Companion fic to Perfectly Imperfect
Things to remember:
A) I own all characters who you have never heard of.
B) I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf
C) This is a test to see if anyone enjoys this story. If it gets positive reviews, I will publish the longer story that gives backstories to the situation.
D) This story may get additional oneshots upon request
E) I have done research about actual wolves. Stiles has only been in his nest for a day because of how I have scaled things. I will elaborate this in the main fic, if it ever gets published.
F) I ignore season 3 part 2. Not that it is really relevant, seeing as this fic takes place in June 2024
More relevant info to this chapter: So yeah. This happened. Basically this story is Derek interacting with his first 10 children. I absolutely love the idea of Derek as a father, and have multiple little ficlets written on my computer. If you guys want more, just ask ;)
UPDATE: I have made all of the children except for Aaron nameless and genderless. Next chapter explains why. Feel free to PM with questions!
In case this anyone is curious, here is the master list of children. The litters are separated by commas
Derek's children are: Cas and Row, Bran, Tall and Claw, G and J and A, Chey and Cay
Scott's are: Oli, Aaron
Cora's child is Gray
Ethan's are: E, Dil and Jam
Aiden's are: No and Cal
Sincerely wishing you all well,
Kida-Asumi, the Captin of Sirius
Derek had trouble sleeping alone now. It probably had something to do with the fact that he had been sharing a bed with his mate for the last decade and a half.
So when his ninth child 'crept' in to his room, he was awake the moment the door was open. He felt the bed dip slightly as his four year old climbed on, and then froze when it creaked. The child's little body slipped under his blanket and curled up at his back.
"Daddy?" Chey whispered, a little hand pressing against his bare back. Derek bit back a smile and pretended to jump.
"'Sup, baby?" He whispered. Chey climbed on to his side, to which he rolled over so that the child was resting on his stomach.
"Are you awake?" Chey whispered, the child's brown hair messy and brown eyes alert. Derek nodded, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he rubbed the little back with the other.
"Yeah, I'm up. Is your twin?" He asked in return. Chey nodded, grinning.
"Yeah! Cay is downstairs with Isaac and the baby." She said. Nodding, Derek sat up and stretched, chuckling when Chey mimicked him. Scooping up his pup, he took it to his bathroom, placing it on his sink before heading around the corner to take care of his morning business. After that was done, he washed his hands and handed Chey the shaving crème. As he brushed his teeth, Chey squirted it in to its little hands and then patted his face, giggling with delight. After rinsing and flossing, he shaved carefully.
"Smooth?" He asked, offering up his cheek. Chey kissed it, grinned, and nodded.
"Yup! Smooth as Aaron's bottom!" Chey declared. Derek sat the child down and then led it downstairs. Isaac was feeding Aaron as Cay asked him questions. The pup's black hair was barely visible from above the table.
"Leave Isaac alone, babe. Why don't you and your littermate color until the other kids wake up?" Derek suggested. His brown eyed, youngest child nodded, quickly climbing up in the booster seat next to Chey. As the kids busied themselves with crayons, Derek poured himself coffee.
"How many times did he have you up last night?" Derek asked Isaac as he approached the two, looking down at the carefully held, month old baby. His black hair peeked out from under his hat. Isaac grimaced as he placed the empty bottle on the table.
"Just 3." Isaac sighed. Derek clasped his shoulder, nodding.
As much as he missed his mate, he was not looking forward to the next couple of months when the new litter arrived.
As the two discussed random, house-related topics, the rest of the children trickled in. Cora arrived first with Dil and Jam in her arms. The three year old twins climbed up next to Chey and Cay, their brown hair sticking up in opposite directions. While Dil's brown eyes crinkled happily at a joke that Chey was saying, Jam's black eyes never left the paper.
Next appeared Lydia with her 4 year old, red haired, twin children. No's brown eyes lit up when they spotted baby Aaron, while Cal's green eyes zoned in on the crayons. After sitting them down, Lydia insisted that they figure out what to do with breakfast.
