HOLY CRAP! I noticed that I was slacking in this story. I've had major writers block, with coming up with chapters from this story. I got ideas but they just won't write at all. I mean I have ideas but they won't get down on paper. Plus I've been distracted, personal things and mainly writer's block. (And cause I've been hit with the crazy cause I'm trying to write a Jackson and Stiles fic).

Anyways, someone submitted this idea. A family day at the beach. I had to work with it a little to make it writeable and here is the result. I got I think three more ideas brewing and I'm working on them. Slowly but surely.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters. I do own Emerson though.

Warning: Mention of male pregnancy

Summary: A day at the beach, a little conversation and some childish antics

Stiles watched from his position on the blanket as his son scooped up sand and piled it onto a bucket. Derek sat a few feet away talking to Scott. Stiles assumes they are talking sports or their next training session, it's most likely the latter. His attention turns back to Allison who is asking him how Derek handled his pregnancy.

Stiles grins, he looks over at Derek to make sure he isn't eavesdropping and turns back to Allison, "Well he fainted when I told him."

Allison laughs, "He did, like legit.

Stiles nods. "Yep, I told him and bam" Stiles claps his hands together, "he faints."

"Hey! I was caught off guard!" Derek interjects.

Stiles waves him off, "Go back to talking with Scott, this is clearly a Allison and Stiles conversation."

Derek sticks his tongue out at his mate before he turns back to Scott who is grinning like an idiot. "Not a word!" he growls out.

Scott nods. "Yes sir, Mr. Alpha Sir."

Derek looked at Scott for a moment, hands reach up to flick his ear, "So anyways, as I was saying…"

Emerson eyes the adults with interest, his mind trying to comprehend what they are talking about. He understands a little, he knows his papa is talking about him and that his dad is talking about werewolves but the words swirl around in his head. The thing that he doesn't understand is why no one is playing. They are at the beach and he seems to be the only one that grasps the concept of making a mess.

He looks at his Papa for a moment, and he knows that bothering him is out of the question. He looks way to busy talking to his Aunt Allison about, the little boy racks his brain for a moment, what's the word, he doesn't remember. But he knows that his Aunt is having a baby so that's an important conversation. It has to be. Plus his Papa, even though he is fun to play with, his dad's is the one that is the best to mess with.

So Emerson looks over at his dad, werewolves and he knows that word to well. Because he knows that he isn't supposed to talk about it with other people, only with his family, or as his dad puts it, with the pack. They can talk about werewolves anytime they want, and plus his dad is the one he wants to target.

Emerson fills up his blue bucket with sand and once it's full he lifts is up, with care he wobbles over to Derek and dumps the sand on top of the werewolf's head. Scott's eyes widen, and his mouth opens in shock before he's on the ground howling in laughter. Derek turned to his son who was grinning at him, Derek couldn't help it, grinned back and Emerson dropped the bucket and ran back a few feet as Derek reached over to grab him.

"Emerson John," Derek called, "you get back here."

"No!"

Derek shot up from the ground and Emerson squealed. He ran to Stiles immediately jumping on to the brunettes back. "Papa help!" he cries out.

"Hmm, why did you dump sand on dad?" Stiles asked.

"I want to," Emerson answers with a grin.

"Ah," Stiles says, his hand reaching up to unlatch his son.

"No!" Emerson cried out.

Derek was by the pair in seconds, his hand reach out to grab his son by the waist. "Ah! No!" Emerson cried out in laughter.

"Gotcha!" Derek said a grin on his face.

"No! No! down! Put me down!" Emerson said as he squirmed in his dad's grasp.

Derek turns the boy so he's upside down, he grips his legs, holding it tight and tickles the little boy on the stomach. Emerson squeals and laughs. "Papa, help!" he cries out.

Stiles laughs and eyes his son, "Nope, sorry Papa is staying out of this one."

Emerson huffs but it looks weird since he is fighting back laughter. His arms stick out and grip at Derek's legs, an idea suddenly appears in his mind. He twists his body and opens his mouth wide and Derek yelps in pain when he feels his son biting into his leg. Derek loses his grip and his heart seizes in his chest when Emerson tumbles to the ground. "Emerson," he cries out.

"Hah!" Emerson says, not fazed by the drop at all.

Derek shakes his head and takes chase after his son who runs off laughing, "Nana can't me."

Stiles rolls his eyes but watches with a big smile as Derek chases after his son, the little boy turning his head every once in a while to look back at his dad. Stiles knows Derek is pulling back and giving Emerson a chance. "He's really good with him," Allison comments.

Stiles nods. "Yeah, he was scared at first."

"I think Scott is too, even though he won't admit it, I can tell."

