Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry

Tummy Time

This ones for @ClareAdland

Stiles smiled as her little girl kicked her little legs around. Amaris was laid out on a blanket on the living room floor, enjoying her tummy time. Although, she was persistent about staying on her back.

Stiles would place her on her stomach, and she'd just flip right back over. Stiles figures that Amaris will do it when she's ready, and only then. Especially if she's anything like her parents.

The timer on the microwave went off, signaling that Stiles' hot pocket was ready. Her stomach gurgled at the thought of the cheesy pepperoni goodness waiting for her. She pushed off the couch, moving into the kitchen. Stiles hummed as she moved around, only faltering when she burnt her fingers on said cheesy goodness.

With her hot pocket plated, she moved back into the living room. She smiled, taking a small bite. Her eyes instinctively flickered over to check on Amaris, and her whole body went cold. The baby was not where she was previously. Stiles didn't allow herself to panic, though. Instead she put her plate down on the coffee table, looking around the living room. It's very possible that Amaris just rolled somewhere else in the room.

After a thorough a check of the room, and no sign of Amaris, Stiles started to panic. She grabbed her phone off the couch, hitting speed dial #1 as she walked out of the room. She looked around the kitchen, still no sign of the baby.

Derek answered after a couple rings.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"Where are you right now?"
"I'm leaving the store. Why? What's wrong?"
Stiles didn't answer right away, checking underneath the dining room table.

"Stiles?"
"Don't freak out."
"What happened?"
"I left the room for a minute, I was only gone for a minute."
"Stiles."
"I can't find Amaris, D-derek."
Stiles voice broke, tears starting to fall down her face.
"I left her on her blanket and when I came back she was gone. I've checked almost the entire first floor and I can't find her. Derek-"
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Stop panicking. I'm speeding home right now. I'm sure she's just hiding. Everything's fine, Stiles."

Stiles put a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in a sob. That's when she heard it. A small gurgle. A gurgle she knows very well. That was a baby gurgle.

"Wait, I think I head something."
"Stiles, please be careful. We don't know-"
"Stop talking."
Derek did, huffing slightly. Stiles could hear the wind rushing by the car, figuring Derek had her on speaker.

Stiles walked into the guest bedroom that was on the first floor, looking around. Amaris wasn't anywhere in sight, making Stiles squint in confusion.

"Sti-" "Shh."
Stiles heard it again, this time from under the bed. She dropped to her knees, lifting the blanket that dangled from the bed so she could see.

Amaris laid on the ground under the bed, squirming on her tummy. Stiles laughed, only slightly hysterical.
"I found her, Derek."
She could hear her husband sigh in relief.
"Where was she?"
"Underneath the guest bed."
"What?"
"Yup."

Stiles grabbed Amaris, holding her close to her chest.
"You scared us, baby girl. You can't do that. How did you even get under there?"
"She must have crawled."
"Derek, she doesn't know how to-"
Stiles stopped, her eyes going wide.

She held Amaris away from her chest, looking at her.
"Did you crawl under there?"
Amaris just blinked at her, blowing some bubbles at her.
"Derek, our baby just crawled! She just crawled for the first time! That's our big girl, yes you are. I am so proud of you. You scared the life out of me, but I'm still proud."

Stiles pulled Amaris close again, giving her hugs and kisses. She could hear Derek laugh through the phone.
"Ill be home in a couple minutes. We'll celebrate then, alright?"

Stiles smiled, nodding, before remembering Derek couldn't see her.
"Alright, I'll see you then. I love you."
"I love you too. Both of you."
Stiles smiled wider, pressing a kiss to Amaris's head as the line went dead.
"You're tatuś is going to give me diabetes with his sweetness." Amaris just gurgled happily. Stiles took it as her agreeing.