thepsychicclam:

akissforabite:

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because akissforabite did a thing and blaineswolf requested a thing, and i can never deny him anything 😀 so, domestic!feels.

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Stiles watches Derek sometimes. When he’s in the living room, Patrick lying on his chest like a tiny newborn extension of the two of them. Stiles leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest and just watches. He knows that Derek feels him nearby, but Derek doesn’t move, doesn’t let on that he knows Stiles is there at all.

There’s no one else in the world except Derek and his cub.

Derek stares down at the sleeping baby like it’s the most terrifying and most wonderful thing in the world. Derek’s big hands, hands that Stiles has seen sprout claws and rip apart skin and bone, cup Patrick tenderly, holding him in place. Derek runs a hand reverently down his back, straightening the tiny blue cotton shirt that gets bunched above the diaper.

Fingertips brush through the mop of dark hair on Patrick’s head as Derek tries to tame it down, but it resists, fine soft strands sticking straight back up. Derek chuckles, a soft private smile spreading across his face as he watches his son.

“He’s so little,” Derek says, startling Stiles. Derek cups the back of Patrick’s head with his hand as if to emphasize his point. “I can’t believe this tiny person is ours.”

Stiles crosses the room and carefully sits beside Derek on the couch. Patrick snuffles in his sleep and buries his face closer against Derek’s shirt. Derek stares down at him like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

Stiles reaches out and rubs a hand along the baby’s back, and he makes a content whimpering sound in his sleep. Words are usually so easy for Stiles, but he can’t find anything adequate enough to express the swelling in his chest, the feeling of contentment and love and home he feels when he looks at Derek with their baby. Five years ago, he never would have imagined Derek Hale with a Pack, much less a baby. But they’ve come so far, and Stiles feels like the luckiest man alive.

“Look at his wee wittle fingers,” Stiles says, gently stroking the fingers curled into Derek’s Henley. Then, he carefully removes the blue bootie and bends down to kiss Patrick’s little foot. “And his wee toes. They don’t even look real. They’re so tiny.” Stiles rubs them between his fingers.

“What if…” Derek starts, clears his throat as he keeps his eyes on the baby. “What if I can’t protect him? What if – “

“Stop,” Stiles says softly, reaching out to curl his fingers around Derek’s neck. “We’ve been through this.”

“I know.”

“He’s going to be fine. He’s going to grow up to be strong, and we’re going to be great fathers. You, Derek, are going to be an amazing father.”

Derek lifts his face and looks at Stiles with such raw vulnerability in his eyes. It’s been like this for months, Derek’s fear and insecurity getting the best of him. No matter how much work him and Stiles have done trying to help Derek get over his past, there are some wounds that’ll never completely heal, some scars that will always shape Derek’s view of the world.

“Do you really think so?” Derek asks. He glances down at Patrick and places a light kiss on the top of his head. “I want to be everything for him, I want to give him everything.”

“And you will,” Stiles says as he scoots closer. “You’re already an amazing father.”

“You’re going to be great, too, you know,” Derek says with a smile. “You’re going to be the one to keep this family together.” Derek pauses, then adds more quietly, “To keep me together.”

“Hey, you do your fair share of keeping me from losing it,” Stiles says with a quiet laugh. “When I’m freaking out about his first cold or his first day of school or his first dance, you’ll be there to keep me from having an anxiety attack.”

Derek leans his weight into Stiles briefly before looking back down at Patrick. “You’re not going to get sick, are you?” he whispers against the top of his head. “You’re gonna be a big strong werewolf like your daddy. My little cub is going to grow up to be a strong Beta one day, strengthen and protect your Pack, aren’t you? Yes, you are.”

Stiles clears his throat dramatically. “And what if he’s not a werewolf, hmm?”

Derek’s eyes slowly turn electric blue as he nuzzles into the crook of Patrick’s neck. “Then you will be a strong man like your daddy. You’ll be brave, smart, and have a big heart that wants to take care of everyone.” He looks up at Stiles. “I won’t be disappointed, you know.” Stiles smiles. “My big boy can be whatever he wants to be, yes you can. And you’re gonna break all the girls’ and boys’ hearts, just like your other daddy.”

“Sure, cause I’m sure a heartbreaker,” Stiles drawls, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t listen to your daddy, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Derek kisses the top of Patrick’s head. Then, he cradles the baby’s tiny body tightly with his other hand and shifts him higher. He peppers kisses all along his head as he says, “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Derek gently rubs his cheek against the baby’s forehead, and says quietly, “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, and I promise you that I will protect you until my last breath.”

“You won’t have to do that,” Stiles says, leaning forward and kissing Derek’s jaw. “We are going to be a happy family, and we’re going to live to be old, pervy men who have gross old people sex when we’re like 80, who watch their grandchildren running around their yard. And our grandchildren will be like ‘Ugh, stop making out, Grandpas!’” Stiles laughs when Derek rolls his eyes. “You just better get used to the fact that you married me. And if I have anything to do with it, you are going to have a happily ever after. And you should know by now, I get what I want.”

Derek turns his gaze back to Patrick, smiling. “Happily ever after.” He rubs his face against Patrick’s hair, and then says, “For the first time in my life, I feel like that’s a possibility.”

Words still can’t describe how Stiles feels in that moment, like he’s so full of love for Derek and his son that he’s going to burst. Since Derek doesn’t seem intent on moving any time soon, Stiles grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it over him and Derek before he curls against his two favorite men in the world.

“We are, you know,” Stiles says sleepily after a few minutes, his eyes drooping. “Going to be happy. Patrick’s lucky to have you for a father, don’t ever forget that.”

“We’re both lucky to have you,” Derek says, and as Stiles drifts off, he feels Derek brush a kiss against his temple.