Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Baby makes 3(Sterek)

Stiles wasn't surprised by the strange text he received from Derek in the middle of the day. He was used to it, however he was surprised by the three follow up texts and the two missed calls. Derek usually reached out to the pack if he was in trouble.

Stiles had been in class so he wasn't able to check his phone. His professor was strict about phones in class.

Stiles dialed Derek's number anxiously. The texts had been vague. Something about needing Stiles' expertise. What could be so important that Derek couldn't wait until Stiles got home?

When Derek didn't answer, Stiles got worried. Had something happened?

He continued to call Derek as he sped home. Thankfully Derek's new apartment wasn't far from campus.

Stiles rushed the stairs and keyed open the door anxiously. Derek hadn't answered Stiles' dozen phone calls.

What Stiles saw when he opened the door caused him to halt. He saw Derek sitting inside what looked to be a baby play pen with two toddlers and a baby. He was holding the baby in his arms while the the two toddlers attempted to use him as a jungle gym.

"Stiles, thank god," Derek breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Here," He held the baby out slightly. He looked like he was holding glass the way his large muscular arms cradled the body and his hand held the baby's head.

"What the hell happened?" Stiles asked carefully taking the baby from Stiles.

"I told you I was going to help Scott investigate the dead wolves in copenhagen. Well we found the pack," Derek explained, attempting to stand.

"And how does that explain this?" Stiles asked gesturing to the playpen.

"Scott caught the rogue alpha's scent. The same one that killed the other packs. Anyway, there was one survivor, so Scott went after the alpha with Isaac and I stayed to help the wolf. However, he had been poisoned with a rare type of wolfsbane and before I could help him he died. Well he told me that they had heard about the alpha so they hid the children. He told me I had to get them to safety," Derek spoke as he carefully climbed out of the plastic contraption.

"So, you brought them here?" Stiles squeaked.

"What else was I supposed to do? They're born wolves like I was, they aren't like normal children, we can't just turn them in to the foster system," Derek threw his hands up.

"So, what do we do?" Stiles asked carefully rocking the squirming infant.

"Find them homes?" Derek shrugged as one of the toddlers started to whine.

"They're not puppies, Derek," Stiles huffed.

"I get that, but what else are we gonna do?" Derek growled. He was not a kid person. He didn't know the first thing about children.

"Keep them, raise them as part of the pack," Stiles offered with a shrug, "Are you gonna do something about that?" Stiles gestured to the toddler still whining at Derek.

"Keep them? They're not puppies, Stiles," Derek repeated Stiles' previous words. "And I don't know what to do about this," Derek huffed looking down at the child.

"Here," Stiles huffed handing the baby over to Derek.

"I know less about this," Derek shook his head with wide eyes. He held the baby like it was going to shatter at a moments notice.

"You have a younger sister," Stiles pointed out with a frown.

"Yes, but she was only three years younger than me, I never had to deal with this," Derek spoke defensively.