Ma and Pa

I'm starting to worry

Stiles was fast asleep in the wooden rocking chair beside his son's crib. Every so often the chair would rock softly back and forth, lulling Stiles deeper into dreamland. A thick woollen blanket was draped over his body to keep away the cool winter air. Liam's small form was curled up on the floor in front of Stiles with his head cradled in the older man's lap. Both jump in surprise when a shrill scream echoed through the room. Stiles patted the short tuffs of brown hair atop his pups head,  "Liam baby, you gotta move." The teen groaned loudly and shifted so Stiles could get up and lift his crying son into his arms. "Shh, don't cry baby, shhh." Stiles stood rocking back and forth to try and soothe his son. 

Elijah has been up at all hours of the night and day for the past several weeks. The human doctors at Beacon Hills hospital diagnosed him with asthma a few weeks prior. The cold winter air was making it harder for Elijah to breath, and even harder for Stiles and Derek to keep him happy. Elijah is in so much pain and there seems to be nothing either of the Alpha pair could do but hold him when he is in pain. 

They weren't even sure at this point if he was going to be a werewolf. The first few months of his life Stiles and Derek were so sure Elijah would be a werewolf, he was healthy and his progression was far beyond that of a normal five-month-old, but lately, he had taken a turn for the worst. It scared them to the point that they were afraid of waking up one morning to see his cold body lying motionless in his crib. 

"Ma are you ok?" Liam shuffled closer, wrapping his arms tightly around Stiles' waist from behind, careful not to jostle Elijah. Liam could smell the fear and anxiety radiating off of Stiles in waves. "I'm fine-" Elijah's screams grew louder "shhh baby, its ok, shhh."

It took several more long minutes before Elijah's loud shrieking screams were replaced with soft snores. Stiles lowered him gently into the crib and tucked his soft pink bunny close to his side. Stiles placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before gathering his own blankets into his arms and ushering Liam from the nursery. They walked the few paces down the hall to the main bedroom and promptly collapsed on top of the still made bed. Liam managed to wiggle and twist his way under the sheets before he passed out but unfortunately Stiles was not that lucky and as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light.

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The mouth watering smell of bacon and waffles was the first thing Liam noticed when he woke up. Stiles' arms were still wrapped tightly around his waist while his head was buried in the crock of the older man's neck. "Ma?"
"Yea I smell them too," Stiles mumbled, "maybe we can get dad to bring some up." They settled back into a comfortable silence. Their legs were tangled around each other in a tight embrace. Derek must have pulled the blankets more securely around them when he had gotten home that morning. Stiles looked over at the alarm clock that read 7:30am. He knew Derek must have gotten home about an hour and a half ago from his shift. He really did have an amazing husband. Derek gets off a sixteen-hour shift and spends his morning making everyone breakfast. Luckily tonight was Derek's night off so he could spend tonight with his husband and son.

"Get up lazy bones, breakfast is ready!" Derek's gruff voice called from the kitchen. Both Stiles and Liam groaned loudly. Stiles placed a gentle kiss on Liam's forehead in much the same way he does to his son. Liam was like a son to the Alpha pair and he would always be, no matter how old he got or how many children he had of his own. "We should probably get up before Derek eats all the food. Come on pup." Stiles untangled his legs from the mountain of blankets and slowly pushed himself into an upright position. His shoulders ached from sleeping in such an odd position. He rubbed a hand over his shoulder to try and relieve some pressure. When Stiles opened his eyes he found Liam standing in front of him with an outstretched hand. He took the offered hand with a gracious smile and allowed the beta to pull him down the hallway and towards the staircase. When both men round the corner to the kitchen they saw an array of waffles and pancakes stacked high with a large plate of bacon and eggs and a fresh bowl of fruit salad in the centre of the table.

Derek sat at the head of the table with Elijah in his high chair to his left. Stiles wrapped his arms loosely around his husband's neck. He brushed his lips against the shell of Derek's ear, "hey baby."
"Hey," Derek turned his head so he could look at his husbands smiling face. He raised a hand to run through Stiles long hair and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to Stiles' lips, as he moved to pull away Stiles wrapped his own hand around the back of Derek's neck and drew him back in. They're lips crashed in a desperate need for closeness. Stiles released a breathy moan when Derek's tongue stroked into his mouth. They split apart suddenly when a high pitched squeal reached their ears. Looking to their left they were met with the sight of Elijah, his blue superman bib was pulled over his eyes. His tiny hands tried to pull the fabric up further but it wouldn't budge. "Does little Lijah want kisses from his daddies too?" Elijah shook his head quickly, his bangs brushing over his forehead. "Was that a yes? I think that was a yes Der!"

Stiles held his son's hands gently and removed them from his face. Elijahs' pale cheeks were flushed red and his green eyes sparkled with what Stiles could only imagine was amusement. Stiles leaned in and placed a loud wet kiss on his son's right check. Elijah's high pitched giggles were all it took for Derek to lean in as well and attack his left cheek with kisses. His stubble scratched against Elijah's pale skin leaving behind red stubble burn. "You guys are so weird," Liam mumbled from where he sat at the other end of the table, a plate of food already in front of him. Derek turned to face the teen, his eyebrows raised in what Stiles liked to call his 'grumpy wolf' face. "Do you want a kiss too Liam?" The Alpha teased.
"No! I'm good!"

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Liam lay on the sofa. His sock covered feet were propped on the armrest of the sofa while he flipped through channels on the flat-screen TV that Stiles had insisted on getting when they moved into the apartment. Derek was opposed to the idea, he only wanted the bare necessities, a fridge, stove, bed and sofa. 

Elijah was curled up on his chest fast asleep, a white pinkie was firmly in his mouth. He was wearing a pair of grey pants and a red Marvel t-shirt under his black hoodie and his tiny feet were covered in red and orange polka-dot socks. Liam had dragged a blanket over them a few minutes before when the smaller boy shivered.

The beta sighed when his search for something to watch came up empty. He switched the TV off and snuggled further down into the sofa. He let one of his arms slid up to rest over his brothers back and closed his eyes. He could hear Derek's soft snores coming from the room above him and Stiles steady heartbeat as he made his way around the kitchen making Elijah an afternoon snack for when he woke up. 

Liam loved to spend time alone with Elijah, he especially liked helping his Alpha's take care of him. It made him feel as if he was a real member of the family and had a bigger part in the pack. And besides his boyfriend thinks he looks seriously attractive while holding a baby, not that he would tell either Derek or Stiles that in fear that they would severely injure him for thinking of such things before Liam turned eighteen. His Alpha's both agreed that he was not allowed to have intimate contact with Brett until he was over eighteen because he possessed the same gene that Stiles did which allows him to fall pregnant. Not that it had ever stopped the pair.