"He'll be fine," Stiles assures her, "trust me, once the kid is born, the paternal instincts will kick in, the wolf part in him will help."

"That's what he's afraid of."

Stiles nods he turns his attention back to Derek and his Son. They continued to play chase but Scott had joined in on the fun. "Derek was like that, he has wolfed out once and Emerson was scared at first but then thought it was the coolest thing in the world. I think he has some werewolf blood in him."

"How?"

"When he gets angry, his eyes flash green."

Allison nods. "Was Derek like always, how shall I put nicely. A pause. "Was he crazy when you were pregnant?"

Stiles smiles. "Oh he was all sorts of crazy, constantly making sure I was okay, if I needed anything he was on it, you guys saw it during one of our pack meetings if anyone went near my stomach he'd growl in anger."

"It has to be a werewolf thing." Allison says, "Jackson and Lydia came over the other day, when Jackson came over to hug me, Scott growled at him."

"Oh yeah, Scott will be fine, trust me."

A cry breaks their conversation and the pair turn their attention back to three boys who are were no longer chasing each other. Scott was laid out on the sand, flat on his back with a grinning Emerson sitting on top of chest. Derek standing above them, a grin on his face, "Nice job Em," Derek says.

Scott huffs out, eyes glaring at the older werewolf, "So does Stiles know that you're teaching him how to do this?"

Derek turns his attention to Stiles, he flashes him a smile then looks back at Scott, "Yes and no. Besides the only thing I taught him is how to tackle and jump from things."

Scott rolls his eyes, he looks up at Emerson who's grinning down at him, "Hey Em, can you get off me please?"

Emerson shakes his head. "No!" he barks out.

Derek laughs. "Good job buddy, remember, keep your weight on his chest, feet planted in the ground right?"

Emerson nods. "Yes."

"Emerson if you get off, Uncle Scott will help you get your dad."

Emerson's eyes widen, he looks to his dad then to Scott. He nods and scrambles off Scott and before Derek could respond he feels the wind being knocked out of him. Emerson tackling Derek to the ground, little arms going around the werewolf's legs, just like his dad taught him. Derek groans in pain as his back makes contact with the sand and he finds himself looking up at a pair of brown eyes. "I got you!" Emerson cries out.

Derek goes to reach a hand up to tickle the boy but Emerson's hands are their first and they're holding him down, little hands gripping at Derek's wrist. Scott is now the one hovering above the pair. "Wow, you did a good job teaching him how to tackle dude."

Derek growls, "Shut up," he mumbles.

"Well, I think I'll leave you two, I need a break and I got sand in my hair that I'd like out."

Derek watches with glaring eyes as Scott walks back over to Stiles and Allison. He turns his attention back to his son. "Well?" Derek says.

Emerson just grins. "You catch me again?"

"You have to get off first."

Emerson slowly let's go of his dad's wrist and Derek immediately brings his hand up to grip Emerson at the waist. The little boy squealing as he's thrown into the air. "Daddy!" he cries out, "not fair."

The sun was beginning to set as the group made their way back to their cars. Emerson was trying to stay awake as he walked along side Stiles. Stiles noticed quickly and he bent over and picked him, "Hey, say by to Uncle Scott and Auntie Allison," he said gently.

Emerson nodded. "Bye Uncle Ottie, bye Auntie Allie."

Allison smiled, she reached over and gave the little boy a kiss. "Bye Em."

Scott ruffled the boy's hair. "Later little guy, it was fun playing today."

Emerson nodded in agreement as he watched the two climb into their car. Stiles waved goodbye as he placed his son in his booster seat. From the corner of his eye he saw Derek saying bye to the pair before they drove out of the parking lot. "Can you drive?" Derek asked as he packed the things in the car.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, sure."

Derek slid into the passenger seat. "So what you and Allison talk about?"

Stiles slid into the driver's seat and slammed the door. "Pregnancy stuff."

"How's she doing?"

"Good, she's happy, Scott's happy but he's also acting like you were when I was pregnant."

"Well I don't blame him, we talked about that for a bit but it was just way, way to awkward."

"I think he'll be fine though."

Derek nods in agreement. "I think so too."

Silence fell over them and the only thing that could be heard was their breathing. Stiles' mind wandered to what they did earlier that day. How childish Derek was with Emerson and how Scott was too. His mind also wandered to the conversation he had with Allison. He loved it, the family feeling, the closeness. "Hey Derek," Stiles said softly breaking the silence.

Nothing.

Stiles looked over at his mate and smiled at site. The lycan was passed out, his head leaned against the window, mouth open slightly. He turned his head to the backseat and noticed Emerson was asleep also and in a similar position as his dad. Stiles shook his head, "And he tells me Emerson is more like me."