to exchange his practical buzzcut for a long mane in the near future, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.

Still.

His parents were obviously very much in love, but they mercifully kept their PDA to a level that would not drive a teenage son to embarrassed conniptions.

Derek’s parents, meanwhile, had no such reservations.

Not that they were constantly making out or groping each other or anything like that, but Stiles was pretty sure there was a clause in their marriage contract that prohibited them from going any longer than five minutes without physical contact.

It was ... endearing, honestly.

Not that Stiles would ever admit that to Derek.

Especially now that the Hale family was about to grow by yet another tangible reminder that Momma and Papa Hale were completely unable to keep their paws off each other.

“Is it really so bad, though? Hey, maybe you’ll finally get that brother you were hoping for when Cora was born,” he tried, and Derek groaned again, rolling his eyes at Stiles, and shaking his head.

“Yeah. When I was five! Not fifteen, ugh!”

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring moodily at Stiles’ tray and looking like a very grumpy wolf who really wanted a chocolate pudding cup.

It was a look Stiles was rather familiar with, and since he was an awesome best friend, he pushed over his pudding with an encouraging grin.

Derek sighed, though he managed a tiny sliver of a smile when he grabbed the pudding and shoved a big spoonful into his mouth with prejudice.

“Mark my words though,” he muttered through a mouthful of gooey chocolate, glaring at Stiles like he was personally to blame for Momma and Papa Hale’s marital activities.  

“This is the worst thing my parents have ever done to me!”  

 

 

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“Uh ... Der? Just to clarify ... when you said that this was the worst thing your parents had ever done to you, what you actually meant to say was that this is the best thing that ever happened to you, yes?”

“Sssssh! She’s sleeping!”

Derek took a break from staring at little Aurora in absolute enrapturement and glared at Stiles like a Momma bear jealously protective of her cub.

Or, perhaps, a Momma Kangaroo ready to punch someone in the gonads, which was arguably the more fitting comparison considering that Aurora – who was tiny, precious, perfect, and very decidedly not asleep – was once again tucked against Derek’s chest in her baby-sling.

If Stiles hadn’t also been entirely enamored with the now proudly two-months old porcelain-doll like infant that Momma Hale had brought into the world in a forest-birth like the badass werewolf she was, he miiiight have reminded Derek of his numerous dire predictions that life with a constantly crying newborn baby-werewolf was going to be the bane of his existence.

Not that Aurora ever got the chance to cry for too long, honestly, because Big Brother Derek was on the case and also – surprisingly – a freaking baby whisperer, always ready to snuggle her, change her diaper, carry her around, sing her to sleep, or just hold her for hours because “That’s what you do with tiny pack members who need to get used to the big world, duh!”

Honestly, if there had been a way for him to breastfeed, too, Stiles was pretty sure he would have figured it out by now.

Big Brother Derek had, indeed, been utterly and completely wrapped around Aurora’s tiny finger from the moment that Papa Hale had first cut the cord, because werewolf births were a pack-event, apparently, and the entire Hale family had been in attendance when Aurora had first opened her eyes and greeted the moon with a mighty howl.

Well.

Stiles assumed that Derek’s re-telling of the momentous occasion was possibly a tiny little bit embellished, but he didn’t have the heart to point it out.

Partly, because Stiles, too, thought that Aurora was the most amazing baby to ever baby, but mostly because his heart was presently occupied with doing weird things in response to the sight that was big, scruffy Derek kissing a tiny head full of dark black hair and responding to every whimper or coo with soft declarations of love and adoration.

It was a problem, maybe, but he was dealing with it.

He was.  

“Actually, I’m pretty sure she’s awake, Der,” Stiles said lightly, wrapping an arm around his best friend’s shoulder and peering down at little Aurora, who was blinking back up at him curiously.

Apparently, she liked the blurry vision that she saw, because her rosy lips stretched into a big grin accompanied by a happy gurgle.

