"Jayden, can you grab that ornament over there?"

Little Jayden ran over to the pile of decorations and grabbed the one his dad pointed to.

"Here you go daddy." Jayden said while handing it over to his father, Stiles.

"Thank you" Stiles replied as he grabbed the ornament and rubbed his son's hair.

"Daddy?" Jayden started.

"Mhmm?" Stiles mumbled with a bow in his mouth, trying to concentrate on decorating.

"Daddy, when is papa coming home?" Jayden asked when he looked up to his dad with sad electric blue eyes.

Stiles looked at his little boy, placing the decorations down and sitting on the floor, motioning for his son to sit on his lap. He embraced his son, trying to sooth him.

Stiles looked down at the boy sitting on his lap, who was on the verge of tears.

"Jayden-"Stiles began, also trying to hold back tears. "You're papa is very busy. He's trying to protect us and our country, but he'll be back as soon as he can, I promise." Stiles finished as he hugged his son tighter.

It has been about two years since Derek left to fight in the war. At that time, little Jayden was only 4 and didn't completely understand what was happening; he just knew it wasn't good because his daddy was crying when his papa left with two very big bags.

"I'll see you little guy, take care of your daddy for me, ok? I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." With that, Derek kissed and hugged his little boy before he gave Stiles one last hug and kiss and walked out of the door.

Stiles walked over to his son and picked him up, embracing him, not wanting to let go.

"Guess it's just you and me for a little while little guy." The teary-eyed Stiles told the whimpering Jayden. "How about we go into the living room and watch movies and eat all of your favorite snacks?"

The little boy in Stiles' arms perked up just a little, and nodded. "Ok daddy, but I wanna snuggle" Stiles cracked a smile. "Ok little one, now go pick out a movie and I'll go grab your favorite snacks."

Little Jayden ran into the living room while Stiles made his way into the kitchen, grabbed his son's favorite snacks and headed back into the living room.

"Daddy?" Little Jayden started again.

"Yeah?"

"Can we make cookies?" The little boy asked.

Stiles smiled and replied with a slight chuckle. "Yes we can make cookies"

The little boy jumped out of his dad's lap in excitement and ran into the kitchen.

"Come on daddy! I wanna make cookies for Santa!" Jayden exclaimed.

"Ok, daddy's coming." Slowly getting up, Stiles made his way into the kitchen. "Ok, what kind do you want to make little guy?"

"Chocolate chip!" Jayden all about yelled.

Stiles lifted the wiggling boy up onto a stool so he could reach the counter. He grabbed all the necessary ingredients and set them in front of his son. Stiles turned for a second to grab the recipe.

"Ok, first we have to-"Stiles began but started laughing at the sight in front of him. Jayden was trying to put the sugar and flour into the bowl but missed, getting the ingredients everywhere, making him as white as a ghost.

Laughing, Stiles hugged his son. "I think you missed the bowl."

The boy, covered in flour and sugar, looked up at his father with those electrifying blue eyes and shrugged.

'He's definitely Derek's son' Stiles thought to himself. He was brought out of his own thoughts when Jayden started tugging on his shirt. Stiles looked down at the little boy in front of him and before he could ask what he wanted, Jayden threw flour at him. The boy's father was shocked at his son's actions. 'He is definitely Derek's son'

"It is on little guy" Stiles said as he grabbed a handful of flour and tossed it at his son. The two continued to throw flour at each other while they ran around the kitchen trying to dodge the flying flour.

Jayden ran around and under the kitchen table laughing and squealing in delight. Seeing an escape route, Jayden darted from under the table only to be grabbed by his dad.

"Gotcha little one!" Stiles said laughing.

Jayden squealed. "Daddy put me down." He tried struggling free of his dad but the grip was too tight. "Daddy!" Jayden couldn't help his laughter as his dad continued to carry him. Stiles finally put Jayden down on the flour covered counter.

"I think we should clean up now, don't you?" Stiles asked his son.

Jayden, pondering a thought, looked down at a pile of flour, looked to his dad, then back up at the flour. With a wide smile, he picked up the handful of flour and threw it at his dad.

"It's so on now." The flour fight continued well into the night. The two continued laughing and goofing around.

About an hour later, Stiles managed to calm Jayden down, give him a much needed bath and put him to bed. Stiles walked back down stairs to the kitchen. He looked around the kitchen, not wanting to clean this entire mess.

'Better get started now.' He thought to himself.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Stiles, fast asleep leaning against the counter, felt Jayden tugging on his, still, flour covered shirt. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Mhmm, what is it Jayden?"

"Daddy! Santa came last night! There are presents!"

Stiles looked at his son with a confused look. 'I didn't put any presents out, how could there be-'Stiles briskly walked into the living room to be welcomed with dozens of presents under the tree.

Jayden ran behind his dad to the tree and randomly picked a present up and started to rip off the wrapping.

"Daddy! Come open presents with me!" Jayden said joy evident in his voice. He patted the spot next to him so his dad knew exactly where to sit. His dad sat down next to his son.

After about ten minutes, Jayden had opened all of his presents that had his name on it. However, there was still one present left, with Stiles' name on it.

"Daddy, I think this one is for you" Jayden picked up the lonely package and carried it over to his dad. Stiles was now more confused than ever. 'How in the world did all of the presents get here when I fell asleep at the counter last night and how did one get here with my name on it?'

Stiles reached his hand out to grab the little box from his son. He opened it delicately, trying to make sure he didn't break whatever the present was. Surprisingly, there was only a note: