Stiles continues despite their exasperated expressions, ” Yes, yes it’s true. Despite my slim physique, I have been with child these past few months, only to recently welcome Derek Jr 1 through 5 into this world.”
Derek pinches the bridge of his nose, ” No.”
The Sheriff sighs, putting up his coat and moving right on past Stiles into the kitchen. Scott just grins, holding out his hands as Stiles offers him one of the mewling puppies in his arms. He coos at them, muttering about Uncle Scott and Aunt Kira before Derek lets out a warning growl. The puppies react by flinching, then crying even louder which causes both Stiles and Scott to send the former alpha looks of disdain.
"Stiles found them outside the loft. They are not my children."
"What, how could you deny them, Derek? They look just like you!" Scott laughs, following Stiles further into the living room to the couch. There’s a box on the coffee table with a heating pad and soft blue blanket folded inside. It looks like the other four newborn puppies are waking up so Stiles grabs ahold of the eyedropper and pre-mixed formula as he bemoans,
"It’s okay, Scott. I guess I’ll just raise them on my own, just like every other teen mom before me. Hey, maybe MTV will give me my own show."
Scott laughs again, rearranging his hands as the puppy in his arms tries to suckle on his palm, ” Hey, if Derek doesn’t want in I have no problems being the puppies step-papa.”
"Oh my god yes. What was I thinking, making Derek the baby daddy? But what about Kira?"
Scott blinks then pulls out his phone, texting said kitsune. He quickly gets the go ahead to marry Stiles and adopt his babies as long as this means they can still make out between classes and that Kira gets to play with the puppies after tomorrow’s sword training. Scott pockets his phone with a grin, blinking when he notes Derek has not left and is instead cradling the runt of the litter against his muscular, henley-clad chest. He has a look of both awe and something soft, almost innocent on his face that causes Scott to look away.
The sheriff chooses this moment to appear, in socked feet and with a cold beer in his hand. He looks at Derek, at the box of puppies then takes a long pull. Swallowing, he sends Scott and his son an amused look.
"This mean you’ll be skyping that Whittemore kid to work out custody?"
"I guess, " Stiles snickers, " I was thinking weekends and alternating holidays. I don’t want the pups growing up to be delinquents because they didn’t have a strong canine figure in their life. But I suppose Scott can fulfill that role if Derek finds his rock and roll lifestyle too hectic for his children."
Derek sends him a withering look before settling the sleeping pup back in the box. He jumps alittle when the sheriff addresses him, ” Is that so, son? It’d be a shame if you didn’t stop by once or twice to see the kids.”
Stiles looks as stunned as Derek who has perfected the deer in headlights look; Scott struggles not to burst out laughing as the elder Stilinski finishes off his beer with a glint in his eye. Derek stutters but when a hand comes down on his shoulder, he seems to buck up, ” I would like that. I mean, I wouldn’t mind helping with them.”
"Good. First step is helping me name them and figure out what sex they are, though maybe not in that order?"
"This one is named Fernando, Fernie for short, after my grandfather, " Scott chirps as he takes the eyedropper from Stiles and begins feeding his pup.
Stiles opens his mouth but the sheriff cuts him off as he points to the pup his son is slowly lowering back into the box, ” I’m thinking Claud,” he huffs when Scott and Derek both wrinkle their noses,” or Claudette it would seem. “
"I-" Derek lowers his eyes when they all turn to him. He pauses for a long moment before mumbling, " Laura, because even though she’s small now, I can tell she’s going to be the leader of the pack."
Silence settles over them, sad and heavy but not exactly uncomfortable. Finally, clearing his throat, Stiles takes out the second to last pup with a grin and holds it while Scott feeds it, ” Well, this cuddle monster here is Derek Jr. so who gets to name the last one? I believe…” he leans forward to peak in the box as Derek Jr. goes at the eyedropper like he’s being timed, ” It’s a boy?”
Derek rolls his eyes at the name before nodding, picking up the last pup and rubbing his stubbly face along its small, sleek body. The sheriff shrugs, standing with the mumbled excuse of putting in a frozen pizza for dinner. He offers to put in two but both guests decline, saying they have to go soon. When he’s gone, Stiles asks again about the final name. Scott looks conflicted, finally turning to Derek and offering him the task of naming the last puppy. Derek doesn’t even blink, the soft look having returned as he slides the pup into Stiles lap to be fed, ” Miguel.”
Stiles’ jaw drops and Scott slaps his leg, cackling as Derek smirks and stands. Sputtering, Stiles watches as the born-wolf saunters toward the door.
"I’ll swing by tomorrow to babysit."
Scott, finally managing to compose himself, stands soon after; Stiles knows his mom will be getting off shift soon so he forces himself not to whine about needing help. Putting the last puppy down to sleep, he covers the top of the box with a thin blanket before following Scott to the door.
" See you at school tomorrow?"
"You know it. With five mouths to feed I gots to get a edu-ma-cation."
Scott huffs out a laugh, waving as he heads to the bike he’s parked in the driveway. When Stiles has closed and locked the front door, he finally lets out a groan. He slinks back over to the couch, flinging himself down. He can smell the pizza cooking now and can hear his dad setting the table, no doubt making a bacon-y, unhealthy salad to go with but he makes no move to check.
"Che. Miguel."