G, J, and A, Derek's 6 year old triplets, entered just as they were deciding what to make the younger kids. G and J were identical in appearance, with brown hair and brown eyes. A was a 'mini-Derek' as Cora put it. The pup would not be the last one to be a carbon copy it its father. The three greeted their father before taking their seats at the table as well, talking about something amongst themselves.
As soon as they were seated marked the arrival of Derek's older twins, Tall and Claw. The two 7 year olds grinned and ran to hug their father. Derek kissed Tall's brown hair, and then Claw's black, and winked at them both. Tall winked back, its green eyes pulling it off, but Claw still couldn't get the hang of it, and both of its brown eyes closed.
As they were chatting with their father, three more pups entered the kitchen.
6 year old Oli led the charge as the pup raced toward its mother and baby brother, Oli's black curls flying behind it as its black eyes zoned in on Aaron. Isaac chuckled and helped the pup on to his lap, asking Oli how it slept. 8 year olds E and Gray were steps behind Oli, chatting about something. Their black eyes were alight with laughter. As El pulled back its black hair in to a ponytail, Cora pulled Gray to her side, kissing the top of black hair, wishing her only child a good morning.
8 year old Bran wandered in next when Derek, Lydia, and Cora were making breakfast, and Isaac was passing out plates. He had little Aaron in a carry-cot in the corner of the kitchen. Derek wished his brown-eyed pup a good morning, ruffling black hair when Bran walked past. Bran returned the greeting before sitting next to its triplet siblings.
The final two children to enter the room were also the oldest. 10 year old Cas and Row were already dressed for the day, green eyes alert. After wishing their father a good morning, Derek's oldest child helped Isaac set the table. Cas got its brunet hair ruffled as a reward. Row wrapped an arm around its father, smiling up at him. Derek planted a kiss on the pup's black hair.
"Why don't you help Aunt Cora start putting food on the table, huh?" He suggested. Row nodded, moving to do so.
The children ate their breakfast, gave their thanks, and then trickled away to different parts of the house. By the time 9:45 rolled around, Derek, Lydia, Isaac, and Cora were washing dished and putting them in the two dishwashers they owned.
"Morning everyone!" Scott greeted the remaining people in the kitchen. After placing a kiss on Isaac's cheek, Scott moved to greet his son, chuckling as he noticed he needed a change.
"If you change him, you get the big kid breakfast first." Isaac teased. Sending him a mock salute, Scott took Aaron out of the kitchen to do just that. Peter and Aiden entered the kitchen once Scott and Aaron returned. Peter sat down at the table next to Scott while Aiden kissed his wife. Lydia grinned, returning his kiss before shooing him away.
Breakfast was being placed on the table when Danny and Ethan walked in, dressed and freshly showered. They sat down next to Aiden, and were joined by Lydia, Derek, Isaac, and Cora.
After breakfast was done, everyone helped put up and clean the dishes. Peter, Danny, Ethan, and Scott left for work at 10:30.
As Derek grabbed the newspaper from the front door, he sighed.
How he missed his mate. Stiles would have had the paper ready for him when he went downstairs, in addition to a cup of coffee.
He also would have helped with breakfast and the clean-up.
Derek wished for a swift den-period so that he could see his mate again.
At 11:30, Derek found himself herding the children outside alongside Cora and Aiden. Lydia was working on putting the 3 year old twins down for a nap as Isaac fed Aaron then worked on doing the same.
An hour later, the adults were working on making lunch for the children. After macaroni and cheese, pees, and hot dogs were made, everyone ate. Cas, Row, Bran, and Gray did the dishes (as they got paid an allowance for doing so once a day), and the rest of the children went back outside.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Isaac asked, glancing down at his baby. Derek nodded, squeezing his shoulder before taking the newborn from his birthparent.
"Yeah. Go and sleep. We got baby Aaron." He promised. With a relieved sigh, Isaac grasped his shoulder in thanks before heading to his bedroom. Derek looked down at the baby, shooting it a small grin, before returning to his own children.
After feeding the 3 year old twins lunch at 2, Lydia suggested that everyone head to the park for some fresh air.
