#daddy!stiles

“Not including you, me and Uncle Scott…there’s five people on the list. Is this everyone that’s going?” Stiles slides it over and immediately he’s met with scowl.

“Mikey can’t go which stinks because he really wants to. I want him to go too.”

“Mikey’s the new kid that lives a street over right?” Drew nods his head.

“What did he say?”

“That his aunt said no.” Drew says delivering a familiar Stilinski pout.

“His aunt? He lives with her?”

“Yup.”

“How come she said no?”

“She’s really old.” Drew shrugs finishing off his glass of milk.

“I see. Sorry, buddy.” Stiles chuckles focusing on his list again.

“Can you talk to her?”

“No way.”

“Pleaseeeee.” Drew begs with big puppy dog eyes that resemble his father’s.

“Son of a bitch.” Stiles huffs under his breath, he glances at the clock hoping to use the time as an excuse but he can’t. It’s only 3pm. Fuck.

“You owe me, kid!” Stiles jumps up from his seat deciding to get this unpleasant task over as soon as possible.

Turning the radio up in Roscoe, Stiles backs out of his driveway and heads over to Mikey’s house. He’s always tried to be a hands on parent but this shit isn’t his cup of tea. He rather not get involved with this kind of stuff if it’s not necessary. According to the sad look on Drew’s face today, apparently it’s necessary.

Stiles knocks a few times on the blue painted door in front of him, he takes a deep breath hoping that Mikey’s aunt doesn’t have a hearing problem. Really old people give him the creeps so he wants to bolt out of here as soon as possible.

The front door swings open to reveal a delicious looking woman around his age and she’s now staring back at Stiles. Shit. Does he have the wrong house? Or maybe it’s the right house depending on how he looks at it.

“Oh hi…I’m looking for Mikey’s aunt. Is she home?”

“What did he do?” You automatically answer with a tired sigh.

“Huh? Nothing. I’m Drew’s dad. Mikey and Drew have been hanging out ever since he moved here.”

“I see.” You give the handsome man a quick once over and you notice he’s doing the same to you. You’re not sure where this is headed but you have a fresh pizza waiting for you inside and you’re starving.

“I can come back if she’s not here.” Stiles adds awkwardly, reminding him of being back in high school. What the hell? Nowadays, he’s usually in his element when he’s around a girl like you.

“You’re looking at her. I’m Y/N.” You reply watching his face twist in confusion.

“You’re…really?” Stiles asks skeptically.

“Yes. Why would I lie about that?” You see his mouth open and then close, he looks unsure on how to proceed from here. Wonderful. This is going nowhere fast.

“Drew told me that you were really old. So I was expecting someone totally different. Like a great aunt or something.” He finally answers sheepishly.

“I guess 30 is pretty old.” You cast your eyes down, fixating on your bare feet. Hm you really need to get a pedicure.

“I’m 34 so how do you think I feel?” Stiles gripes making your head snap up.

“Ancient.” You smirk pointing out some gray hairs on his head.

“You’re hilarious.” Stiles deadpans but you can tell he’s actually amused with your teasing.

“I know. So what’s up?” You wonder leaning against the door jam as you cross your arms.

“I’m taking Drew and a few other kids on a camping trip next weekend and I heard you told Mikey that he can’t go.”

“That’s correct.” You answer right away offering no reason why.

“Well I know the boys have become friends since you guys moved into the neighborhood. And they both really want to go on the trip…I can change the date if that’s the problem.”

“Has Drew ever been to your house?” You retort, surely catching Stiles off guard judging by his expression.

“Uh I don’t think so. He always comes over here now that I think about it.”

“Exactly. I don’t know you and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my nephew go off with a random stranger. Into the woods no less.” You explain firmly.

“Well first off…I’m awesome, Y/N. And second you could always come with…”

“Do I look like a camper to you?” You interrupt with wide eyes.

“Am I supposed to assume that you’re not? Just because you’re really attractive?”

