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Part 2 of Mischief and His Wolf
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2024-12-23
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If I Could Choose, I Would Spend Every Minute With You, With You, With You

Summary:

“Time to go home sweetheart.”

Derek groaned and laid his head back down, snuggling back into Stiles. “No, stay with Mischief.”

 

or, Derek doesn't want to be away from Stiles for even a second.

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Derek hopped on his feet and banged on the door again, impatiently waiting outside the Stilinski’s house. The door swung open and he looked up, seeing John cradling his Mischief.

“Gimme,” Derek whined, lifting his arms up towards the baby.

John chuckled and ushered him in, “Hello to you too Derek. You know the rule, go sit on the couch and you can hold Stiles.”

“Not Stiles, Mischief,” Derek mumbled, running as fast as possible on his chubby little legs, clambering onto the sofa. Once he was seated, he held his arms out again, giggling when John placed the smiling baby in his arms. “T’ank you.”

“You’re welcome, don’t let him fall off your lap.” John said, walking to the kitchen to make Stiles his bottle.

Derek gasped and whispered, “Would never.” He nuzzled his face in Stiles’ neck, smiling wide when he let out a little giggle at the sensation. Derek was even more obsessed with baby Mieczyslaw, now that he started smiling and laughing.

When John walked back into the room, Derek exclaimed, “Mischief laughed! So cute.”

“Aww, did he now? You’re so good with him Derek,” John praised, chuckling at the blush that bloomed on Derek’s face. Holding the bottle out towards him, he asked, “Do you want to feed him?”

Derek made grabby hands and said, “Yes please.” Derek gently placed the nipple of the bottle into Stiles’ mouth, preening when Stiles held onto his hand with his own. Derek glanced at John, standing in front of them, and whispered, “You go now.”

John laughed and ruffled Derek’s hair, “Okay little man, I’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Privacy,” Derek whispered, still focused on Stiles.

 

Stiles had finished the bottle and was now asleep on Derek’s lap, Derek wiggling uncomfortably underneath him. He really didn’t want to wake Stiles but it was an emergency. “Mischief, have to wake up.” Derek whispered into Stiles’ cheek, kissing him there afterwards.

When Stiles didn’t budge, he called out to John, “Um – Mr Stili – Mischief’s dad!”

John ran into the room at the urgency in Derek’s voice and asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Need to wee,” Derek whispered, wiggling again. John laughed and grabbed Stiles from Derek’s arms, allowing the boy to run towards the bathroom. Halfway there, he turned back and said, “Want him back, okay?”

“You can hold him until your mom comes to pick you up Derek,” John chuckled, shaking his head at the cute little wolf being so attached to his son.

Derek nodded, satisfied, and ran into the bathroom.

 

Later than evening, Stiles and Derek were curled up together on Claudia and John’s bed, slumbering peacefully. Stiles was on his back and Derek on his side. Derek’s nose was smudged into Stiles’ cheek, an arm over his tummy while one of Stiles’ legs was flung on top of Derek’s.

Talia knocked lightly on the door and when Derek blearily looked up, she whispered, “Time to go home sweetheart.”

Derek groaned and laid his head back down, snuggling back into Stiles. “No, stay with Mischief.”

Talia smiled and walked further into the room, taking a seat next to Derek. She rubbed Derek’s back and asked, “Don’t you want to join the puppy pile at home?”

“With Laurie and Corie and-and Unca Peter and daddy?” Derek asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, sweetheart and all your cousins and your Uncle Chris too, everyone is waiting for you,” Talia said.

“Yes, but – Mischief,” Derek pouted, looking conflicted.

“He’s not going anywhere darling, you can come see him tomorrow too,” Talia reassured.

Derek, still pouting, looked between Talia and Stiles and asked, “Take Mischief home?”

“You want to take him home with you?” Talia asked, chuckling when Derek enthusiastically nodded his head. “How about I invite Claudia to come home tomorrow?”

“Now? Pwease?” Derek pouted.

Talia leaned towards Derek and brushed her nose against his, “Listen to your mama Derek, it’s only a few hours and then you can see him again.”

Derek grumbled, “Okay.”

“I’ll wait for you outside, say goodnight to Stiles sweetheart.”

Derek leaned over Stiles, careful not to crush him, and rubbed his cheek against his head. He pecked Stiles’ cheek, kissing down to his neck. He whispered, “Mama making me go home, Mischief, but I see you tomorrow, ‘kay? Love you.”

Stiles smiled in his sleep and grabbed Derek’s hair in his fist in response.

 

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