Note: This is the second part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entry. Enjoy!

Note 2: A special thanks and big hug goes out to our friend Wendy, who played Derek’s daughter in this part! <3

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Sheriff Noah Stilinski, original character

Rating/category: R (explicit), supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, established friendship, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, Alpha Derek, hurt/comfort, angst, dark, PTSD, Derek has a daughter, domestic life, werewolves, demons, angels, humor, wit, sarcasm, Derek is Derek, Stiles is Stiles, miscommunication, Supernatural (the TV show) lore

Summary: Stiles gets a taste of the Hale family life, is shocked by information Derek shares with him and the sexual tension between them reaches its peak.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

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Home Is Where the Spark Is
by JustJim and Useless-girl

  2: Spark – part 1

As expected, it had been a restless night with a lot of tossing and turning while the human was downstairs typing away on his laptop. The sound was a familiarity, as was the scent of coffee drifting in the house combined with the sugary scent of energy drinks. Something Derek himself had never even tried because it smelled so chemical he wondered how Stiles was still alive consuming them like water. It never made him hyperactive though, sometimes overdosing on his meds did or if he didn’t take his medication at all. So nobody complained about his unhealthy intake, they didn’t suffer the consequences. At some point, Derek did find sleep, the rhythmic typing lulling him to a sense of familiarity.

Morning came way too soon, though surprisingly he was up before Elizabeth. She was still sleeping so he shuffled half-awake downstairs to make some much needed coffee. He wasn’t a morning person, not before the coffee intake, and even then he preferred to not have early mornings. He was a night person for a very good reason.

There was an impromptu pause when he spotted Stiles on the couch, sprawled out in a pose which looked very uncomfortable but the human was happily snoring away. Dressed in only a T-shirt and boxer shorts with little wolves on it, which made him snort softly. Of course he’d have wolves on his underwear.

The laptop was still opened on the coffee table but the screen was black, probably suffering from an empty battery, like its owner. Stiles smacked loudly with his mouth and found another position, making Derek freeze and almost not daring to breathe. Which was ridiculous because he was a very quiet werewolf.

Maybe he should have dressed into more than just sweatpants but to be fair, he had been used to sharing the house with only the sheriff and his daughter, the former usually gone in the mornings. There came some mutters from the sleeping man, intangible words he even couldn’t understand nor did he try to. Stiles was even a lively sleeper, something he had known for a while since they went back a lot of years. And then, just as Derek was going to walk to the kitchen to get some coffee instead of ogling the man he was never going to have, Stiles talked. Really talked.

“Derek,” he said and the other man froze. Was he awake? Turning his head he looked at the human but he wasn’t awake at all. Still very much asleep, dreaming this time with the way the eyes rapidly moved behind the closed eyelids. “Fix you... Love you...” There were more words but they were nothing he could understand. He was too fixated on the love you part. Oh nononono. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, Stiles wasn’t supposed to return the feelings. Derek would ruin him, would ruin them and the friendship they had together. Distraught, he walked into the kitchen, moving almost zombie-like to set the table and make coffee.

Worse thing was, there was no excuse about being underage anymore. Technically nothing was stopping him. Except his own hang-ups, and they were near paralyzing.

He made that promise to him. He wasn't going to back out of it. Even if he had to go to extreme lengths to deliver. He saw a very fucking rare smile from Derek then all of a sudden he was gone and Stiles looked around alerted, running out of the room. He found himself on a long narrow corridor. It was dark, but at the end of it the outlines of a door was lit by something from behind. It was glowing in red and yellow. The colors of fire. He began running towards it, but he felt like someone put weights onto his legs. He was too slow. Too weak to run faster. Air became thin for him as he strained against the invisible force slowing him down. He had to reach that door. He had to find Derek! And with that thought his fingers suddenly grabbed the knob and he tore the door open.

"No!" he uttered on a shaky voice, watching as Derek glimpsed back at him over his shoulder, a fiery portal open and swirling right in front of him. His eyes were glowing in red. That sad look was cutting right into Stiles' soul. "No!!!" he tried to run, one hand reaching out to stop Derek, but he stepped into the portal...

Stiles landed on the living room floor with a loud thud and a painful "ouch". It took him a moment to realize where he was and what just happened. Dream and reality washing together. "Thank fuck..." he breathed, still lying on the floor as he rubbed a hand over his face and hair, a relieved sigh escaping him.

