So, right as I'm finishing this story, FFnet decides its a good idea to do maintenance on the documents portion, so I can't upload it. Its on my DeviantArt if you happen to watch me there... but if not, then welcome to this story! Sorry its late!
Its a request for a DevArt buddy of mine, about Derek, Angie, and their kids. Since I'm not ready to give the names or genders of their children due to the fact that I in no way want to spoil "First Comes Love...", I borrowed twins Alex and Nila from ITB.
This is a two chaptered story - so I'll be around with the next one shortly.
Enjoy!
Besides the anticipation of getting to meet their twins for the very first time, something that excited Derek and Angie was wondering what traits each of their children was going to inherit and from which parent.
As babies they could already tell that their son Alex looked like his mother, while daughter Nila was the splitting image of Derek. But as the years passed and they grew, the Stiles' were happy to see that each child was the perfect combination of the two of them – something they had created, together.
Though even more interesting than being able to notice the physical transformations of their children as they grew was getting to see their personalities in action – something that kept the both of them guessing.
But the thing they loved the most was getting to see their children grow – to experience life and make memories that would last their whole life through.
That is, when they were making cute memories – not ones that left one or both parents physically injured.
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"Mommy…?"
With a smile, Angie turned around from scrubbing the kitchen counter to see her four year old son Alex staring up at her with his bright green eyes. Even though it was certainly not new, being called 'mommy' never failed to make Angie smile.
She bent down to his level, pulling him into her lap as she sat down on the tile, kissing his cheek.
"Are you okay Alex?" she asked, noticing her son's concerned expression.
"Yes mommy." he said, looking up at her. "I just… I just really would like to have a cookie."
She smiled at him and lifted him off of her lap, setting him onto his own two feet.
"You're so cute I almost want to say yes… but it's time for bed soon – you can have a cookie tomorrow."
Angie turned around and continued scrubbing the counter, hearing her son whine. Just as he was turning to leave the room Derek walked in, almost bowling Alex over.
"Woops – sorry bud, didn't see you there!" he said, reaching down and lifting his son into his arms. Angie turned around and smiled briefly at the sight, looking past them and checking on daughter Nila who was still at the table eating her dinner.
"Dad?" Alex asked, looking his father in the eyes. "Can I have a cookie?"
"Alex, what did I JUST say…?" Angie started, turning around and glaring at her son.
"Sure bud—" Derek replied, lifting a cookie off the counter and placing it in his son's hands, just as he set him down on the ground.
"Derek!" Angie said, angry glare now centered at her husband. "I just told him no!"
Derek just blinked his eyes in response. "How was I supposed to know?"
"Because – you know that if I tell them no they come running to you…" she said, feeling Derek walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. The angry stare she had dissipated, a smile taking its place as she felt gentle kisses on her neck.
"Dereeekkk…" she said in a whisper, closing her eyes. "They're still awake…" she said, her speech cutting of with a light moan.
"Not for long…" he whispered in her ear, giving her a kiss on her cheek. "And besides… Nila is still eating and Alex is preoccupied with that cookie I wasn't supposed to give him."
With a giggle, Angie turned around and slapped Derek playfully in the arm. "You're such a jerk…" she said with a smile, hugging him. "Seems almost like karma that it's your night to put them to bed…"
Derek sighed. "I love those kids – but why do I always get bedtime duty on the days that they're hyper?"
With a laugh, Angie pulled away and continued cleaning. "Maybe if you didn't feed them cookies all the time…" she said, laughing harder when she heard her husband scoff behind her.
"Don't worry honey…" she said with a mischievous grin. "If you can get those kids into bed before I fall asleep, I'll make it worth your while."
Derek stood rooted in place as his wife sent a sexy smile over her shoulder, before he snapped into action.
"Okay kids, time for bed!" he exclaimed with a clap of his hands, leaving the kids to groan but Angie to giggle.
"Daddy? I'm not done eating!"
Derek sat at the table next to his daughter Nila, ruffling her short brown hair gently.