“Attractive?” You dryly question making him raise his eyebrows. That’s not the type of response he’s used to getting.

“Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.” Stiles starts to feel slightly embarrassed under your gaze. It does’t help that you barely batted an eyelash at his remarks.

"Um.” You give Stiles a tight lipped smile, racking your brain on what to say next. You notice his whole demeanor has shifted and you strongly suspect that it’s your fault. You’ve never been one to accept compliments that well especially from men.

“Ya know what…no worries. Maybe Mikey can come another time.” He says politely, already walking backwards away from you.

“I’ve only been Mikey’s guardian for about six months now. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” You admit out of nowhere. Your words make Stiles freeze and you instantly wish you kept your mouth shut.

“I don’t either. Trust me. I’ve just had my kid longer.” He smiles warmly.

“ I can see where you’re coming from, Y/N. I guess I’m just used to everyone knowing each other around here.” Stiles studies your reaction wondering if he should offer an idea that comes to mind. And he decides why the hell not.

“Listen…I don’t blame you for being weary about this kinda thing. It’s better to be safe than sorry especially in today’s day and age. But I think you’d change your mind if you got to know me…” Stiles trails off.

“Well I…”

“How about you and Mikey come over for dinner? Tonight?” He cuts you off praying it doesn’t make things more uncomfortable.

“Hamburgers and hot dogs? And I’ll have my best friend Scott come too. He’s going on the camping trip as well to help me with the kids.” Stiles sees you hesitate but surprisingly you agree to his suggestion.

“I can…”

“How about 7pm? Sound good? Sweet! I’ll see you there.” Stiles rambles not letting you get a word in before adorably tripping over himself as he tries to walk away. He wants to leave before you get a chance to change your mind.

“I am so in over my head with this one.” Stiles whispers to himself, he sends you a quick wink then drives off in Roscoe to go buy hamburgers and hot dogs.

~

Changing her diaper? Honestly, he didn’t know why people always thought at it as if it were the worst nightmare that they could ever think of. He spent his teenage years, digging dirt, mud, blood and other gross-looking type of gunk out of every crack of his body – curtsey of being best friend with a werewolf, and later also being boyfriend of another werewolf – and really, if you knew how to do it properly, it wasn’t that hard at all. Also, it was once he finished changing Emily’s diaper that he found himself blowing the most raspberries on her tummy, and that was the time his beautiful daughter laughed most. So, yeah, he totally loved changing diapers.

Changing clothes? Stiles was good at that, too.

But of course, like every one, he had an Achilles’ heel. Because, you see, he was great when it came to take care of his daughter when she was awake, a whole another thing when she was asleep.

“That’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.” He sighed as walked over to his husband, and gently rubbed his daughter’s back.

Derek gave him a small, tired smile. “You say that every time.”

“And it’s always true,” Stiles told him. “You just hold her for a few seconds and she’s already sleeping, she never falls asleep in my arms.”

Derek brushed his nose over his daughter’s forehead, and looked back at Stiles with a teasing grin, “that’s because she knows you’re the fun parent, and she doesn’t want to waste time sleeping when she’s with you.”

“Nice try, big guy.” Still, he couldn’t help a small smile tugging his lips upwards, as he watched Emily happily snuggled against Derek’s chest.

“Hey,” Derek nudged him, gently with his elbow. “I’m sure it’s just a phase, it’s probably her werewolf instinct that makes her want to fall asleep on me.”

Stiles hummed, then frowned and narrowed his eyes at him.

“Besides,” Derek continued, unaware of the look on Stiles’ face. “I had to be good at something, you’re good at everything else.”

“I knew it!” Stiles hissed, making him feel only slightly panicky when he saw Emily stir, but she just made a bubble and a small grunt and went right back to sleep. “You’re a great dad, Derek Hale, don’t make me start yelling all the ways you’ve showed that to me, loads and loads of times.” He pointed a finger at him, “I will do it, even at risk of waking her up. You’re more than just some werewolf-smelling pillow to her. You’re her dad and she loves you because you’re a good dad.” He finished softly.