"That way, the kids can entertain themselves, baby Aaron can get some sun, Isaac's nap is guaranteed to be peaceful, and we can busy ourselves with busted knees and scrapes." She explained, giving Derek a pointed glare. The alpha glared back, understanding that he was the one that needed to be busing himself. Whenever Stiles retreated to his den, Derek grew anxious and, as he had been informed multiple times, pissy. He never snapped at his own children, but the other pack members felt it and did not approve of his behavior.
"That's a great idea, Lydia. Then Derek can stop his brooding." Cora teased from where she was rocking Aaron. With a sigh of defeat, Derek began to gather together the things they would need. Maybe keeping his children from breaking their necks would keep his mind off of his pregnant, defenseless mate.
At 3 on the dot, everyone began to head to the park. Lydia and Cora were pushing the strollers: Lydia was pushing the toddler and baby stroller that contained Dil and Aaron. Cora was pushing their single stroller that contained Jam. Derek ran ahead with the older children. Once they reached the soft grass, he was tackled by his four year old twins, followed by his six year old triplets. Cora abandoned her stroller to join them, playfully growling in warning. The children scrambled off of their father before their Aunt pounced on him. Lydia rolled her eyes as she watched them roll around, occasional growls being heard. Whenever Derek or Cora began to wrestle with the children, the other would see it and their instincts would demand that they join the fray. After helping the twins out of their straps, she grabbed their baby bag and blanket and headed towards the shade of an oak tree, content to look after the baby and watch Derek and Cora make fools of themselves.
A few pictures may or may not be waiting for Stiles when he brought home the new litter.
They stayed out for two hours before Dil and Jam started to cuddle up with their Aunt Lydia as she sang to Aaron. Chey began to doze with Derek underneath the tree, little snores accompanied by his occasional growl to warn off potential predators.
"I think that's our cue, Lydia." Cora suggested. Lydia took a picture of the napping two before agreeing. As she packed up the area and woke up Derek, Cora gathered the other children.
They gathered everyone and their things and headed home.
As the children distracted themselves in their rooms, playrooms, or living rooms, Lydia and Derek began dinner as Cora and Aiden went to the store for the missing ingredients. By the time that everyone returned home from work, Cora and Aiden were setting the table as Lydia and Derek passed out the food.
Dinner that night marked the start of the Questioning. It happened every time that Stiles retreated to his nest.
"Daddy, when is Mommy coming back?" A asked suddenly. The older children and adults grew still, looking towards Derek for his reaction. Ignoring the flash of worry and irritation, Derek grasped his pup's hand and offered a smile. After the last 4 litters, you would think that he would have this conversation memorized.
"Mommy will be back in a couple of days. He's giving you a new sibling." He explained patiently.
"Why does he have to go away?" Cay asked, pouting. Derek offered his youngest a hand as well.
"Mommy wants time to bond with the new baby before sharing it with everyone. As a werewolf, it's instinct. So Mommy leaves to have the baby, and then calls Daddy to come and bring them home." He said.
"Is Mommy safe?" Chey whispered, horrified. Derek nodding, smiling at his pup.
"Yes, sweetheart, Mommy is safe. If he wasn't, he would call for us." He assured them, even though he knew that this was a bit of a lie. Satisfied, the children returned to their meals. Ignoring the looks he was receiving from his adult pack members, Derek dug in to his dinner, as if that conversation had not happened.
He was not going to have this discussion again. Not after the screaming match the last time. No, his feelings and opinions were his own, and no one but Stiles needed to know them.
At seven, the majority of the adults began to bathe the younger children. While the youngest three litters needed help, the triplets just needed someone to watch and make sure that they get clean. Danny picked up his twins when Lydia scooped up hers. Sharing grins, the two headed towards a bathroom. Taking their cue, Derek stood up and grabbed Chey and Cay.
"My turn for the triplets?" Cora asked as she stood, popping her back.
"Yup!" Isaac and Scott chimed from where they sat together on the loveseat, Aaron asleep on Scott's chest as Isaac played with Olivia's hair on his lap. Nodding, Cora ushered the three to a bathroom as well.