Considering that she’d just started smiling two weeks ago, Stiles decided she was giving him quite the compliment.

“Awww! Hey Princess! Do you want to come hang out with Uncle Stiles for a bit? You do, don’t you?” he cajoled, stroking a careful finger down her plump cheek, and figuring that her happy coo probably meant yes.

Because he was the most overprotective marshmallow ever, Derek hesitated.

“Uh...are you sure?” he asked carefully, and Stiles could not with the ridiculousness that was Derek protectively cupping Aurora’s little head like Stiles had just mapped out his immediate plans to use her as a football or something.  

“Dude! You get to snuggle her like ... all the time! Sharing is caring, remember?”

“Yeah, but you ... I mean ... you tripped over an invisible branch yesterday!” Derek said anxiously, and Stiles huffed, giving him an unimpressed look.

“For the last time, there was an actual branch, Der! It’s not my fault you didn’t pay attention because you were too busy looking up, I Love My Big Brother onesies on Amazon!”

“Amazon is evil, Der. We’ve talked about this,” Laura chimed in, ruffling Stiles’ hair affectionately as she joined them and leaned over to kiss Aurora’s head.

“And don’t take it personally, Stilinski. He gets skittish when I hold her, too. Claims he remembers me dropping him on his head when he was a baby, or something,” she laughed, smacking a kiss on Derek’s cheek as well and laughing louder when he scrunched up his face.

“Actually, you did drop him on his head when he was six months old,” Derek’s mother called from the kitchen, peeking her head into the living room a moment later and giving her offspring an amused look.

“It was my fault, admittedly. You two had been suspiciously quiet for a while and when I walked into the nursery, I found you trying to put him into your doll carriage. I yelled your name and you got so scared that you let go of him. Luckily, he landed on a mountain of pillows,” she continued, flashing Derek a fond smile, and shaking her head.

“Give her to Stiles for a bit, honey. She needs to scent other people to learn the difference between humans and werewolves,” she encouraged him, winking at Stiles in a way that made him bite his lip so he wouldn’t grin.

Derek was clearly calling his mom’s bluff, too, but he sighed, turning towards the couch, and giving Stiles a pointed look.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Again. The branch was totally there!” he insisted, though he figured he could soothe Derek’s overprotective feathers and obediently sat down.

Derek carefully placed Aurora into his arms and then immediately sat down next to him, leaving literally no inch between them.

It was, in a word, ridiculous.

Stiles could not emphasize that enough.

“Dude! Not that I’d mind if you volunteered to take all the midnight feedings and diaper changes, but when we have kids, you’ll have to let me hold them at least once a day, alright? It would be a crime against humanity if you didn’t, honestly! Stilinski snuggles are the shit! Aren’t they, Aurora?” he cooed, gently tickling her chubby little tummy and grinning from ear to ear when he was rewarded with a gurgle that he had to admit was a rather solid attempt at giggling.

Beside him, Derek let out a gurgling sound, too.

When Stiles turned to him with a confused look, the werewolf was beet red and giving him a look that Stiles had never seen on him before.

“Dude? What?”

“When ... when we have kids?” Derek croaked, his eyes wide and his expression resembling that of a guy who was torn between laughter, utter bewilderment, and the sudden burning desire to move to Antarctica.

Stiles blinked.

“Wha-what? Did I say when we have kids? I meant when you have kids, obviously! Which you probably should, because hello, those cheekbones need to bless future generations, obviously, and also, you’re really good at this? Like ... the baby-thing. Not that I’m calling you a baby or anything but like ... the caretaking and ... stuff. Parenting! That’s the word! Because you’d be awesome at it! Without me, duh, I obviously don’t want to parent anyone with you, but like ... I ...”

“You’re lying!” Derek breathed, his eyes widening even further, and his mouth gaping open in total shock.

Stiles blinked again.

“Uh ... no?”

“You are!” Derek exclaimed, clapping a hand over his mouth, and staring at Stiles like he’d never seen him before.

