Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Baby makes 3 part 2(Sterek)

A frustrated cry sounded from behind Derek as he attempted to put together the crib he and Stiles had bought for the twins. He turned to see one of them had trapped himself behind the box the crib had come in.

"You can go around, silly," Derek chuckled as he held his arms out, urging the child to crawl towards him. They were still too young to walk. According to Melissa, they were probably about six to eight months old.

"Hey, babe, have you finished the crib yet? It's about nap time," Stiles asked poking his head in to see Derek sitting in the middle of a pile of wood with a little boy on his lap.

"He's really distracting," Derek shrugged sheepishly.

Stiles grinned. They'd only had the twins for three days, but Derek had taken up the roll of father figure surprisingly well. Other than diapers, which Melissa had taught all of the pack to do.

"Knock knock," Lydia's voice called from the living room.

"Good, Lydia is here, she can watch them, while we get this finished up," Stiles gestured to the floor of wood.

"Where are my nephews?" Lydia purred coming around the corner.

The child in Derek's lap grinned widely as Lydia scooped him up. He'd gotten used to the rest of the pack, so he didn't cry for Derek all the time.

"Have you named them yet?" Lydia asked.

"No," Stiles groaned. He and Derek had been trying to decide on names for the past three days. It wasn't going well.

"Seriously? You guys, it's been three days. Erica and Boyd had a first and middle name two days ago," Lydia chastised gently.

"What'd they pick?" Derek asked reaching for the second child who had been chewing on a teething ring quietly in the corner.

"Lily Sophia," Lydia answered as she played peekaboo with the toddler on her hip.

"Ugh, see Derek, you're too picky," Stiles whined. They couldn't agree on a name for anything.

"How about this," Derek sighed, "You pick the first name of one and the middle name of the other and I'll do the same, fair?"

"You hated all the names I picked," Stiles reminded Derek.

"And you hated all the names I picked."

"That's cause you picked names of people we know, I don't want to name them after anyone. That's like picking favorites," Stiles whined.

"Okay, so we each pick something that hasn't been mentioned yet," Derek offered.

"Fine," Stiles agreed with a nod.

"Well you guys have until I leave to provide their names. They need names. How do you even tell them apart?" Lydia frowned.

"The one that reaches for Derek is tiny, the other one is teeny," Stiles chuckled.

"You guys are ridiculous," Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Come on, you two, let's go see what Auntie Lydia brought to play with. Your daddies have to finish getting your room done," Lydia cooed at the toddlers as she picked up the second on onto her other hip.

Stiles shook his head as she walked away, "Daddies," He repeated. He never imagined he'd be a dad at twenty-three, yet here he was.

"It's gonna take some getting used to," Derek nodded in understanding.

"You good with the crib while I get the changing table thrown together?" Stiles asked.

"Sure," Derek nodded frowning at the vague instructions in front of him. He honestly had no clue what he was supposed to be doing. The instructions were the furthest thing from clear.