By 7:40, all of the children were dressed, bathed, with clean teeth, and were being tucked in to bed. Derek tucked in Cay and Chey, gave them kisses to their foreheads, and then read them a short story that had them asleep in no time. After that, he entered the triplets' room and helped them in to their beds, kissing each of them as they went. After giving the triple bunk bed a shake to insure its stability, Derek flipped on the nightlight and left the room to begin bath time round 2.
The second round was a smoother process. As Scott fed Aaron, and was subsequently dubbed his bath-giver of the night, practically everyone else ran baths for the older children. Danny was charged with the older three because they could practically do it themselves. Cora ran Bran's, Derek ran Tall's, Lydia rand Claw's, Ethan ran E's, and Isaac ran and supervised Oli's. As they did this, the children gathered their pajamas and brushed their teeth.
Derek made his rounds of kisses, stories, and tuck-ins with practiced ease before heading back downstairs to brew a cup of coffee and prepare for the news at 10.
"Come on, Aid, we need to get ready to keep people off Uncle Peter." Cora teased as she stood from the couch, stretching. Aiden nodded, kissing Lydia before rising to take his shower. The two worked as bouncers at Peter's club. Cora approached her brother, squeezing his bicep.
"If you need me, you know where I'm at." She murmured. Derek squeezed her hand, nodding. Satisfied, Cora left as well.
With that done, Derek entered the living room and sat down in his chair, ignoring the pang in his gut when he realized that Stiles was not perched on it or curled up in his lap. Damn habits. Lydia sat next to Ethan and Danny, chatting with them both as the celebrity gossip droned on. Scott was massaging Isaac's shoulders from his chair, occasionally tossing out a comment.
The 10:30 crime watch marked the start of their daily debate over what might be typical or supernatural.
"Obvious, the ring that was stolen is an ancient artifact that will bring about the end of the universe." Ethan offered up first.
"You're wrong, babe. It's actually the cat thief. All evil masterminds have a cat." Danny teased.
"Actually, it's dogs. Hitler and Stalin are good examples." Lydia corrected.
"I think that the drug bust is a cover-up for a vampire nest, personally." Isaac scoffed. Scott nodded.
"Yeah, and the graffiti is a sign of the omega pack." He added. Derek simply chuckled, amused by their playful banter, even as he silently filled in his mate's parts as it went on.
At 11 o'clock, everyone retired to bed except for Derek and Scott, who watched the weather together.
"Are you going to sleep tonight?" Scott asked quietly as the weather man predicted sunshine for the next week. Derek shrugged, fiddling with his coffee cup. Whenever Stiles was in his den, Derek had trouble sleeping. With the first two litters, he took a sleep aid. With Bran not even a year old at the time, he didn't bother with it for the third litter. From then on, he occupied himself with cleaning and organizing and caring for the pups during the night.
"Depends. If one of the kids is in my bed, maybe. If not, I might pop a sleep aid and hope that it helps. We'll see." He admitted. Scott frowned, looking down at his cup of tea, letting Derek get away with the small lie as his second option. He didn't feel like having this fight. Again.
"Think he'll really be in that den for 3 more days?" He asked. Derek shrugged again, but didn't comment. "Thankfully, the weather is nice and we won't have to worry about him or the litter catching a cold." He tried again. Derek nodded.
"Yeah. That's all we need." He agreed. The two did not discuss Stiles again. When Aaron woke up for his midnight feed, Derek wished his beta a good night and went upstairs to bed. After stripping off his shirt and pants, he spotted his older twins curled up in the middle of the bed. Chuckling softly, he pulled on a pair of sweats before picking up Tall and lying down between them. Both pups curled closer, gently growling to one another to assure each other that it was their father, not an enemy. Derek rumbled a low growl himself to reassure them, then kissed each of their foreheads and pulled them closer. Focusing on their heartbeats was just the sleep aid he needed as the three fell in to a final repose.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Love it, hate it? Let me know!