Derek was smiling, when he looked up. “I know, I was joking Stiles.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Derek rolled his eyes.  “You idiot. You’re good dad, too.” Derek told him, leaning down to leave a soft kiss onto his nose.

Stiles scrunched it, “that always tickles.” He smiled, “hopefully, she’ll think that too when she’ll be all grown up and actually be able to give us feedback about it.”

Derek snorted. “Hopefully.”

Neither of them was a perfect parent, or perfect people for that matter, but it was okay.

They had each other, and Emily would always have them, no matter what, and as long as that didn’t change, Stiles figured, it’d be okay.

I loaded all the gifts that still needed to be transported the best I could into large garbage bags, then went to double check Henry and I’s overnight bags. We were heading over to the Stilinski’s for Christmas, deciding that it would be easier to wake up all together on Christmas morning instead of one of us having to load up and travel on the holiday.

It was a very family-like thing to do, spend the night on Christmas Eve, but I supposed that’s what we had really become over the last year. A family.

“Me and Henry can put the kisses in, right?” Lily asked, practically bouncing with excitement as I moved the hot cookies onto the newspapers we had laid out on the kitchen table.

“Henry and I,” I corrected gently. “And yes, you two can put the kisses on top. Has your daddy finished unwrapping them yet?” I glanced over at Stiles and Henry with a playful smile just in time to catch him red-handed.

“Daddy!” Lily shrieked, seeing him pop the chocolate into his mouth as well. “Those are for Santa’s cookies!”

“I’m sure he won’t mind!” he told her, winking up at me as I laughed. With a tiny huff, Lily marched over and snatched the bowl of Hershey’s Kisses from its place in front of her father, setting it on the other end of the table and out of his reach. “Wow, drastic measures,” he pouted.

“Alright, let’s get these on here before the cookies cool,” I chuckled. Henry ran over and took his place next to Lily, the two of them working with laser-like focus to place each kiss right in the middle of every cookie while Stiles and I watched, dopey grins on both our faces.

After playing a few games with the kids, getting Santa’s cookies and milk set out, and getting them ready for bed, we were finally tucking them in.

“Momma, you’re gonna read the Christmas story, right?” Henry asked, a yawn leaving his little mouth.

“Are you kidding me? It wouldn’t be Christmas Eve without it!” I went to Stiles’ room to dig through my bag, returning with the book and settling in. “’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…”

The kids were passed out long before Merry Christmas and a good night was wished to all, Stiles and I creeping out of the room and heading back downstairs. Snuggled up on the couch with an old holiday movie playing in the background, we nibbled on Santa’s cookies, my feet resting his lap while he hands idly rubbed my calves.

“We should probably head to bed soon,” he said, stifling a yawn. “You know they’re gonna be up at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Yeah, probably,” I chuckled, finishing off the milk in Stiles’ glass and earning a playful glare. “I’ll get this cleaned up and you grab the rest of the presents?”

“Sure.” After pecking my lips sweetly, Stiles got up to go locate the hiding spot for ‘Santa’s gifts’ while I carried our glasses to the kitchen, leaving the empty cookie plate for the kids to find in the morning. Once everything was settled and ready for tomorrow, Stiles laced his fingers through mind and led me upstairs to his room.

“I’m really glad we’re celebrating all together,” I murmured into the quiet once we had settled in, my head resting on his chest.

“I am, too,” he replied, squeezing me a little closer. “With you and Henry here, it just feels…complete, you know?” Looking up at him, I smiled gently.

“Yeah, I really do.”

The bed was shaking from little feet excitedly jumping up and down, Lily and Henry practically screaming for Stiles and I to wake up because, “Santa came! Santa came!” Stretching lazily, I smiled and blinked my eyes open only to find Stiles burying his head under his pillow.

