———- Stiles Stilinski: 18, 5 ft 0 Derek Hale: 30, 7 ft 5 ———-
September 20th, 2011 3:13 PM Derek regretted making such a public enemy out of himself... how he made kids terrified to come near the manor. He only thought he was doing what he needed to do to protect his family manor... but he just drove everyone away. "Oh no no no... please," Derek said in distress at the edge of breaking down as the baby started crying again.
"Please don't cry... I fed you," Derek sighed picking up the baby and bouncing him on his shoulder... he was in crisis. Baby Eli was just abandoned in his footsteps by one of his flings. He needed a sitter; he couldn't lose his dream job at the Law Firm his father started.
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"Excuse me?" Stiles asked, startling Derek, he tried to put on his mask of an emotionless big bad alpha werewolf, but he was an empath... he always cried when babies cried. Stiles had the flyer in his hand that Derek put around town for a sitter, no one had come because he was so feared. "Mr. Wolf... I think the baby is crying because you are holding him wrong."
"Huh?"
"You are kind of gripping him by the ribs tightly... he isn't a football; you might be scaring him. May I?" Stiles asked from the porch, the front door had been open all day to show he was inviting people in peacefully.
"Yeah, please come in," Derek was a little stunned by Stiles' presence... and his jaw-dropping looks, he smelled like he was in heat and was trying to cover it up with cologne. As the boy got close Derek started sneezing at the scent of the cologne, he hated peonies. He watched the boy softly grab the boy properly and pull him to his chest, "Do you go to Beacon Hills Academy?"
"Yeah, senior," Stiles said in a coo tone getting Eli to stop crying, "Mr. Wolf, it's okay... please don't cry, he is just a baby," Stiles said and Derek widened his eyes, touching his cheek feeling that he was crying.
"I'm just worried he doesn't like me... he has been crying nonstop..."
"Well, Mr. Wolf, if he didnt cry then he wouldn't be healthy," Stiles started bouncing the boy, "He is just scared... he looks to be around 11 months. Whoever had him before, say his mom... the only person he knew is now gone. He might not understand but babies still know when they have been abandoned,"
"Oh... I haven't seen it like that," Derek smiled as Stiles smiled at him. "You hired," Derek said and Stiles widened his eyes, "you're here for the job, right?"
"Of course, but you don't even know my name. Is it because I am an omega?"
