P: It was on purpose.

A/N: I can post reviews for myself. I did. Yea... Anyhow, Tumblr is ruining my life. That shit is funny as hell but... for instance, I have just spent the last 2 hrs blogging about other blogs blogging about other blogs... T.T Damn.

Watching The Mentalist but even I got annoyed with Jane's obsession with Red John! (I love the Jane/John thing as well as the red in every episode's title – it's really childlike and awesome). If you've never watched the Mentalist, you have no idea what I'm saying right now xD

Disclaimer: Extremely short. Probably. Family feels.

DSD # 35: Kids

Derek emerged from the trees, walking up the hill to where Stiles lay under the tree underneath the warmth of the sun. Stiles had his eyes closed and his arms under his head, but Derek could tell from the way that Stiles tensed up when he neared that Stiles was awake.

"Stiles," Derek said. Derek wanted to ask Stiles what was wrong, but he didn't know how to start. Ever since that dinner with his family, Stiles had been acting weird. He was pretty sure that his Uncle Peter probably said something to Stiles, and knowing Stiles, Stiles probably took what Peter said, whatever he said, to heart.

Stiles had been acting distant and irate lately, and it was scaring the children. Isaac had been the first to notice. The other day, Isaac had gone up to Stiles and asked him if anything was wrong. Stiles snapped at him but immediately apologized and told him nothing was wrong. It was very unconvincing.

The atmosphere in the house got a little awkward after that and even little Erica stopped being as bratty as she normally was. Her seventh birthday was coming up in two days and usually she would been running around the house demanding things for her birthday; this year she hadn't uttered more than a peep about her birthday.

Derek knew that Stiles would never consciously hurt them, but Stiles' brooding was starting to affect everybody.

"Stiles, I know you're awake," Derek tried again, sitting down beside Stiles.

Stiles let out a small sigh without opening his eyes. "Yes, Derek?"

"What's wrong?" Derek asked.

"Nothing," Stiles answered a little too fast.

A moment of silence stretched out between them.

"Stiles, what did Peter say to you?"

Stiles turned away as Derek tried to peer into his eyes. "Nothing."

"Stiles, please. You're starting to scare me."

Suddenly, Stiles sat up and glared at Derek.

"Stiles, you're also starting to scare the children."

At that, Stiles' glare softened and turned to the grass where his hands were.

"I am?"

"What did Peter say to you?"

After a while, Derek didn't think that Stiles was going to say anything. Stiles' eyes looked too far gone, maybe remembering what Peter had said.

"Derek, you've always wanted children, right?" Stiles asked abruptly, eyes snapping up to Derek's once again. Derek nodded and opened his mouth to speak. Stiles placed his open palm up, silencing him.

"I... I can," Stiles paused a moment, his brown eyes watery and volatile, "never..."

Blinking a few times, Derek finally understood what Stiles was getting at. "What are you talking about Stiles?" Derek grinned. Misinterpreting Derek's grin, Stiles snarled at Derek, "I can never give you children! And you're an alpha! You're supposed to have a pack and–"

"Oh, Stiles! Stiles!" Derek laughed and drew a very reluctant Stiles into a long hug.

"What? What is so funny?" Stiles hissed quietly, all his anger evaporated by the hug.

"Come on, let's go home. I want to show you something," Derek said.

Hand in hand, Derek led Stiles back to their cottage in the middle of the forest. The sun was slowly setting and a warming light flowed out from the windows. A pile of smoke floated out of the chimney. Boyd, their eldest son – he was nine – probably lit the fireplace.

When Derek opened the heavy, wooden front door, three little children were lined up and waiting for their return. The little munchkins all snuck looks at Stiles, wondering if he were all better or not.

"Hi, papas. Welcome home!" Isaac exclaimed grinning.

Stiles looked incredulously from Isaac to Erica and Boyd to Derek and back.

"Oh god, I've been so stupid," Stiles cried, hiding his embarrassment in the crook of Derek's shoulder. Then, eyes watery with happiness, Stiles pecked a quick kiss on Derek's lips.

"Yes, just a little," Derek replied. Waving his hands to the three little children to come over, Derek said, "Come on. Family hug!"

The three little children all came tackling Derek and Stiles, giggling and howling bouts of laughter.

The end.

A/N: Do you need me to spell what happened out for you? Stiles is a guy. Peter told Stiles that Derek wanted children and more than hinted that Stiles couldn't give Derek children cuz he's a guy. Stiles, being the idiot that he is, really believed Peter (who was probably just trying to mess with Stiles). Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are adopted werewolf babies. They were strays that were ultimately picked up by Derek and Stiles. Stiles went home and realized that he did have children. They all hugged it out. The end. Well hope that sorted out any questions you may or may not have had on the drabble.

So, yay for family feels.

Song of the Day: "Off to the races" by Lana Del Rey. I heard it on the Mentalist (somewhere in one of the last episodes of the fourth season) when Summer was listening to it. Speaking of Summer – why did they have to kick her off the show? I loved her. I fucking. Loved. Her. XD She was so sassy.

Word of the day: predilection (def: preference). I was reading Home by Lanaea and I remembered that I learned this word from that story (and from Hitchiker's guide to the galaxy). I love her story. Reading her story is like coming home. Check it out!

Nothing else to say. Nyquil really is awesome. Knocked me out. Feeling lots better today so it's all good.

Later, my loves!~