Summary: Allison had just scraped the last of the eggs onto a serving plate and placed it on the table along with plates stacked high with toast, waffles, beacon, sausage, and a bowl full of sliced fruit. Stiles was about to start placing food on his plate when it was snatched from his hands. “What do you want?”
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Derek watched Stiles who watched Danny who was playing with Tyler. Tyler let out a screech of laughter that made Danny smile even more; Derek smiled at his pack mate before turning back to Stiles. “You don’t have to watch him like a hawk. Danny knows what he’s doing.”
“I’m sure he does but this is the first time I’ve seen him with him.” Stiles replied never taking his eyes off the pair. Tyler became still and his face started to turn red Stiles was about to go see what was wrong when Danny made a disgusted face and fanned his hand in front of his nose. Derek couldn’t help the sudden burst of laughter.
Danny turned to face Derek and Stiles. “Your kid is foul man.” He chuckled before tossing a pillow at Jackson and commanding him to go get diapers and wipes.
“I think they’ve got this handled. Come eat with me?” Derek asked.
“He’s fine, trust me. Allison made breakfast, you can eat and still have time to get home and get ready for school.” Stiles sighed before nodding and following Derek up the basement stairs. Derek led Stiles to the kitchen and pulled out a seat for Stiles before sitting next to the teen. Allison had just scraped the last of the eggs onto a serving plate and placed it on the table along with plates stacked high with toast, waffles, beacon, sausage, and a bowl full of sliced fruit. Stiles was about to start placing food on his plate when it was snatched from his hands. “What do you want?”
“I can fix my own plate.”
“Just tell me what you want, don’t argue.”
“A little bit of everything.” Stiles said brows furrowed in confusion. Derek sat about fixing Stiles’ breakfast and had just sat it in front of him when Jackson and Danny emerged from the basement and Lydia came from what Stiles assumed was the bathroom. She reached out for Tyler but Danny shook his head no saying he was okay. Danny sat next to Stiles and Derek watched silently as Jackson fixed Danny’s plate while Danny and Stiles cooed and played with Tyler. He was starting to fix his own plate when Lydia tried to take it from his hand.
“I got it.”
“Let me do it.”
“Lydia I said I got it.”
“Just let me-”
“I said no!” The table fell silent at Derek’s sudden sharpness. Lydia’s eyes flashed an eerie yellow before she rose to stomp away. “Stop.” And she did. “Stop acting like a spoiled brat. Sit down and eat. When you’re done you can go to school and pout all you want.” Lydia sat back down anger obvious in her features but she did as she was told.
Tyler let out a squeak that put all eyes on him he smiled a goofy toothless drool filled smile. Jackson was the first to laugh and soon the whole table was alive with giggles, aside from Lydia of course. Derek shook his head when the laughter died down and tucked into his breakfast. He watched as Danny carefully held Tyler while he ate and Stiles talked to Jackson. He reached his hand out and grabbed Stiles’ free hand that sat under the table. Stiles stopped mid-sentence and gave Derek a confused look. Derek continued eating like nothing had changed. Stiles slowly turned back to face Jackson.
Derek couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face when Stiles started to rub his thumb along the back of Derek’s hand. He had fucked up big time but maybe he still had time to fix this.