"We are not naming her Lydia!"

"It's not cuz of her I just like the name,"

"Lydia is not going to magically fall in love with you if you name your baby sister after her,"

"It was just an idea... anyway we have spent the first three months of her life referring to her as 'it' or 'the baby' how much longer can we go on like this? She can't spend her life being referred to as 'it',"

The two boys sat in their kitchen, Stiles was holding the 3 month old baby in his arms while trying to get her to drink the bottle full of milk melissa had left before getting her first early night since before she had the baby, while John was working in his office next door.

"Hey man your holding her weirdly,"

"I am not!"

"yes you are, you're not holding her head up,"

"Ok mr alpha wolf, let's see you try it,"

"She'll start crying if I hold her," Scott said gloomily "she always does,"

"blamblam," the baby interjected keen to be part of the conversation

"Hey don't start getting down about it, Deaton said it's normal for babies to get freaked out around... you know... wolfy people,"

"I know it's some sort of pheremone thing or whatever, but I just want to be able to hold my baby sister without making her cry,"

"think about it this way, when she's grown your gonna be the cool werewolfy big brother and you'll definitely be her favourite,"

"don't say that,"

"not it's fine because when she's grown I am gonna be the attractive older brother with a car that all her friends have a crush on,"

"your forgetting I have a motorbike,"

"which I could crush to oblivion with the were-jeep," he looked down at the little girl "isn't that right unnamed light of my life," he cooed down to her causing Scott to smirk. "come on dude try feeding her while you hold her, she might get distracted by the feeding bit instead of focusing on the wet dog smell,"

"I really don't think that'll work,"

"peekooooooo," she sang loudly

"just try," Stiles looked so hopeful holding the baby and the bottle out to him. Scott tentatively reached out and took her from Stiles taking the bottle in his other hand. She looked up at Scott with big brown eyes and smacked her lips expectantly, he cautiously lowered the bottle to her and she grabbed at it with her gums and began sucking away contentedly.

"hey, hey it's me... your brother," he mumbled quietly to her as she sat in his arms making weird slurping sounds. He could help but grin down at her, this was the longest he's held her for before she'd started -

"BWAAAAHHHHHH!,"

crying. The weight in Scott's stomach seemed to sink back down, how the hell can you keep a baby in the same house as a werewolf, he thought terrible idea.

"oh dude I'm sorry, give her here,"

"NNGGYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"It's ok Stiles, do you mind if I go up to bed, can you..."

"Yep sure, go get some beauty sleep buddy,"

Scott turned out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs , monsters and babies never mix well. A little voice sneered at him from the back of his head.

3:23 am

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Scott was jerked awake, next door the baby was screaming her little head off. I'll leave it to a human. He thought.

"NNGGGGYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" she was really going for it tonight. He inhaled, fear and hunger his senses told him.

"dammit," he cursed dragging himself out of bed and next door to her room. Stumbling over something fluffy in the dark "ok, hi it's me Scott," he said tiredly to the screaming infant. She stopped crying suddenly and stared at him, her eyes shining in the darkness. Scott began to move towards the cot and she instantly began again.

"MMMAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!,"

He inhaled deeply, scared, lost, she felt lost? She was at home where could she- oh- feeling around on the floor his hand closed around the squashy object from earlier.- A cuddly wolf – he smiled -cute- walking over to the cot he placed the tiny wolf next to her which she grabbed at still screaming loudly. "what the hell do you want?" he groaned putting his head in his hands. He stared down at the infant- ok say she wasn't scared of me what would I do- he considered for a moment -here goes nothing.

He sat cross legged in front of the cot and looked at her through the wooden bars took a deep breath in and-

"oh mandy, why you came and you gave without taking, but I sent you away oh mandy," he sang softly. Her crying continued "why you kissed me and stopped me from shaking, and I need you today, oh mandy," and then came the miracle to end all miracles. She stopped crying. "I'm standing on the edge of time, walked away when love was mine," Scott started grinning as he sang, the baby blinked at him confusedly before letting out a quiet "blorp," he chuckled as he carried on singing to her.

"Caught up in a world of uphill climbing, the tears are in my eyes," she wriggled around in her blankets, reaching for his face, he poked a finger through the bars which she grabbed

"and I've forgotten the words, oh mandy," he trailed off quietly.

"boboo be boop," she mumbled

"I'm not that scary am I," he cooed she continued to emit burbling noises while pulling on his finger.

"Barry Manilow? Really?" a voice behind him made him jump, Melissa stood in the doorway.

"it was the first song I could think of," he said shrugging

"nice job Scotty,"

"thanks mom," they shared a smile for a momentarily.

"now get your butt back to bed, you have school tomorrow,"

collapsing back on his bed the little voice from earlier seemed to have disappeared- It's true- he thought – monsters and babies don't mix well... but I'm not a monster- he grinned into his pillow.