It was just a dream. Just a freaking, twisted, awful dream. More precisely a nightmare. He was used to those.

Dropping his hand back onto his flat stomach, he stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on calming his breathing. And listening to the quiet sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen. Hopefully preparing coffee. And maybe breakfast? Even if not, he needed coffee. A lot. Preferably in an IV bag which he could carry around all day. Judging by the light throbbing of his head, he was going to need it.

With how Stiles had been moving around, it had been a miracle for it to take this long to crash on the floor. The loud thud didn't make Derek run to check, he knew it was Stiles getting a rude awakening. It made him chuckle how it took a solid five minutes of silence for the human to stir again as he was considering his life choices on the living room floor.

Said human was too sleepy yet to put more clothes on, instead he relied on his nose which detected the wonderful scent of coffee swirling out of the kitchen, singing its siren song, calling for him. And he followed without hesitation, pushing down the growing need to check on Derek.

Instead of finding his dad by the counter, his eyes fell on the familiar Triskelion tattoo in the middle of the very naked and still broad back of the wolf in question.

"Oh thank fuck you are okay..." he sighed and shuffled up right next to Derek to get closer to the brewing coffee, watching in religious awe as it started to drip. "Coffee is life..." he mumbled more to himself, not noticing just how close he was to Derek. Only the heat of his side and his familiar scent registered in Stiles' still half-asleep brain.

Meanwhile Derek was working on throwing together the batter for pancakes because Elizabeth didn't like cereal in the mornings. She wanted pancakes and refused to eat anything else. Sometimes waffles if he was lucky but only the freshly made ones. Considering the fact she needed to eat, he made her breakfast like this every morning. Arching his eyebrows, Derek watched Stiles press in close to get intimate with both the coffee maker and the werewolf.

He smelled like sleep still, sleep and sweat and the older man wanted to lean in to get more of a whiff, wanted to press his nose against the long lean neck. Only he didn't. Instead he put a mug on the kitchen counter for Stiles to grab while he moved away to the stove. The pleasant warmth against his hip instantly gone.

"I'm still alive," he grunted at the whole ‘thank fuck you're okay’ comment. It would explain some of the words he had overheard. Maybe Stiles had thought he had been dying and had to confess but he had overheard it by accident.

Play it cool, he told himself as he heated up oil, not butter, to bake the pancakes in. Derek was a responsible eater, butter was bad for the sheriff's arteries and oil made it so much more healthier. Pouring the batter in to make two pancakes, he started setting the table, flipping the pancakes at the same time. He knew Noah would wake as soon as the smell of the food drifted upstairs and then Beth would be joining the fray. He flipped the pancakes on a plate and made two more. "Do you need some time alone with the coffee maker?"

"I'm seriously considering it..." Stiles murmured, not taking his eyes off the dark liquid as he blindly pulled the mug under his nose, by then leaning on the counter with both arms, upper-body bending forward, which made his T-shirt ride up a bit on his waist. His naked feet were lightly tapping against the tiled floor in impatience as he yawned.

The second the telltale hissing started, Stiles slammed the button to switch off the machine. He straightened up to put three cubes of sugar into his mug and pulled the one Derek probably put there for himself closer too. He poured a good amount of black coffee in that first then he made his own too, adding a splash of milk to it.

Only after the first sip – and some seriously obscene noises – did he turn around to look at the half-naked man. Oh boy...

The way Stiles took his coffee hadn't changed, forever too sweet with enough milk to call it a latte. It was why the human was also so fond of Starbucks. It was right up his alley, lots of sugar and milk and not enough coffee. While Derek preferred his coffee dark and strong, because it wouldn't work on him otherwise. The jolt of caffeine had to be strong and even then it was just that, a jolt. It was more the ritual of taking a moment to wake up than the actual coffee. As he was about to take a sip, Stiles had to moan.

A filthy moan of pure enjoyment over his sip of coffee. Yeah, his heart and body really liked that. Derek loved how Stiles always would enjoy whatever he ate or drank, never doing anything without full conviction but he also had no idea how stimulating it was. He used his fingers for everything, licked them off ALL the time, and the noises... Long two weeks.

