I Wanna Be Yours

"Chapter 4"

Derek closes the front door behind his back, allowing the light of the early morning to filter through the foyer for a second, trying to make the less noise possible as he sets down the keys and his bag on the small table right beside the jackets. He takes off his tennis shoes, grateful that his feet can now breathe, then he takes a deep breath.

His apartment is silent, a few traces of David's presence scattered here and there in the living room, but he is probably still asleep. He peeks in the kitchen, finding his mother sipping coffee from one of the mugs, as she silently reads a magazine. Derek's smile widens.

"Morning, Ma," he greets in a whisper, and her eyes snap up to him.

She gives him a wonderful smile when their eyes meet, and she immediately lowers her coffee to stare at him. "How was your shift?"

"Long, but I loved it. Meredith Grey says hi, by the way," he grins, taking a seat in front of his mother.

"Meredith Grey? Little Meredith?"

"She's not so little anymore," he chuckles. "She was my Neuro attending for the day. We saved a life together."

"Really? A Neuro attending? I remember her when she was David's age and I kept an eye on her when her mother was in surgery..." she sighs, a wistful smile on her lips. "Ellis is still around, I assume."

"Chief of Surgery."

"I see." His mom nods, a strange expression on her face. He has no idea what to think of it. "So, you saved a life?"

"Teenage girl. She had an aneurysm, we clipped it," he beams.

"I'm happy for you, I really am. Have you gotten any rest?"

"It seems that having David trained me for losing a lot of sleep," Derek chuckles, standing up to grab a glass of water and sipping it slowly. "Is he in bed?"

"Yeah, he went down a little later than usual last night, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Did he give you a hard time?" Derek grimaces, knowing how hard it can be to be around his boy some nights.

"He's a good boy, Derek."

"So he did," Derek sighs. "What was it?"

"I just baked a different kind of cookies. The chocolate chips were too big and tasted weird because it was milk chocolate instead of dark."

Derek sighs, rubbing his temple. "I should have told you about that; sorry I forgot."

"Hey, it's not a big deal. He did not have cookies, he's still alive."

As if on cue, they hear a pitter patter of feet running down the stairs, until David's head peeks from the kitchen door.

His dark hair is ruffled and unkempt, his dinosaurs pajama wrinkled, but his eyes are a sparkling blue. He has the widest of smiles, stretching on his whole face, and Derek can't believe he hasn't seen him in two days. It's been awhile since he has gone this long without seeing his son.

"Daddy!" He leaps into Derek's lap, hugging him tightly. "Daddy, I missed you!" he exclaims, burying his face in his shoulder.

Derek grins brightly as well, frowning only when David recoils a little at his touch.

"You scruffy," David says puzzled, his hand going on Derek's cheek, tickling his beard.

Derek swallows thickly, chastising himself for not having shaved before leaving, but his heart leaps when his son cups his cheeks with both his hands and plants a kiss all over his stubble, then hugs him even more tightly. Derek is always so unsure about touching him, his heart swells when David is the one initiating contact.