"Yeah Dad, me either!" Alex said, cookie crumbs all around his mouth.
"You both are almost done…" Derek replied with a smile. "Finish up and then we'll go read stories."
Nila, who was always a bit of a slow eater, started to shovel her food in her mouth at a rapid pace – she loved storytime, especially with daddy.
Alex, watching his sister closely, started to gobble up his cookie as well. Derek just smiled at the two of them and their competitive nature, knowing that it was something they had definitely inherited from their mother.
"I'll be right back you two…" Derek said, casting another glance back at his wife who just raised her eyebrows suggestively. Remembering her promise he walked quickly back to their kids' rooms, rummaging around for pajamas for them to wear and books to read.
Finishing her cleaning, Angie flipped off the light in the kitchen just as she heard a loud snap come from their office. She closed her eyes and shuddered, mindful not to let the kids see her disgust.
"Derek?" she called across the house.
"Yeah?" was the reply from Nila's room, Derek nowhere in Angie's sight.
"We uh… just got another one." she called out in the vaguest way possible, scratching at the back of her head. Suddenly Derek's head popped out of Nila's doorway, holding a pair of pink pajamas.
"Really?" he whined, sighing when Angie nodded, biting her lip.
A week ago that day, Angie had been playing with the twins in their living room when Nila began to freak out, spotting a mouse over by the kitchen. Since then both children were afraid of seeing the little critters again, and both parents had to be very careful not to mention their unwanted guests as they were killed by sporadically set traps, or else there was no calming the children down.
"Alright, I'll take care of it…" he replied. "Thank God the exterminator is coming tomorrow, eh?"
"No kidding…"
As Derek moved back into his daughter's bedroom, Angie's attention snapped to her left as Alex let out a loud scream, followed by muffled cries.
"Alex?" she asked urgently, running over to him. "Alex, what's wrong?!"
The boy's mouth was clamped shut, tears rolling down his slightly chubby cheeks as Angie approached him, her attention turning to her daughter.
"Nila, what happened?" she asked, picking up Alex and sitting in his chair, cradling him in her lap as he continued to cry.
"I don't know mommy…" the girl said, pointing at the cookie. "He was just eating his cookie and then he started crying…"
Angie's frown deepened at the story, her attention turning back to her son as he continued to cry, tiny hands clutching onto her shirt and pulling himself closer to her.
Derek walked out into the living room, his own smile turning into a frown as he saw the sight.
"What's going on?" he asked, setting the kids pajamas down on the couch.
"I don't know…" was Angie's reply, her attention still on her son. "Alex… Alex honey, mommy needs to see what's going on. Open your mouth please…"
Angie's request was met with a furious shake of the head from the boy, whose own expression was a cross between pain and fear. His cries continued to be muffled by his closed mouth, his disobedience doing nothing to help the bad feeling Angie had about the situation. She turned her head up to look at Derek who just sent her back a shrug, still getting the twins' things ready for bed.
Just as she looked back at Alex, Angie's eyes widened when blood began to seep out of the corner of his tightly closed mouth, staining his pale skin a dark red.
"Oh my God…!" Angie exclaimed, practically throwing herself forward to the middle of the table and grabbing a napkin from the holder, holding it under Alex's chin as more blood began to pour out. She sat him up quickly, his head still resting just under her collarbone.
"Whoa!" Derek exclaimed at his wife's panicked outburst, rushing over just as Nila began to cry.
"Daddy… what's wrong with Alex?" she cried, scared for her brother.
"It's alright sweetie…" Derek said, sweeping the girl up into his arms as he continued to stare at his son, wondering what on earth was wrong with him. "Alex is okay…" he reassured, now standing next to Angie and rubbing Nila's back as she cried on his shoulder, turned away from the sight. He pulled his daughter's previously occupied chair up next to his wife and son and sat down.
"Alex, you need to open your mouth!" Angie exclaimed, receiving another shake of his head as an answer.
Though Derek would never admit it out loud for fear of sleeping on the couch, he knew inside that his son's stubbornness only came from one place.