"Did fatherhood make you a kitchen fairy? Because it suits you..." Stiles grinned from behind his mug, shamelessly admiring the view. Truth be told, this felt... rather homey. The two of them in the kitchen early in the morning. Playing house before work. It was just a fantasy, but yeah... a good one at that. But it still made the young detective's throat tighten as he imagined how it could be. How it will never be.

"But I have to thank you for keeping my dad fed," he added instead and took the other mug to place it next to Derek by the stove before Stiles made a bee-line towards the table to watch him work from a more comfortable position. He felt like he had a few more moments to feast his eyes on the half-naked subject of his wet dreams before Derek finished or his dad came in or perhaps Elizabeth woke up.

Pointing the spatula at Stiles as if it was a weapon, Derek gave a pointed look. "I was able to cook before. I just didn't have a kitchen." There was so much Stiles didn't know, much many didn't know about Derek. He could not only cook, he also was good at it and he knew it. He felt the eyes on him while he worked on making enough pancakes to feed the big eaters in the house and he relaxed a little more. At least this part he was used to, the persistent ogling. Though it was slightly different now, they were both adults and weren't doing anything wrong by it anymore.

"I don't mind feeding your dad, he took care of me and Elizabeth when I couldn't so it's the least I could do. And he's really a terrible cook." The last part was added with a laugh because he had never met a man capable of burning a grilled cheese sandwich until he met Noah Stilinski.

"Oh really? I wonder how many hidden talents Derek Hale still has," Stiles grinned more awake now and if his tone was a little flirty then... oh fuck it! He couldn't help himself. This... "new" Derek seemed a tiny bit more open towards him, so he just let himself enjoy that fact with such comments. Perhaps his disturbing dream and the relief that it was just a dream played into that too.

But for a long moment he did wonder just how much he didn't know about Derek yet. And if he was going to get the opportunity to 'unravel some further mysteries' regarding him. And yes, he totally thought that on a dramatic voice in his head, nearly making himself giggle. He had such a brilliant humor...

"They wouldn't be hidden if I told you," Derek pointed out, mostly to cover up having to play twenty questions with Stiles this early in the morning. The stack of pancakes was promising enough so he turned the stove off to sip from his coffee, reaching for the sugar and syrup and adding a bowl of berries from the fridge to the set table.

"True. And oh don't get me started on his lack of cooking skills! It's a wonder that I survived as a child while growing up with him!" Stiles did chuckle this time, running a hand through his messy bedhead, making it look even messier. "On several occasions the smoke alarm went off like crazy and we ended up eating takeout food or ordered a pizza. So I've learned from books and TV channels early on how to cook too. Maybe while I'm home, you could make dinner to prove yourself further that you deserve the warmth of our little home," he teased with some challenge in his voice. "Which reminds me that I'll probably have to go shopping for healthy food supplies. I sampled that pizza last night. It was already two days old yesterday," he pulled his brows together with a disapproving look then sipped from his coffee, carefully placing it back on the table.

Derek needed a few more sips before he was ready for an actual intelligent conversation. "I'll make dinner and you'll never want to leave again."

It was the usual light banter they always latched into, only this time there was some flirty tension building, Derek at least recognized that much. But instead of shutting it down as he should have, he responded to it, stupidly. It was easy, too easy. They shouldn't do this but here they were, doing it. Flirting in the early morning while he knew the human was going to leave again.

"So... what's your plan for today? We obviously crossed out the shopping for the mattress from the list since you're staying in my room," Stiles mused, the speed of his talking picking up pace, which meant that the coffee was starting to work and his brain was getting fired up. "We should also talk a bit more. I have questions to narrow down my search," he said, nearly sounding like his dad when he was in "Sheriff-mode".

She turned over in her crib, her dreams being interrupted by something but she was unsure what it was. Elizabeth's eyes popped open and she sat up, her little nose sniffing the air. "Pa-cake," she said with an enthusiastic smile. "Da!" she called out but was too eager to wait for him to come and get her. She pulled herself up and got her little PJ-covered leg on the top rail of her crib. Her growling belly eager to be filled, she managed to climb over the railing and plop down onto the soft carpet below. Getting to her feet she pattered to the hallway and sat down at the top of the stairs to scoot herself down like Daddy had showed her.

