After Stiles shower he lazily pulled his underwear on and hen his very loose plaid PJ pants; and a long sleeve Hanley. Stiles sighed as he headed out of his bathroom and jumped into bed. I wasn't long until Stiles eyes shut closed and he found sleep. His sleeping has become increasingly valuable and precious. When Jethro was just a baby, he'd cry when Stiles set him in the crib, he'd always cry for every little noise he heard.

Expect when Stiles was the one making the noise.

- "Hush, Jethro, Daddy's here," Stiles said as he reached into the fluffed out crib. It's the last time he lets his father and Melissa shop for him. Though Stiles was glad that Melissa was the one that bought all the clothes and diaper bags, when his father was involves, well the man as lost as to what he needed to buy.

Stiles rocked Jethro in his arms; falling asleep to the sound of Jethro's mumbles. When Jethro was asleep, Stiles placed a kiss on the boy's head and set him quickly in his crib. Soon after he was in the kitchen calling his father—

"Stiles?" His Dad's voice was soothing with a slight hitch in concern.

"Hey Dad, what are you up too?"

"It's almost 2:30 in the morning, Stiles."

"Oh, I wasn't really paying attention, I was just rocking Jethro—Dad, I don't know why he's so attached? He's quiet, but he cried when a branch hits his window, or he cries when the dog walks past his bedroom door for water, Dad-"

"Stiles, he's different, you saved his life. He probably knows it," His father's voice is gruff but very calm and relaxed. He lets out a sigh, "Yeah, Thanks Dad," Stiles smiled sheepishly. His father chuckles.

"He's a beautiful healthy boy, Stiles. You're parenting is fine." His father paused, thinking about his next words. "You're mother would've been proud, She would've loved Jethro,"

Stiles felt his chest tighten, but not in the 'I'm about to have a panic attack,' it as a warm tightening. The thought of his mother's smile as she held Jethro; Yeah, that's was something Stiles wish he could've seen. "Thanks dad," they shared a good-by e and Stiles was off to sleep.

~ "Daddy," A soft voice came to Stiles' ears, he grumbled and turned to his side, "Daddy, there's noses outside" a small hand touches he's cheek, "Daddy," the word was dragged out in a whine. Stiles opened his eyes lazily, he sees his son right in front of him; Jethro's thin eyebrows knitted together, his pale skin was slightly flushed like he was crying. Stiles sat up as quickly as he could and scooped his son n his arms. "What's wrong, Bud?"

"The noses outside, it's loud," His child held his bear in his arms as he covered his ears. "Noses? Jethro, you mean noises?"

"Yes, Daddy, the noses," Stiles didn't want to laugh at his son's words. Stiles just smiled and hugged him. "Let's go see what's going on," Stiles sets Jethro down and walking out of his room. His son followed righ behind him.

When Stiles made it to his front door, he hears yelling; but he couldn't hear it before. "Stay inside, okay," Stiles pats his son's head and heads out. When he looked over across the yard, there was a Uhaul parked in front of the vacant house and two very attractive people yelling with their arms in the air.

Stiles didn't like it, no one bit, especially if it made his son cry. He waltz over to the arguing couple.

"Uh, hey, guys." Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, Pj's were the worst to were when wanting to be serious. The two looked over at him almost like he was the reason they were fighting. When Stiles took a good look at the man, his breath was hitched. The man was are beyond attractive, his eyes are a beautiful hazel eyes; his face was twisted in a scowl.

"Er, hi. I'm sorry I've disturbed your fighting, but your yelling is-"

"Bothering you?" he woman asked, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms. "Uh, no. I have a son with really sensitive ears, and I'd really like it if you didn't yell," Stiles gestured out to both of them. Stiles didn't care if they were damn right beautiful people. Especially that guy; Damn him and his perfect cheek bones, even his hair, dark and seems to be soft and—

No, no. Stiles wasn't checking him out.

"You have a son?" The woman asked. Stiles looked her warily.

"Yes," He answered

"Aww, I'm really sorry, I was just arguing with my baby brother," Her frown was a smile before Stiles could blink. She held out her hand "I'm Laura," Stiles shook her hand and smiled. "Stiles," He nodded.

They stood quietly for a moment, "Well, uh, thanks for the understanding and nice meeting you. And, Er, welcome to the neighborhood," Stiles waved as he walked back to his home. Before he was out of ear shot she said, "He's cute"

Stiles smiled and walked back to his home. As he walked in, Jethro was sitting on the living room couch coiled around his teddy bear. "How's the little man?" Stiles held his elbows and smiled down at his son. "They were loud, Daddy," he spoke into the bear.

"Well, I got them to stop," The boy looked up at Stiles and smiled. "Breakfast?" He asked. Jethro giggled, the sound woke stiles up completely; Jethro ran to the kitchen with his bear in hand and jumped up to his booster chair.