Disclaimer:I don't own anything but the plot and Laura Marie :)

Laura Marie is my character I created and is in my other story So Are We, she is Derek and Stiles little girl, you don't have to read the other story was just letting you know in case you don't know who she was.

Just a little something extra because I was feeling baby mode.

Would like to say thanks to JuniorLacul0403, AutopsyAGoldfish, princesstinkerbell45, dragonsagex2592, shispas for adding me to favs list and following, aww I feel the love right now so Thank you.

Hope the present thing Derek got Stiles makes sense, not good at explaining feelings and stuff...I'm weird like that.

Hope you enjoy it, also;

Have A Happy Holidays and New year.

Stiles opened the door, getting that familiar feeling of deja vu but it was expected before he always came home on Christmas Eve to sleep "Hey dad, we're here." But what was different this year was the extra person with them. He tugged the blanket with a few drops of water on it from over the baby seat where the handle was resting on his forearm while the body was in front of him "Dad."

"Hey." He smiled coming down the stairs, eyes dropping to the car seat "Where's my little grandbaby."

Rolling his eyes he cocked his head to the side "Wow dad way to forget about me." He felt his lips curving up when his father nodded and said ok; when hands gripped the handle he relaxed his arm letting his dad take the car seat from him.

Derek shut the door with his foot holding bags "Figures."

The Sheriff just smiled widely at Derek while holding Marie to his chest "Yeah."

Stiles waved his hands "Look right here, me." Yet Derek just put the bags down to fuss with Marie's sock while his father sorted her sleeve out "Hello."

"She needs feeding."

He dropped his arms tipping his head back "Come on." He only had a baby, he didn't turn invisible.

Derek felt his lips curving but he wasn't alone, since his daughter was born they couldn't help but fight over who got to hold her…it was either him or the Sheriff "Pass her while I make the bottle."

"You make the bottle, I've got her." He knew the trick; Derek would hold her and not put her down till she was ready for bed and it just wasn't going to happen.

Walking passed them he muttered under his breath "Wrapped round her finger and she isn't even walking yet." Seeing the couch he flopped back into it.

The Sheriff followed his son into the room and sat down in the chair, blocking Derek from muscling in on him "Yep and when she does learn to walk I will be even more of a sucker." He nodded down to his granddaughter watching her brown eyes. Eyes he knew so well, his son's and his wife's "You want to light the candle."

"Yeah but in a little bit, after her bottle." He felt a pang in his chest at the sight of his mother's candle, this year after having Laura Marie it made him realised so much more about his mother and how great she was.

Derek shook the bottle as he came in but dropped his hand to rub over his mates head as he stood beside the couch for a moment, he didn't say anything because sometimes words weren't always needed.

A noise came from Marie making them look towards her and it had Stiles lips curving up, her eyes were on the bottle because she was a clever baby…or he was just being any other parent saying his child was clever for her age.

He held his hand out at the same time Derek held the bottle in one hand, three fingers wrapped around the bottle while his forefinger and thumb where held out along with his other hand…in a gesture for him to take his daughter.

Stiles just coughed trying to cover his amusement as they stared each other down till Marie made another noise as she fussed, both men forgot about their little stare down turning their attention to the little girl. Derek held the bottle to the Sheriff while soothing his hand over her head, dark hair held in place but a little head band while the Sheriff took the bottle adjust Marie slightly before tipping the bottle upside down over his wrist.

He placed the nipple to her lips "There you go, once you've been feed I can show you your presents." He went a little over board but it was his Granddaughter's first Christmas so he just had too.

Derek shook his head, not at the fact he got her presents but Stiles had told them that only one set got opened on Christmas Eve…and it was his, he still had some for Christmas day but he knew the Sheriff did aswell however that wasn't the point. His daughter and he got to spoil her first then the Sheriff could after him, eyes found his and he just smirked seeing the narrowing of eyes…oh yeah it was challenge accepted.

"Go put the presents under the tree." He would deal with the man later but for now he returned his attention to Marie, tracing a finger over her cheek as she sucked on the bottle and wondering eyes locked on him. He widened his eyes and made a 'putt' sound with his lips, watching the edge of her curve up as a hand slapped the bottle while the other rested against her stomach, aww his eight month old granddaughter was too cute.

Stiles opened the draw pulling the lighter out seeing Derek coming in the kitchen out the corner of his eye "So where this present you have for me?" Derek said he would love it or at least he loved it so that meant Stiles would…eventually, hopefully?

He grinned into the cupboard as he pulled the candles out, four of them "You want it now or later?" He could do now but preferred later, the kind of later when it was just them alone in bed.

"Now." He turned as he pushed the draw shut, fingers twisting the lighter over and over waiting for Derek to give him his present however when his mate placed the candles down to then lift his arms over the back of his head he laughed. He had seen his mates body a million times, loved looking at it and doing things to it but somehow he didn't think his dad's kitchen was the right place or the right time to do it "You know my dad will be finished feeding Marie soon, he will come looking."

He just hummed as he lowered his arms, the top bunched on his forearms and neckline held between his fingers and just waited, Stiles would get it eventually.

Tilting his head Stiles smirked at his mate and trailed his eyes downwards, a strong column of flesh he liked to bite made up the neck which merged into a shoulder he liked to mark but it was when his eyes strayed lower that he saw it. He felt his eyebrow raise while his eye went wide "You didn't." Yet he clearly did, he could see his name on his mates chest over the upper part of his right pectoral to be precise. His mate had been a little iffy last week and when they had sex he blindfolded him "You tricky bastard."

