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"Scoot over, kiddo."Stiles sits down on the bed and snuggles with a small boy with a mess of dark hair. "So where did we leave off?"
"Puppy."
"Okay...let's see so Uncle Scott wrapped this little ball of fluff up in a blanket and it was so cute and quiet, and I said, 'Scott, it's a hushpuppy.'"
The boy looks at Stiles with wide eyes. "That was me!"
"Yes, it was Angus - the original hushpuppy. But then this little ball of fluff turned into the cutest baby with this little tuft of hair." Stiles ruffles Angus' hair. The boy squirms, giggling wildly.
"So you've got hushpuppies in your tummy now?"
"Yep, and once they decide to arrive, you'll have to be a big brother and help watch out for the little hushpuppies."
"'Cause I'm a big boy I get to be a big brother."
Stiles stands up and starts tidying up the bed. "That's exactly how it works. But now I think it's time for all the hushpuppies to go night-night."
"I will do this, but I have needs."
Stiles laughs. " Okay, name your price."
Angus pauses and considers his options. "First, tuck-in...with Mo."
Stiles pretends to hesitate. "I accept these terms." Stiles picks up a little stuffed brown cow, well loved, and missing an eye and places it on the bed. He tucks them both in. "Any other demands, Sir Angus?"
Angus snuggles with his toy. "Kiss night."
"Such a hardship, you silly goose." Stiles leans over and kisses the boy's forehead loudly. "Good now?"
Angus shakes his head quickly back and forth. "Can't go to sleep without Al-Pa kisses."
"Who could live without Al-Pa kisses? Maybe if you ask nicely Al-Pa might show up?"
"Alllllll-pa, night-night kisses, please, now."
Derek appears in the doorway. "Who called for the Al-Pa? Does this little boy know what he's asking for?"
"Night-night kisses!"
Derek sighs. "Well, if you think you can handle it..."
Angus motions for his dad. "Of course!"
Derek stalks towards the bed and tickles the boy, making growling noises.
Stiles walks out of the bedroom, smiling as he listens to the playful noises.
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Derek finds Stiles standing in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth.
Stiles pauses in his brushing. "Is Gus down for the count?" Toothpaste foam sprays about.
Derek nods and leans against the doorframe. "Hushpuppy, huh? Cutest baby, huh? I'm pretty sure he just looked like a deranged orangutan, but that's just my perspective."
Stiles splutters. "I wasn't going to tell him what actually happened. I thought you were bad Chinese food - Yay! No, he gets the Disney version, not Grimm, because he's three and we're trying not to scar him for life."
Derek snorts. "Because Angus is so subtle."
"He won't make the connection unless someone tells him. And we're not telling him...ever."
"He's got a stuffed cow. I'm pretty sure at some point in his life he'll make the connection...unless you drop him on his head again."
"That happened ONCE. Babies are squirmy apparently, I wasn't expecting that." Stiles scowls at Derek in the mirror and returns to brushing his teeth.
Derek goes quiet. "Obviously, I knows what happens...because I was there-ish... but what was it like those first couple of days?"
Stiles spits into the sink. "Are you wanting the Disney version or the Grimm one?"
Derek just scowls in response.
Stiles tilts his head, a playful smile on his lips. "Once upon a time, there was a handsome and intelligent prince..."
Derek gives Stiles a harsh look.
"Fine, fine, Grimm, it is. Once there was... an asspuppy..."