Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry

Couldn't Be Happier

Stiles snuffled into her pillow, squirming closer to her mattress in an attempt to get closer to the warmth. She huffed, her typical heat source seeming to be missing. Stiles squinted open one eye, looking around her room. She was alone.

Stiles grumbled, throwing her comforter off of her body. The instant temperature difference made her cringe. She glared the entire time she moved around to find one of Derek's hoodies. When she found one strewn over her computer chair, she still glared. Freaking mornings, dude.

With the cold some what deterred, Stiles made her way downstairs. The TV in the living room was on, some colorful show with the volume low. It was nice background noise. She stopped in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the wall.

Derek's back was to Stiles, as he was making breakfast. The smell of it made Stiles' stomach growl. Stiles could hear Derek murmuring quietly, and tried to listen more intently.

"Your mamusia likes her bacon burnt, the weirdo she is. I like mine with a little fat, it's better that way. When you're old enough to eat bacon, it's gonna change your world. It's edible heaven." Stiles smiled as she listened in.

"You know, you're easy to talk to. I'm hoping out of all the amazing traits you can inherit from your mamusia, her talkative-ness isn't one of them. I love her more than life itself, but I can't handle two blabber mouths around here." Stiles rolled her eyes, pushing off of the wall.

"Alright, alright. I've learned my lesson on eavesdropping." Derek turned around, a smirk on his face. He had their four month old daughter cradled in his left arm, a spatula in the other. "Mornin, babe." Stiles smiled. "Good morning, Der."

She made her way over to her little family, placing a kiss on Derek's lips, before placing one on Amaris' head. Amaris squealed in delight, her chubby little arms flailing a little. Stiles smiled at her, taking her from Derek's arms. "Good morning, my little princess. How are you this fine morning? Is tatuś teaching you how to cook? That's a good skill to have, you know. Especially in college." Stiles looked up to Derek, who was smiling contently at them.

They shared a look for a moment, before Derek turned back to the food. "Can you grab me some plates, please." Derek asked. "Sure thang, chicken wang." Stiles moved Amaris over to her left arm, reaching for the plates in the cupboard to the right of the stove. Derek plated up the bacon, grabbing the waffles from the toaster, and adding them to the plates.

Stiles put Amaris in her pin, that they had set up next to the table, while Derek brought over the plates. They ate in a comfortable silence, aside from the occasional noise from Amaris. Derek's feet entwined with Stiles' under the table, making both of them smile. They continued to play footsie while they ate, Stiles trying to pin Derek's feet to the ground. She wasn't having much success.

Derek finally huffed a laugh, slowly pulling his feet away to stand up. Stiles pouted. "I'll get you next time." Derek just smiled. "Sure, babe. You feed Amaris, and I'll clean up?" Stiles slouched in her chair. "Why can't you feed Amaris?" Derek just raised an eyebrow at her, making Stiles roll her eyes. "Fiiiine." Derek ignored the whining.

Stiles lifted Amaris from her pin, settling the baby in her arms. "You hungry, sweet heart?" Stiles moved into the living room, finding a comfy spot on the couch. She was gonna be here a while. "I think it's unfair men don't have the ability to feed you little people. This shouldn't just have to be something I have to do, your tatuś should be able to do this. What if I have a class, and you're left with your tatuś, and we don't have any bottles for you? Are you just expected to starve?"

Derek watched his child and mate from the kitchen doorway, a content smile on his face. He watched how Stiles interacted with their daughter. She was a natural. Derek was nervous at first, neither of them had much experience with infants. He knows if he didn't have Stiles by his side he'd be struggling just a little more... Maybe a lot more. But he does have her, and she has him. And they both have Amaris. Neither of them could be happier about that.

They only had a couple hours of quiet left till the rest of the pack would come stumbling in. Derek wanted to spend it snuggling on the couch. He pushed off the wall, joining his family on the couch. Stiles smiled at him, moving just a little to lean into Derek's side, before continuing her conversation with Amaris. Ya, couldn't be happier.