So it's been a while but I've had major writers block. I got like several like snippets/chapters that I'm writing all at once because my mind is just not cooperating. I am working on it slowly but surely. I promise you guys I promise when I get to it, the ideas you sent will be posted! But I was laying in my bed today and this just came to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own Derek and Stiles.

Warning: Tilt your head to the lift and squint and you should be able to see the mention of male preg.

Summary: Emerson doesn't want to sleep, so he insists that Derek tells him a story. So Derek does.

Derek leaned against the headboard of his son's bed, holding the book Where the Wild things Are in his hands. Emerson lay beside him listening intently to his dad read the story. The lycan changed his voice in appropriate places which caused Emerson to squeal in delight. Derek turned the last page of the book. "Alright little man, time for bed," Derek said as he placed the book on his son's bedside table.

"Again."

Derek sighed. "Emerson I've read it twice already."

"I not tired yet."

"Yeah, but dad is, he had a long day at work."

"Nother story then."

"Alright one more story, go pick it out from your book shelf."

Emerson shook his head. "No, make one."

"You want me to make up a story?" Derek asked.

Emerson nodded. "Mhmm, Papa do it all the time."

Derek sighed. "Clearly, you have Papa wrapped around your finger."

"What?"

Derek shook his head. "Alright, I'll tell you a story."

"What's it about?"

"Just listen okay."

Emerson nodded. "I be good listener."

Derek shifted his position and laid down fully on the bed, one arm behind his head the other holding his son close. He looked up at the ceiling and hoped that story he was about to tell would lull his son to sleep.

There was this town and everyone in that town knew each other. They were all friends. This town had a Sheriff. Now the Sheriff, he had one son whom he loved a lot. That was the one the thing that kept him grounded. The Sheriff's son's name was Stiles.

Emerson grinned. "Like Papa."

Derek smiled. "Yeah, just like Papa."

So Stiles, well Stiles was he was different from anyone else in the town. Very bright, loved putting puzzles together, map out things but at the same time was very uncoordinated. One day Stiles met someone and for some unknown reason, Stiles felt the need to annoy yet get to know this person. And that person was Derek Hale.

Derek could feel the grin and happiness that radiated off of his son. Emerson was still awake but judging by his movements and heartbeat, he was slowly drifting off into slumber.

So Stiles set off, on a mission to get Derek's attention. But Derek wanted nothing to do with Stiles, because well he found Stiles annoying and all over the place and just couldn't stand him at all.

"You love Papa?"

Derek smiled "Course I love Papa, but this, this was a different Derek."

Emerson nodded. "Oh okay."

"Just listen Em, it gets better."

"Okay."

But one day, Derek got in trouble, see Derek got shot by a special bullet. And if they didn't help him fast, well bad things would happen.

"That's not better, that bad," Emerson commented.

"I know but it'll get better Em, it will."

So, Derek was shot but Stiles took care of him. Put up with Derek's threats, the pushing and the mean looks and Derek didn't say thank you when Stiles went home. But later on Derek went to Stiles' house. He found Stiles alone, he was shooting at his celling with his nerf guns. Derek said he was sorry for being mean to Stiles.

Derek looked down at his son, the boy had his eyes kept on closing, fighting off sleep "Finish the story daddy," Emerson mumbled.

Stiles accepted the apology and offered Derek a nerf gun so he could shoot at the ceiling too. And then Derek said thank you to Stiles for helping him. That was when Derek found himself not hating Stiles anymore. In fact he was actually starting to like him.

"I like this part," Emerson whispered.

They start hanging out in Stiles' room shooting nerf gun bullets because they liked being around each other. Then Derek found out that he liked Stiles, he liked him a lot. So Derek told Stiles and he was happy because Stiles liked him back. But one night, Stiles said something to Derek that would start a chain reaction of change in both of their lives.

Derek looked down at his son and smiled. The little boy had his eyes shut. Derek sighed he moved to get up but a voice stopped him, "No daddy, finish."

Derek sighed. "Sorry thought you were asleep."

"Finish story," Emerson murmured.

Derek nodded. "Alright little man, I'll finish the story."

One night, Derek entered Stiles' room like he always did and he noticed that Stiles was scared. Derek lay besides Stiles on the bed. Derek asking Stiles if he was okay because he truly cared about him, he cared about him a lot. Stiles was nervous. He had told Derek that he loved him and he was scared. Scared because he thought Derek was going to hurt him. But Derek couldn't do that, he wouldn't do that. He wanted to protect Stiles because loved him too. So he told Stiles that he loved him too and that night they kissed, it was their first one too.

Derek looked down at his son, ears focusing on the little boy's heartbeat. He was asleep. Derek smiled and looked up at the ceiling, even though the little boy was asleep he continued the story. The lycan was unaware that Stiles was leaning against the doorway listening.

The next night Stiles had asked Derek a question. He had asked Derek if they were together. Derek simply answered by asking Stiles one question. And that one question was one that would change their lives forever. He had asked Stiles to be his mate. Derek was thrilled when Stiles said yes because he found his mate. He found the person he'd be spending forever with. From that day on, Stiles was everything to Derek. Stiles was his mate, his lover, his friend, and later on his husband.

"And in some shocking way he'd be carrying their child," Stiles said with a smile.

Derek looked over at Stiles. "Hey," the older man said with a smile.

Stiles walked into the room, he leaned over placing a kiss on his son's forehead. "I see he convinced you to make up a story."

Derek nodded, he sat up and covered Emerson up with a blanket and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. "Yeah, except I couldn't make one up, so I just settled for telling him on how we got together."

Stiles smiled. "It was good, I liked it."

"When did you get here?"

"I got to the part where I told you that I was falling in love with you."

Derek grinned. "So you got to the good part."

Stiles nodded. "Mhmm."

Derek stood up. He grabbed Stiles by his waist and pulled him close. He placed a gentle kiss on his mate's lips. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Stiles whispered back.

Derek turned his attention to his son. "I'm glad we have him."

Stiles nodded. "You're good with him Derek."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you really are," Stiles said with a smile as he released himself from Derek's hold. "Come on, let's go to bed, I'm tired and I bet you are too."

Derek nodded and allowed Stiles to pull him out of their son's bedroom. Before leaving he shut off the lights. He glanced at his son one more time and shut the door quietly and followed Stiles into their bedroom to retire of the night.