Imagine The Nogitsune and Stiles being twins. You being their baby sister.
I'm trusting you, Stiles. Don't let me down, The Sheriff said.
I won't dad, y/n is in good hands, Stiles said.
Your sister better be here. When I get home from work or you and your brother are grounded for
one year, The Sheriff said.
Bye Dad, Stiles said.
You were in your baby swing
So Dad. Finally left, The Nogitsune said.
Yeah, .but we have to watch y/n. until he gets home, Stiles said.
You started to cry.
Shh It's ok, Stiles said as he picks you up from the swing.
You continue to cry.
Stiles checks your diaper. Nope, you don't need a new diaper.
I'm going to get your bottle, Stiles said as he sits you down on the couch.
You let out a cry.
Shh. He getting your bottle, The nogitsune said as he lay you on his lap.
You grab his finger as you snuggle into his chest.
