From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Ten

Felix can usually always be found in his crib, his mother's arms or Stiles's arms, the latter of the three being the most likely.

When Isaac was younger, he never really thought about kids but seeing his mate holding the newest pup set off his own instincts. Maybe he has baby fever too.

"Look at this Felix," Stiles says as he wiggles his fingers, making purple sparks swirl above the baby's head. Felix giggles and bats his hand at them. One lands on his nose, and he goes cross eyed to see it only to sneeze when it disappears.

"Oopsie," Stiles chuckles.

Isaac chuckles and walks over to his mate, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

Stiles beams and cradles his baby brother close as he pulls the wolf in for a deeper kiss. "Mm. Love you more."

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Stiles wants to spend as much time with his siblings as possible and he makes sure to set aside time for each and every single one of them.

Maya loves books and being outside. So, he'll help her pick some out. They'll take a blanket and go out to the backyard, sit on the blanket and read for hours on end.

"Den da purdy ird few weally high in da sky!"

"She did? How high?" Stiles asks with a smile as he braids her hair.

Maya giggles. "Weally high! Wike da sun high!"

Stiles ties small bows on the end of each braid and kisses her forehead. "That's really high. Why did she go so high?"

"Cause dat is were papa bird be an der wuv so big dey did da whole sky full ov cwods!"

"A sky full of clouds?" Stiles glances up. "Like those?"

Maya looks up and scrunches her nose before shaking her head. "No. pweety pink cwods."

"Pink?" he exclaims. "Oh my. Oh! Like those?" he asks, pointing and willing his spark to form small pink clouds just out of her reach.

"O! Der Mis-cuff! Dose cwods! Fwy me up! Pwease?"

How could he deny that request? Soon shrieks and giggles burst forth as he zooms her around above his head so her fingers can graze the clouds and then watch as they form a new one each time.

When he goes to set her down, she clings to him and looks into his eyes. "I wuv you, big budda. You my fav budda eva! Do you wuv me?"

A tear slips down his cheek. "I do. So so much, Maya."

"Weally?"

"Really."

"So aways hav pink cwods den?"

Stiles chuckles and nuzzles her cheek, scenting her. "Always."

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"Mischief?"

Stiles looks over at the door from his place on the bed with a book in his lap and smiles. "Hey Lee. What's wrong?" he asks, seeing her tears.

Avonlee scurries over, scrambles onto the bed and hugs him tightly, not objecting when he scoops her up and rocks her, making a purring sound in his chest to soothe her.

Once she's calmed down a little, he tilts her head to look at him. "What's wrong little dove?"

"I had a bad dream."

Stiles whines softly and gently plays with her hair, the purring sound never faltering. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shakes her head and sniffles. "I hate crying. I'm not a baby anymore. I was just scared."