"He's not going to open Angie, you're just going to have to deal with him how I deal with you when you're stubborn…" Derek said, scooting his chair closer to them.
Angie scowled. "And how's that?"
"Force him to do it anyway…" he replied, reaching forward. Slipping his index finger in the non-bloody corner of his son's mouth, Derek moved it to the middle and then slid his thumb in underneath the other finger, using both of them to pry the child's mouth open. At the sight of even more blood, Angie reached forward again and grabbed another napkin, pressing it firmly into Alex's lower jaw. She used the pinky of her other hand to clear out the cookie remnants as the boy continued to cry, fighting the both of them as they continued to work on him.
"Maybe he blew a blood vessel?" Derek asked, watching as blood soaked through yet another napkin.
"I don't know – kind of looks like maybe he ripped his frenulum…" Angie said, forcing a smile as Nila turned her head towards her and Alex, tears still on her cheeks as she rested her head back on Derek's shoulder.
"What's a frennelum?" she asked, pronunciation quite close but still a little off.
"Look at daddy honey…" Derek said, leaning his head back until she looked at him. He opened his mouth and lifted his tongue, pointing to the small strip of membrane that attached from underneath the tongue to the bottom of his mouth. "That's it right there…" he said, closing his mouth. He watched at Nila opened her own mouth, feeling around for her own with her tiny finger.
Angie continued clearing out chunks of cookie from Alex's mouth, her forehead furrowing when she hit something hard with her pinky.
"What?" Derek asked, watching as she tilted Alex's head to the side and fished the object out with her pinky, holding it up in the air for them all to see.
Derek laughed and sat back in his chair with relief, cradling his daughter close to him, his chin resting on the top of her head. "And you thought it was his frenulum…" he joked, watching his wife scowl at him.
"YOU thought he blew a blood vessel! Mine was much closer…" she retaliated, dropping her scowl in favor of a laugh.
Though they were prepared for any emergency that may come their way, Derek and Angie had admitted before that being a doctor and a nurse led to a certain elevated amount of paranoia when it came to their children's illnesses, something that they were experiencing yet again.
"Whush wong wif me?" Alex asked, muffled by the napkin pressed into his lower jaw. Angie flipped the object from in between her fingers to her palm, stretching out her hand in front of her son's face.
"You just lost your first tooth, Alex…" she said, looking over at Derek who just smiled, still rubbing Nila's back.
"I did what?" he asked clearly, as Angie had removed the napkin and plopped him in the chair to go get a wet piece of gauze instead. Still unsure of what was going on, Nila remained in her father's lap, tiny arms squeezing around his torso for comfort.
"Go like this Alex…" Derek said, opening his mouth and tilting his head downward to show his son his bottom row of teeth. The boy did as instructed, watching his father smile upon noticing the gaping hole smack in the middle of his lower row of teeth.
"You lost your first tooth – didn't you notice it was loose?" Derek asked, leaning forward and looking into his son's mouth, the hole partially blocked by another forming pool of blood.
"It was wiggly…" Alex responded, tongue now probing the place of his missing tooth.
"How come you didn't say anything then?"
Derek's question was met with a shrug right before Alex was lifted off the chair and Angie sat down, pressing the gauze into the hole as she plopped him back in her lap.
"I want muh toof back…!" Alex said, starting to cry again. Angie shifted him in her hold and he curled up against her, head resting against her chest as she hugged him tighter and kissed the top of his blonde head – rocking gently back and forth.
"It's okay honey…" she cooed in a reassuring tone. "You'll grow another one, and that one will be with you forever… and since you lost this one, you'll get a surprise from the Tooth Fairy tonight."
Derek watched as the worried expression on Alex's face faded, his body still curled up against his mother.
Nila sat up in Derek's lap, looking at Angie with interest.
"Mommy, what's a tooth fairy?" she inquired, brown eyes sparkling with wonder.
Angie and Derek traded a sly smile – both fond of their own childhood memories, they were both excited to start them with their own children.