“You ... you mean that ... you ...”

“Uhm ...” Stiles replied, and for a moment they just stared at each other helplessly, because communication was clearly overrated and blinking like two flabbergasted flounders was definitely more helpful in this clusterfuck of Stiles’ own making.

Well.

Not that Derek deserved being compared to a fish as unattractive as a flounder, obviously.

If anything, he was more like a mandarin fish or maybe a majestic betta fish.

“You ...” Derek tried again, mercifully interrupting Stiles’ increasingly panicked internal monologue on current fish beauty standards, and giving him a nervous look.

“You ... truly want that? With ... with me?”

“Uh ... maybe?” Stiles squeaked, which was a complete lie because he did, in fact, want that.

Fuck.

He really, really wanted that.

Huh.

News at eleven.

“I mean, not now!” he added hastily, glancing down at Aurora, and flinching when he found the baby werewolf staring up at him with an unimpressed look that she’d definitely gotten from Derek.

Stiles could empathize, honestly.

He was currently very unimpressed with his whole life.

“Obviously not now! You’ve got your hands full with Aurora and also, we’ve got our SATs coming up and I’m pretty sure my parents would kill me if I knocked you up in high school, and ... wait! Can I knock you up? Is that a werewolf thing? It probably is, isn’t it?”

“What? No!” Derek yelped, almost falling off the couch as though he’d forgotten he was, indeed, a werewolf.

Stiles was not convinced in the slightest.

“Are you sure? Because that totally seems like a werewolf thing!”

“Well, it’s not! So don’t even ... no!” Derek exclaimed, and Stiles shrugged, heaving out a sigh and giving Derek a sheepish grin.

“That’s okay. We can adopt.”

For a long, painfully awkward moment, Derek just stared at him.

Betta fish.

Definitely a betta fish.

“Or we could just kiss, or something. I mean, we should probably do that first, anyway, because the kids will want to hear the story of our first kiss somewhere down the line and I could try making something up on the spot, obviously, but you know I tend to ramble when I’m nervous and-“

Derek kissed him.

It was awkward.

Weird.

Unexpected.

But also, soft.

Tender.

Full of love and something so pure and earnest that it made Stiles’ chest ache.

It was ... perfect.

It was also, apparently, another momentous Hale pack event.

“Ugh. Finally!”

Derek pulled away from him in a daze and Stiles blinked towards the door a little stupidly, his cheeks burning bright red when he found not only a grinning Laura and beaming Talia, but also Derek’s little sister Cora, his father, and even his Uncle Peter acting as their excited audience.

Derek groaned, hiding his face behind his hands, but Stiles could still see him smiling and it was making his everything hurt in all the good ways imaginable.

“Well, well, well,” Derek’s uncle said, graciously taking Aurora so Stiles could hold Derek’s hand properly.

Because, apparently, that was a thing they did now.

Even if Stiles was still partially convinced that he was dreaming.

“Guess who’s taking you out on the town tonight, little Princess! Who knew you had that kind of wing-baby game?” Peter cooed at Aurora, tickling her little tummy, and looking competently unrepentant when Talia cleared her throat with a raised eyebrow.

Beside Stiles, Derek huffed once in disapproval, but when he turned back to him, the werewolf was giving him a soft, slightly worried smile.

“Was that ... was that okay, Stiles? I kind of didn’t ask, but I thought ... are you okay?” he asked, and Stiles was pretty sure he’d never felt more enamored in his entire life.

“I am,” he confirmed, his heart practically thumping against his ribcage as he squeezed Derek’s hand.

“You could ... do you want to do it again?”

To Stiles’ great joy, Derek did.

Just like he did after graduation, when they signed the lease for their first apartment, after Stiles had gotten down on one knee, in front of all their family and friends after saying yes – and as they stood in the nursery on the very first night after they’d brought home their own little twins.  

Notes:

I appreciate you, my lovelies.

Comments and kudos are, as always, greatly appreciated.