Once she got to the bottom she ran to the kitchen, "Daddy! Daddy!" she called out as she came into the kitchen but stopped quick when she saw someone else there that wasn't Noah. She did not know this man. Having been so excited to fill her belly with pancakes, she had not sniffed out the unfamiliar scent at all.

"Plan is shopping, apparently." Derek wanted to say more but he angled his head, listening in. The little werewolf was up, calling for him. No need to bother this time, because despite his continued warnings to wait for him, she climbed out of her bed with the agility a toddler shouldn't have and he heard the little patter of her feet on the carpet as she rushed downstairs. It's why Derek hadn't bothered with blocking the stairs, she'd climb over those as well. Werewolf children were notorious for their Houdini moves. It made baby proofing a house very difficult.

Putting the mug down, he pulled the children's chair over to the table and squatted down, in perfect timing with Elizabeth running in with her little chubby arms outstretched for him. She comically paused halfway when spotting Stiles and he snorted at her look, grabbing her while he stood to hoist her on his hip. The youngest Hale was a perfect copy of her father, with big green eyes and dark hair, only she smiled way more than he did. He nuzzled her in greeting, inhaling her scent.

"Cub, meet Stiles. Remember Grandpa Noah telling you about his kid? He came to visit us. Say hi to Stiles."

She looked at Stiles and then back at Daddy confused. She remembered grandpa Noah saying he had a kid but she thought a kid meant he would be small like her. "Sty?" she said and pointed to him. "He kid?" Her belly rumbled again and she spotted the pancakes on the table. Squirming in Daddy's arms, she reached out for them. "I eat."

Stiles wanted to say something witty (and probably flirty) back while being busy slightly blushing, but all of a sudden they were interrupted by the cutest little girl confidently marching into the kitchen on her tiny feet. His mind abruptly halted for a second, watching in awe. He could see what Derek meant that she was a carbon copy of him, but Stiles could also spot Lydia in her features. Like the big size of her eyes and her cheeky smile once she spotted her father.

The young man cradled his mug in silence as he watched Derek interact with his daughter. He seemed like a completely different man from the grumpy wolf he had learned to know during the years. Stiles detected a kind of softness in the similar green eyes which was probably there only for his daughter. The eyes of a proud and loving father. Stiles remembered his dad looking at him like that at times. Most recently when he was appointed as a detective for the SFPD.

"Hi, Elizabeth. Yes, I'm Stiles. Grandpa Noah's kid," he smiled widely, secretly very amused from the fact that his dad was called 'grandpa'. It also made his head swirl a bit as it opened up a new series of teasings both towards his dad and Derek. Not to mention the possible little 'family fantasies' Stiles could come up with on his sleepless nights. "Yes, tell daddy that it's time he fills our belly with those yummy pancakes. He's been making me wait for soooo long for it," the younger man said with a dramatic huff. "Can you believe him?"

"You sit first," Derek told her when she squirmed to get to the pancakes. If he let her, she'd grab them with her hands and start stuffing them into her mouth while standing on the dining table. They were still working on the manners part because she was more like a wild wolf at times. With a swing he transferred her from his hip to the chair, strapping her in so she would stay for a bit. "You," he pointed at Stiles with that "can wait a little bit longer."

Stiles outright pouted from Derek making him wait longer, but there was a smile lurking on his face and in his amber eyes. Of course he would wait in exchange of watching the father-daughter duo interact with each other. It was truly adorable and Stiles felt himself quietly melting into a puddle. Who would have thought that 'daddy Derek' was such a sight to behold too? He was absolutely sure that only very few had the privilege to see him like this. And the fact that he was one of them filled his heart with warmth.

Derek put a pancake on Elizabeth's plate, which of course had to be pink with unicorns, dripping some syrup on it before he cut it into pieces. Tiny little pieces. She couldn't hold a fork yet, not without stabbing herself in the cheek with it, luckily he had gotten her plastic utensils instead of the fancy silver ones with babies’ names engraved on it. Derek gave her the pink plastic fork nevertheless, because that was the deal. She'd try for a little bit and then she could eat with her hands or Derek would feed her, it depended on her mood. But before he handed the plate over, he got a bib from a cabinet, tying it around her neck. She'd still need a bath and fresh clothes though, so half the time he had no idea why he even bothered.

