Not A Babysitter

Derek glared at Stiles, as the younger male pulled his hoodie on. 

"I hate you." Stiles sighed & turned to face Derek. 

"You have to bond with her, & I'll only be gone a few hours." Derek didn't lessen his glare. 

"While you're out with Scott I'm going to be stuck babysitting?" 

"It's not babysitting if it's your kid. It's parenting." 

Derek sighed, & Stiles didn't have to hear it to know what Derek was thinking. He wrapped his arms around the older man & buried his face in the crook of Derek's neck. Derek's hand instinctively went to Stiles' hips. 

"You just have to spend time with her." 

"She doesn't like me." 

"That's not true & you know it." 

"She cries if I even look at her." Stiles rolled his eyes. 

"You'll be fine." 

"Please don't leave me alone with her." 

"She's not a monster, she's your daughter." 

"She's your daughter too, equal responsibility." 

"I carried her for nine months, & have taken care of her for the past three weeks, it's your turn. I've done absolutely nothing for ten months because I had a child growing in me, which was completely your fault. So do not start with that equal crap, I'll be back in a few hours. If there's an emergency my dad's, Melissa's, mine, Scott's, & the entirety of the pack's numbers are all on your speed dial. But I doubt you're going to need them. Formula is in the fridge, already bottled, & her stuffed wolf is on the couch. I love you." 

Derek sighed. "I love you too." 

He placed a loving kiss to Derek's lips then slipped out the door, leaving a baffled Derek by himself. He only stood there a minute, before crying started to come from the nursery. He groaned & slowly made his way towards the noise. He cautiously made his way to the crib in the corner of the room. 

As he looked over the railing, he saw the little bundle that was his daughter squirming around in the middle of the crib. She continued to wail, making Derek wince. He was pretty sure even if he didn't have werewolf hearing, that noise would still be awful. He picked the crying infant up & cradled her in his arms. 

"Hey, Talia." She pounded her tiny fists into Derek's chest, the screeching intensifying. "What's wrong with you? Are you in pain?" 

Derek knew he wasn't going to get any response other than her cries. He looked around & saw the changing table. Maybe she needed to be changed. He laid her down on the table & continued to change her diaper. He honestly had no clue if he was doing it right, Stiles went over it too quick & what to do with the tabs confused him. 

He just guessed & stuck them to the diaper, praying it was right. He put her in a clean wunzy, missing a few buttons the first time & having to start over. When he was done he sighed in accomplishment, but then he remembered she was still crying. He picked her back up & patted her beck, bouncing slightly. This continued for another thirty minutes & Derek just wanted to tear his hair out. 

"I get it, I'm a terrible father. But do you think you could give me a little slack? I'm new to this." She completely ignored his pleas. "What else could you possibly want?" Derek went over Stiles' check list in his head.

• clean diaper

• food

• rocking

• stuffed wolf