"Well honey…" Angie started, still rocking her son. "The tooth fairy comes when you lose a baby tooth. Before he goes to bed, Alex will put his tooth under his pillow, and while he's sleeping the tooth fairy will come and leave him something special for it."
"Like a puppy?" Nila inquired, earning a small chuckle from both parents.
"You have quite the imagination, you know that?" Derek said, tickling Nila's sides and producing a shrieking giggle from her.
"No honey, not a puppy…" he said once she relaxed, her eyes now turned up toward him with an expression that he couldn't help but smile lovingly at. "The tooth fairy leaves money for your teeth - money you can put in the brand new piggy banks you just got from Grandma."
"I want to lose more teef!" Alex exclaimed through the gauze still in his mouth.
Derek and Angie laughed.
"You gotta lose them one at a time, bud…" Angie explained gently, removing the gauze to check the bleeding. "If you don't, then you won't be able to chew anything…" she said, removing the now red pad upon noticing that the bleeding had stopped.
"Daddy, does the tooth fairy know Santa?" Nila asked, turning herself toward Derek again.
Unsure of what exactly to say, he quickly looked at Angie who was shaking her head yes.
"Um… yes, honey. The tooth fairy and Santa are good friends."
Nila's face contorted into a look of contemplation, her young but sharp mind turning the information around in her brain. "Does that mean the tooth fairy has reindeer too?"
Angie giggled. "Nope, she doesn't need them – she can fly!"
"She can fly?!" Alex exclaimed, sitting up in Angie's lap. Angie nodded her head with a smile and ran her fingers through Alex's hair, straightening his blonde locks.
"Dad, will you stay up with me and wait for the tooth fairy?!" Alex asked with excitement, enlightening his sister to the idea as well.
"No Alex…" Derek replied with a smile. "You can't be awake or she won't come!"
"But maybe if I wake up when she comes I can ask her for more money!"
Derek and Angie burst into laughter at the comment. Most of the time their kids reminded them of each other, but every once in awhile it seemed as though they had a certain amount of influence from their Uncle Tyler.
"Do we have to leave the Tooth Fairy cookies?" Nila asked, her little mind full of neverending questions. Derek smiled as he remembered his mother telling him stories of his constant questioning mind when he was his daughter's age, wondering if his own mother found it as adorable as he did.
"No – the tooth fairy is pretty low maintenance, Nila… All she does is take the tooth and leave the money."
The answer was satisfactory for the young girl, who yawned after a few seconds of silence.
"Alright, looks like it's time for bed…" Derek said, putting Nila on the floor as he stood from his chair.
"Come with mommy Alex, we have to wash out your mouth…" Angie said, placing Alex on the floor as well.
"No mommy – I don't want to wash out my mouth with soap again!" he said, beginning to whine in protest.
Angie just laughed and reached down, lifting the boy into her arms. "I told you…" she said, walking back with him to the kitchen to get some salt water. "You won't have to wash out your mouth with soap again unless you repeat those words Uncle Victor taught you…"
Derek chuckled, attention turning downward when he felt Nila gently tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see a pair of tiny hands reaching in the air towards him, a smile on her tired face. With a smile of his own, Derek reached down and picked her up, grabbing the pajamas he had set out for her off of the couch on their way back to her bedroom. Alex and Angie weren't far behind, the boy clutching his tooth in his hand as he ran into his bedroom and put it under his pillow just as his mother had instructed him. Once both children were dressed and ready for bed, the four of them walked into Derek and Angie's bedroom and crawled into bed together for story time.
It seemed as though things were just settling down for the Stiles family – the kids were nearly asleep, leaving Derek and Angie to look forward to the upcoming "alone" time they would share.
But neither Derek nor Angie could've ever guessed the chain of events the rest of the night had waiting for them, leaving Alex and Nila to find out the tooth fairy wasn't real on the very first night they learned of her.
Quote MoonCat and ITB: "Derek is so not getting any..."
Will he? How will those kids raise hell?
You'll see - next time:D