Finally she could have the plate to fill that growling belly of hers. The final task was to fill her sippy cup with orange juice and putting that before her as well so she had everything she needed for the next five minutes. Probably. Derek sat down next to her and put some pancakes on Stiles' plate, followed by making a happy face with berries.

"Fill your belly, Stiles." There was a teasing note to his voice as he ruffled Elizabeth's hair, which was a mess anyways.

Stiles had a soft – maybe a bit dreamy – smile as he watched Derek getting creative on his plate too with the smiley face and his smile turned into a wide grin, his amber eyes flashing up at him playfully from the teasing undertone.

"Who are you and what did you do to Derek?" Stiles whispered while pulling his plate to him. Picking up his fork and knife, he dug in and of course groaned with delight from the first bite. "Hey, no wonder that the little missy wants to eat this every morning. These are very good..." he mumbled through his bite and stuffed some more pancake into his mouth, eyes closing for a moment or two to fully enjoy the taste exploding on his tongue.

Elizabeth scowled at the little pink thing in her hands. Daddy always wanted her to use it but it was not easy. Still, she liked making Daddy happy and tried to stab the food with it. When she managed to get a piece on it and bring it up to her mouth, it fell off. Growling softly she tossed the plastic fork onto the floor and grabbed the pancake pieces with her little fingers, stuffing them into her mouth. "It good!" she said as she spotted the berries he put on the other plate. "Want dat!" she said pointing to them. She loved berries but he had not put any on her plate.

Maybe Derek should adjust the rule of trying to use the fork to trying it for a couple of bites since it was thrown the moment she failed. But, she had tried and that was the rule after all so he couldn't scold her for it and she knew it, she definitely had Lydia's intelligence. As she was happily stuffing her mouth with pancake, he dared to put one on his own plate because eating with the little one was usually too much of an adventure to be able to eat a full meal.

Sprinkling some berries on it, he managed to get one bite in, before he noticed Stiles still staring at him. Mid-chew, he blinked, looking at the other who had the softest look in his eyes, as if he was looking at puppies. Very cute puppies.

There was no answer to give. Instead he flashed a look at the words, which showed that yes, he was still Derek. He knew he had changed though and it didn't seem like such a bad thing? It was hard to say with how few people saw him like this but Noah and Elizabeth seemed to be fine with it and Stiles was practically turning to goo in his chair. He was giving off so many fuzzy feelings that the wolf nearly choked on the next bite. Though that could also be because of the pornographic noises that erupted when Stiles took a bite of his food.

Looking down at the unicorns on the plate Beth smiled. "They eat," she mumbled with her mouth full of pancake as she used her fingers to smash some onto the unicorn. Elizabeth giggled and shoved more pancake into her own mouth. When she had finished what Daddy had given her, she lifted the plate setting it onto her head, the sticky syrup dripping down into her hair. "Oops," she said as some ran down her face and onto her nose. She stuck out her tongue to try and lick it.

Stiles looked up just to catch the way the little girl's hair got all sticky from the syrup and he outright giggled from that tiny tongue trying to reach the dripping goodness. "So damn adorable, indeed."

Elizabeth happily took the distraction to paint herself with the sticky syrup, why did Derek bother with a bib again? "Yeah, oops. Now you're all sticky." Two bites was kind of a record though, usually he had at least the time for three bites before she'd get herself into a mess.

"Let's get you cleaned up a little before I can get you berries." Getting a towel wet under the tap, he managed to rescue her cup from her grabby hands before it would wet her lap and he cleaned her face a little. No use trying with the rest, it needed more than just a cloth. "Maybe I should eat you, you taste like yummy syrup now." With a playful growl at her, her plate appeared with berries and another pancake she wouldn't eat but demand to have anyways.

She giggled and squealed when Daddy said he would eat her. He was always funny! She was happy when he gave her a new pancake and some of the red berries. She grabbed a berry in each hand and put them into her mouth, the juiciness exploding on her tongue. "Mmmm," she said.

"Stiles wants to make dinner for us so we're going to the store today, okay Beth? We can go to the playground before that so you can show Stiles how to use the slide."

The little girl nodded enthusiastically to that with one sticky hand stuffing more berries into her mouth before picking up a berry and throwing it at Stiles. It bounced off his head and she giggled.