“Daddy, come ooooooon!” Lily whined, doing her best to shake his shoulder and only earning some sort of muffled grunt in reply. I winked at the kids before digging my fingers into Stiles’ sides, sending him into a fit of laughter. He did his best to fend me off, but it was no use as he thrashed and wiggled. Straddling his waist with the munchkins on either side of me, huge grins on all of our faces, we offered him an ultimatum.

“Either you get up and go open presents, or we keep tickling you,” I said, raising a brow. Stiles huffed playfully, finally agreeing and making Lily and Henry shriek with excitement and run out of the room, thundering down the steps toward the tree.

Stiles sat up with a groan, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my head. When I moved to get off of him, he grabbed my waist and held me in place, nuzzling my neck as I giggled.

“Come on, they’re dying,” I chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed. “But you’re definitely paying for that betrayal later.” His voice had taken on a deep, almost-growl, teeth nipping at my ear. I turned to give him the best seductive smile I could muster at this early of an hour.

“Promise?”

“Grampa, I wanna sit by you,” Lily said, laughing when Stiles’ father scooper her into his arms.

“Okay, kiddo. I’ll make sure you get a place next to me for dinner,” he assured her, tiny arms flinging around his neck.

“Henry, come help set the table, please!” I called, checking on the ham to make sure it was done. I could hear Stiles, Scott, and Henry playing with the new remote-control helicopters they’d all gotten for Christmas and smiled to myself.

Laughter and conversation, the smell of home cooked food, and a feeling of family flooded the house. Overwhelmed by it all, I began to tear up as Kira and I worked on putting the finishing touches on dinner. As I went to grab a few more hot pads, I passed by the Sheriff, sniffling on my way. His hand landed on my shoulder, looking me over with concern.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. I shook my head in response, laughing a bit as I wiped at my eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just…so great, you know? To be here with all of you and just really feel like a part of the family.”

“You and Henry are family,” he replied, a gentle smile lighting up his face. “My son really loves you. And your son. I’ve seen how you’ve changed him over the last year, Y/N. He’s so much happier. And I love you both, too. You’re the daughter and the grandson I never had.”

“Noah,” I practically sobbed, my head flying to my mouth. He pulled me into a hug, smoothing his hand up and down my back. “Thank you so much.”

“Who’s ready to eat?” Kira announced loudly, prompting me to pull away from our embrace and head for my seat next to Stiles. Everyone stood at their chairs, the table set and looking beautiful, food steaming, and smiles all around. We joined hands as the Sheriff prayed, Stiles squeezing mine after the collective ‘Amen.’

“You alright?” he whispered as we sat, probably noticing the faint red rings around my eyes. I nodded at him, leaning over to gently peck his lips.

“I’m perfect.”

“Dinner was amazing,” Stiles said, his hip bumping mine playfully as we washed the dishes and making me smile. With all the strain my cheeks had been under from that one simple action today, it was amazing they weren’t in pain.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit. I had quite a bit of help.” We fell into an easy silence, working our way through the stacks of plates and platters, listening to the sounds floating from the rest of the house until Stiles finally broke our little bubble.

“It was really great having you and Henry here. Waking up next to you, hearing the kids play, eating meals together.”

“It was pretty nice, huh?” I agreed, shooting him a loving look. Stiles began to adamantly dry the plate he was holding, eyes trained on it in laser-like focus as he shrugged his shoulders.

“It may be nice to be able to do that kind of stuff all the time,” he said, the nonchalance in his voice clearly strained as he bobbed his head around, his face scrunching together in that adorable Stiles way. “I don’t know- I mean…what if you guys just like…stayed?”

I nearly dropped the dish I was holding, eyes going wide as I froze. Stiles continued to dry the same plate despite the fact that it was clearly free of all water.

“What?” I asked dumbly, not quite processing what was happening. He stopped suddenly, putting everything he was holding onto the counter and turning to face me, pulling my body to his. Those chocolate eyes met mine unflinchingly, one hand coming up to rest against my cheek.

“Move in with us.”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, this is actually happening! Breathe, Y/N. Answer him!