Jan. 12th, 2012
Title: Talking Doesn’t Help
Word count: 683
Summary: “If you kiss me I swear to God I’m going to kick you in the nuts.” “I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I heard you the first time.” Stiles said curtly. “Then say something.”
Talking Doesn’t Help
“…Then I punched him in the face.” Stiles never looked up from feeding Tyler to see how Scott was reacting. His…bestfriend (?) came barging through his bedroom window demanding he tell in why Derek had a black eye. “It’s been two days. It should’ve healed by now anyway.” As Tyler finished the last ounce Stiles fished out a burp cloth to put over his shoulder. Once Tyler was situated over his shoulder he finally looked towards Scott.
“So he kissed you, after you’ve apparently been pining for him for over a year, and you punched him?” Scott asked confused.
Stiles sighed in agitation. “Out of this entire conversation that is all you got out of it?” Tyler burned and he wiped the small dribble of milk from his mouth and laid him in his crib with his boo boo keys. “Scott. You’re my best friend, but as of right now I’m starting to really question why.” Scott opened his mouth to defend himself but was cut off. “You ditched me and ignored me to make out with your girlfriend. You made out with the girl I was in love with. You ignored me when I need you most and suddenly become ‘best’ friends with the guy who used to make my life hell. And the only reason you finally talk to me is because I bruised your stupid Alpha!” Okay so maybe stiles had some pent up anger.
“You what Scott?” Tyler let out a frustrated sound Stiles turned away from his friend to find Tyler’s binky. Tyler sucked the rubber quickly into his mouth and stared with wide brown eyes up at his father. Stiles saw Scott walk up beside the crib and hesitantly reach out to touch the infant.
“What’s his name?”
Stiles felt his anger boil over. “Get out.”
“Get! Out!” At Stiles’ shout Tyler flinched and started to cry. Scott watched his friend pick up the wailing infant before leaving the way he came in. "By the way his name is Tyler!"
It was 5 in the morning Stiles would be woken up in an hour by Tyler. He’d feed him and change him before putting him back in the crib showering and getting dressed. He’d take Tyler downstairs where he’d fix himself breakfast and once he was finished he’d fix something for his dad and put it in the microwave. He’d take Tyler back upstairs and play with him for a while before holding him while he checked over his homework. His dad would come home and Stiles would give him Tyler to feed while he ate his own breakfast. He would pack his school bag as well as a diaper bag and this would be when Derek would stop watching the house and head back home.
It would be 20 to 30 minutes until Stiles brings Tyler over so he can go to School, during which time he would shower and dress. Most mornings no words were shared, today Derek was the one to speak as Stiles handed over their precious bundle. “I’m sorry.” Stiles only nodded before giving Tyler a quick kiss and turning to leave. He was stopped by his wrist being grabbed, something oddly comparable to what happened a few days prior.
“If you kiss me I swear to God I’m going to kick you in the nuts.”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“I heard you the first time.” Stiles said curtly.
“Then say something.”
“What do you want me to say? You kissed me! You kissed me after you told me want nothing to do with me.” Stiles yanked his arm freed. “I have school and I work tonight. I’ll be back to get him around 10.”
“Let me keep him over night.” Derek asked softly.
“No. I’ll be back around 10.”
“I know how to take care of my son.” Derek said angrily. Stiles ignored him as he got into the car and pulled off. Derek felt his anger dissolve as Tyler let out a burst of laughter and happily gnawed on his fist. Derek sighed and walked into the house.