Okay, there it was, that familiar grumpy look. It meant Derek was still there inside. It made Stiles grin again before he quickly shoveled some more food into his mouth. It was indeed great and the free family movie he could watch was the perfect background for a perfect breakfast. As he was watching the other two interact with each other, the tight bond was clear as day there. It wasn't just the fact that they were biologically related. It was also the closeness of that bond and the love between them which made this scene so sweet and moving.

Stiles knew that Derek had had a very difficult and painful past. It was written in his scowls, the angry lines of his eyebrows when they pulled together, the tightening of his jaw, the small barely there wrinkles around his mouth. But not when he was with Beth. Stiles could notice the huge difference. The way the other man's face lit up and his whole being softened when he was taking care of the little girl who looked so much like him. No DNA test was needed there...

And it made Stiles wonder just how much someone can change with time. Derek Hale did change, but he thought for the better. Stiles would've liked to keep it that way. He wanted to see this duo happy like this for as long as it was possible. It only strengthened his resolve to help Derek get back the missing half of his soul. Because if someone could love a child so much with half a soul, imagine how it could be with a whole one...

The detective was awakened from his reverie by a berry hitting his forehead. "Oh no! Mayday, mayday! We've got hit, captain! I think we're sinking!" Stiles dropped his fork and knife and began sliding down on his chair, humoring the little girl, until he disappeared under the table, only one hand visible, the fingers curling into a wave as if saying 'bye' before it "sunk" too.

She had not expected such a reaction but overjoyed nonetheless. She shrieked and giggled as Stiles played along and when he went under the table she leaned over the side of her chair as far as she could to try and see him.

Not that Derek had been worried for a moment that Stiles and Elizabeth wouldn't get along, but it was nice to see the human was as natural with kids as he had been. Not that it was a surprise with Stiles, he got along with everybody, a forever kid at heart, Peter Pan in the flesh. And the toddler was completely mesmerized by him ten minutes into meeting him.

Unstrapping her, he lifted her out of the chair to set her on the ground. "Stiles is very ticklish, go get him cub!" There was zero regret to sick his daughter onto the giggling guy on the floor because it meant he could eat a few pancakes while she would throw herself onto him and attempt to tickle him. Attempt. Because she wasn't good at tickling, didn't understand how it worked so she'd just poke her tiny hands at random spots while announcing she was tickling so people would at least know what she was trying to do. Tiring her out like this was the best way to make sure she'd get an hour or two of naptime in the afternoon.

Pleased with the outcome of this, he ate a few more bites, grinning at the sheriff when he came downstairs. The man wasn't even surprised at the ruckus coming from under the table, instead got himself coffee and the paper as he settled at the table to fill his plate.

"Oh no! If sinking wasn't enough, now we are attacked by a sea monster, captain!" Stiles played along, wiggling and giggling under the toddler's small hands, careful not to accidentally shove her. "But I think I have a way to escape the sea monster!" and with that Stiles began gently tickling back Beth, making her squeak and giggle with joy.

“Tick, tick, tick," she laughed as she poked him mercilessly under the table. Little laughs and shrieks coming from her as she launched herself at him over and over. She growled when he called her a sea monster but laughter kept interrupting it.

Hearing the clinking of a fork against the plate, Stiles figured Derek used this time to quickly eat too. Then judged by the extra pair of legs in brown uniform pants, he knew his dad had joined them too.

Then Stiles suddenly stopped, perking his head up as if listening to something. "Captain... hear that? I think it's the rescue boat! Maybe we can survive this. But... this little sea monster is too cute. Maybe we should take her with us! You agree? Good! Then let them pull us out to the surface!" Stiles exclaimed and gently reached under Beth's armpits so he could lift her off the ground, first kneeling up then standing, steadily lifting her while he made a whooshing sound with his mouth.

"We are saved!" he announced on a cheerful tone as they 'reached the surface', making her sit on his forearm. "And we're gonna definitely keep this cutie right here..." he smiled down warmly at the little girl. "I wonder if later she'll show us how she can use that slide. Will you?" he asked Beth as he sat down in his chair with her still on his arm. "Oh morning, dad. Haven't seen you there. You could've helped the rescue boat to get here faster. What kind of a Sheriff are you?" he grinned.

When he stood up with her announcing them saved, she threw up her hands and cheered. She noticed grandpa had come into the room and she waved to him and pointed to Stiles, "Sty."