Derek grinned flashing his teeth "You like, I love." He hoped his mate didn't mind it too much and at least like it.

He moved around the island, fingers touching the skin where the inked letters stained the skin forming his name "Yeah I do." Stiles rubbed his middle fingertip along the ink knowing what his mate meant behind it. He only had one tattoo and that was the one on the back of his neck which Stiles knew the reason for, yet one night when his asked his mate why he didn't get his families names tattooed to him the reason was a little heart breaking. Derek said he didn't want to remember, his guilty over what happened would never go away and in time maybe when it wasn't as strong he would but for now he didn't want to see a name on his skin that made him remember.

The family he had, the one he lost.

Stiles could agree with the reason yet when he tried to say to his mate that it wasn't such a bad thing, he could look and remember the good times, happy times more than the bad his mate just shook his head, so he left it.

"I want it, even if." His throat went tight so he cough "It's won't thought." He never wanted to forget his mate and if someday (that would never happen.) he did, he wanted to remember everything, the good, the bad, the funny and the plain weird. Fingers spread over his skin as a palm rested to it before lips brushed the skin above it, when Stiles lifted his head he smiled softly and leant his face closer.

He slid his hand up, cupping his mates' neck thumb brushing along his jaw "I love it." And he did, not the fact it was just his name but the meaning behind it…although that was pretty good way to have another one of his mark on his mate, take that bitches. It was such a heady thought and he liked it, Stiles couldn't help but grin into the kiss and pressed his fingers harder into the back of Derek's neck "We will finish this later."

Derek grinned aswell but took another kiss "I know." He pulled back and slipped his top back on feeling fingers traced down the plain of his back making him think one thing, tonight would be good. Not that every night between them wasn't good but when Stiles got his wolf on, Derek found it a major turn on. Picking up the candles he followed after his mate back into the living room seeing Marie sat on the Sheriff's lap being burped "Pretty girl."

Marie's eye's lifted to his, a smile was beginning to form but then she burped loudly.

All the man gave a chuckle, when the Sheriff stood up he arranged Marie so she was higher in his arm resting against him upright "Look Grandma." He pointed at the photo of his wife, smiling when her arm reached out finger pointing…not at his photo but still.

He looked at his mother's candle vase yet found his eyes falling down to the letter where her name was, along with Beloved Wife & Mother, there was a new inscription on it saying Beloved Grandma. Stiles smiled widely "Thanks Dad." He turned toward his father wrapping him in a half hug, lips pressed to his temple and he stayed there for a moment.

"You're welcome but it was more for Marie." He offered the joke but they both knew it was for all of them, she was gone but not forgotten.

Derek looked at the candle vase that was Stiles mother's and smiled at it before frowning when the Sheriff spoke to him, a kiss what the hell?

"You want a kiss aswell for my gift." He was joking now; while he had pressed a kiss to the man's head when his granddaughter was born he didn't go around doing all the time…they had gotten to the hug and clapping each other on the back.

He looked at his mother's vase, a new inscription was on the bottom reading Beloved Grandmother and when he moved his eyes to his father he saw Beloved grandfather, along with Beloved Auntie on Laura's. It was a lovely gesture; while they may not be here anymore Marie would still grow up knowing who her family was "Thanks…but I'll pass on the kiss." He grinned at the older man.

"Wouldn't give you one anyway, all for my Grandbaby." He kissed her cheek making a smacking sound getting a laugh in return as his son pulled back to light the candles.

Stiles placed the candle in his mother's candle holder as Derek did it for his, all four where on the mantel his mother was to the left by her photo while the others followed a photo of the three of them together rested between the last two vases. He looked towards his daughter "Marie." Stiles hummed his daughter's name getting her attention and lit the candle; the flame flickered to live followed by three more.

Derek flicked the lights off before coming to stand behind his mate curving his arm around his neck pressing his lips to the skin of his neck "Merry Christmas." He looked at his mother's, Laura's and his dad candle as he said it. Stiles hummed it too "Merry Christmas." He moved his arms up curling both sets of fingers over his mates forearm and bent his head pressing a kiss to it, a few minutes he moved his eyes to Marie.

She was watching the shadows dancing on the wall, with such fascination on her face.

He moved closer pointing at the different shadows "Look."

Derek tightened his arm around his mates giving him a squeeze with one last kiss before pulling back "So let's open my presents for her."

"What?" He turned to look at the man "No, mine tonight your tomorrow."

"No, I have a dress I bought for her and she's going to wear it tomorrow so she needs to open it tonight." Moving towards his bag Derek lifted it on the table "See its right here." He pulled said dress out the bag.

The Sheriff smiled at the dress but "I bought one for her to wear." He nodded when the man shook his head in denial and stepped towards Stiles passing Marie to him before moving to another bag by his chair "Look."

Derek waited watching as he pulled out a dress and it was very nice, pretty and his daughter would look so good in it….but his was better "Mine."

The Sheriff waved his dress "Yes, Mine."

Stiles chuckled to himself as he watched them before turning his face back to his daughter finding her eyes still watching the shadows dancing, he laid her in his arms and moved closer to the mantel simple standing there letting her watch. Brown eyes moved between them seeing the different shapes from the vases and her lips curled up as she made a noise, hand touching her mouth as a foot kicked.

Curling his fingers around her small hand he bent pressing a kiss to it "Merry Christmas baby girl." He stayed standing there letting his daughter watch the shadows as his mate and father bickered over whose dress she got to wear. Warmth spreading through his chest at the feeling of being surrounded by his family, past and present along with new additions.

Hope you enjoyed it and it wasn't too bad.

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