Tag: Sterek

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#this is so derek with his first baby (or cub or pup or whatever you want to call it) #and being a baby she learns about the world through her mouth #so she touches derek’s stubble and werewolf sideburns #with open mouthed baby kisses #but in doing this she’s scent-marking her father #whether she knows it instinctually or not #and it makes derek’s heart swell every time she does it (x)

Stiles blinks his eyes awake blearily, focusing on the empty space beside him. He stretches and sits up, catching sight of Derek.

There’s something so beautiful about it that Stiles can barely breathe. The lump in his throat swells and his breath hitches. 

She was holding onto Derek’s ear with one chubby hand, the other fisted into his t-shirt. She falls forward, hitting Derek’s cheek with her open mouth and nuzzling, ever so slightly into him.

Derek’s breathes out, shakily and Stiles’ entire body tingles.

He knows what it means, spent far too long running with wolves to not. Hell, he was a mate, of course he knows what it means. 

Their baby was scent-marking Derek. Letting the world know that this big grizzly man was her father. Hers. And she adored him.

Derek’s soft, tearing eyes snap to his and Derek doesn’t look away, not like he would before. It had taken a long time but they got there. 

They finally had it all.

Laura sneezes and promptly slumps in Derek’s gentle, always to tentative, hold. Stiles holds his tongue, not wanting to ruin this for even a second.

He kisses her tiny cheek and pads over to her crib, laying her down with soft caresses. “Good night, baby girl,” Derek breathes, tone wondrous and disbelieving. Stiles can’t help the pained noise he makes.

Derek finally slips back into bed and Stiles grabs a hold of him, crushing his head to his chest and kissing his tousled hair.

“I love you,” he whispers, his heart swelling with the truth of it. “She loves you.”

Derek looks up at him, places a small kiss on his jaw and smiles.

“I know,” he chokes out.