Noah had been reading the newspaper calmly, ignoring all the storytelling going on under the table with the patience of a saint. He was probably used to it since Derek couldn't imagine Stiles being a quiet kid at all. And though the story was amusing, he knew Elizabeth would only understand half of it, it was too long and she would focus on some of the words. It was a cute try from the young human though and he said nothing as he tackled a few more pancakes meanwhile. It was so good to be able to eat enough to be full, it kept him busy and quiet.

"The working kind, son," Noah drawled at his kid with a sigh, folding the newspaper and finishing his coffee. Breakfast for him seemed to be to go because he was already putting a few pancakes in paper towels. "You three, behave, I don't want to get a call about two hoodlums with a baby terrorizing the playground."

"No promises, we might make a few eat sand," Derek said.

"That's what I was afraid of," Stilinski retorted in a good mood as he took off to work. Though Derek had a distinct feeling Noah had gotten up late on purpose because he usually would take more time for breakfast. The question was, why?

"Oh yes! If they get too annoying," Stiles chuckled then sighed. "Alright, grandpa, go catch some bad guys," he rolled his eyes with a smirk and waved with his free hand, curious if Beth would copy it. She really was the cutest little girl he had ever seen. And looking so much like Derek in small that only looking at her warmed his heart.

"I think we all need to clean up and get dressed before she can show anything. You two are covered in syrup." There was some temptation to shove both in one bath but that would be such a bad idea. Seeing Stiles naked would be... Yeah, not a good idea. He was already planning their future in his head because of seeing Stiles with Beth and how great the two were doing.

Stiles got so lost in watching Beth that he totally missed when his dad left or the dreamy look in Derek's eyes as he was watching them. "I think cleaning the little sea monster would be good before we stick together," the younger man chuckled softly and gently put her down when she started fidgeting on his arm. He instinctively felt that she wanted to get going. "Go, do what's have to be done in the bath tub. I'll clean up here, write a shopping list then take a shower in the downstairs bathroom," he announced with a big smile on his face, which made him look like his younger teenager self again.

His mood did improve and his heart became lighter since he came back home. Maybe he should visit more often. Especially now that Derek and Beth were going to stay. Stiles just hoped Derek really meant that as he drank the remaining lukewarm coffee then picked up the plates to quickly wash them along with the pan and mugs.

He had to be careful not to let himself get too used to this. Because if he did, he totally would fall head over heels with these two and wouldn't ever be able to go back to San Francisco. Not that aside from the small flirting-like moments Derek ever expressed any interest in him. Which sucked, but for a brief moment Stiles allowed himself to entertain the idea of moving back permanently. If he had something to move back to. But of course he had his own life and obligations at work. He couldn't just stay.

That thought made him exhale inaudibly, but he didn't let it burst his little happy bubble and he made his shoulders relax again as he began quickly doing the dishes, watching the father-daughter duo leave the kitchen.

"Let's get you cleaned up, little monster." Derek picked her up because if she had to walk to the bathroom, that would take a while, more like forever. There was nothing salvageable to avoid a bath so that's where Derek took her, to the bathroom as he started on the bath. "We're going to take one together, okay cub?" It would save on water and time and they often did it like this even though he wasn't so fond of having to get clean in a small bit of water. But she was too tiny to fill it up.

Reaching for a small plastic basket, he got out her bath toys to put in the water because there was no way she'd be willing to get in there without them. The soap and shampoo followed, the kind that wouldn't sting her eyes and he often used it himself to get her to agree to it, so he smelled like strawberry after bath time like she did.

"Let's get your clothes off, and that diaper because that needs a clean one." Yeah, breakfast had done its job, clearly. Taking off her pajamas, he was quick with the diaper so he could fold it up and throw it in the diaper bucket. That smell did not get any easier, ever.

He got rid of his own pants and grabbed the smelly toddler to swing her into the bath with a whooshing sound while he got in as well. Maybe this time he got lucky and she wouldn't demand the glittery soap – he regretted buying it for her, so much. With a cup he gently rinsed her hair, it was so sticky though, it might need a repeat washing to get it all out.

"Oh no, I forgot how to wash your hair, I think you need to show me how to with your dolly one more time. And I'll do it while you wash her hair."

Part II.

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