You know what I love, when I start writing and everything comes together and I don't get frustrated halfway through said writing. I love that. So this one wrote very quickly, I did cut it a few times but not too much, I didn't struggle. I had the Weight by the Band playing in the background. Actually it was Jensen Ackles singing the song, let me just say, that man's voice, squeee and swooon.

Warnings: A slight, slight mention of male preg. I think, maybe.

Summary: Emerson's first day of preschool and Separation Anxiety ensues

The Stinliski-Hale family was currently seated at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Emerson eating what he normally had for breakfast which was toast, cereal and milk, the little boy making car noises as he brought the food to his mouth and munched on it. "Em," Derek said not looking up from his newspaper "no playing, you've got preschool."

Emerson nodded, as he stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth. "Irst ay"

Stiles shook his head, "Hey little man, no talking with food in your mouth."

Derek grinned, he put his newspaper down, "He gets that from you babe."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Oh bite me Derek."

"No daddy, no bite Papa Emerson said.

Derek laughed, he reached over and ruffled his son's hair, "Alright, I won't."

Emerson grinned up at Derek and returned his attention back to his cereal. Stiles watched as his son scooped up some cereal and stuffed it into his mouth. He smiled at the site but somewhere deep down his heart sank a little in his chest. It was Emerson's first day of preschool and he didn't know how to feel about it. He was excited of course, this was a major milestone in his son's life but at the same time he did not want to let him go. "Papa," Emerson said turning his attention to the brunette.

Stiles smiled at the little boy, "Yeah?"

"I'm done."

Stiles nodded. "Okay, why don't you go get ready for school?"

Emerson hopped down from his seat. "Papa, I want you to help."

"Alright, go on, I'll be up in a minute."

Stiles watched as Emerson dashed out of the kitchen and he could hear his footsteps stomping up the stairs. "You okay?" Derek asked as he eyed his mate.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You sure?"

Stiles nodded. "I'm sure."

"Last chance?"

"I'm sure Derek."

Derek frowned as he watched Stiles walk out of the kitchen and he heard his footsteps ascend the stairs. He knew his mate was lying, he could hear the spike in the brunette's heartbeat, not to mention the, anxiety, sadness and panic that was coming off of him in mini waves. He listened carefully until he heard him talking to Emerson before he got up from the kitchen table. "Oh Stiles, when are you going to learn that you can't hide anything from me."

He ascended the stairs and entered his son's bedroom he could here Stiles talking to him. He leaned against the door frame and watched the two.

"Remember what we talked about," Stiles said softly.

Emerson nodded. "Mhmm, nice hands, and nice words."

Stiles smiled. "Good."

"No werewolves, right papa?"

"No, no werewolves."

Emerson smiled and pointed to himself. "I'll be good Papa I promise."

"I know you will."

"I'm a big boy now, right?"

Stiles forced a smile, he leaned over and placed a kiss on Emerson's forehead and enveloped him in a hug. "Yeah, yeah you are."

Emerson reached a hand up and gripped at Stiles shirt. "I still little man?"

"Yeah, you'll still be my little man."

Derek smiled, he pushed himself off from the doorframe and entered the room, "Alright then little man, are you ready to go?"

"Yep I ready!"

"Can you go get your shoes on and wait by the garage door?" Derek asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, go on, Papa and I will be down in a minute."

Emerson nodded as he ran out of the room, and stomped down the stairs. Derek turned his attention to Stiles who was seated on their son's bed. He walked over and knelt down in front of the brunette, he placed one hand on Stiles' knee, the other he used to run through his mate's hair. "Stiles," Derek said softly.

"I'm okay," Stiles whispered.

Derek frowned, "Stiles, you know I can tell when you're lying."

Stiles nodded.

Derek brought two fingers under Stiles' chin and tilted his head up so that they were looking at each other. The brunette was holding back tears and was biting at his lip. Derek immediately knew something was up, Stiles only did this when he was upset, nervous or close to having a panic attack. "Stiles, what's wrong?"

Stiles whimpered, "Does he have to go?"

"Oh Stiles, is this what this is about?"

Stiles nodded as he threw himself into Derek's arms, the lycan catching him easily, arms circling Stiles' waist holding him close. "I don't want him to go."

Derek smiled, "Stiles, he has to go, he's ready to go."

"I know, I know he's ready."

"Alright, then what's the problem?"

"I'm not ready."

Derek pulled back a little and looked Stiles straight in the eye. "Stiles," he said, some firmness in his voice as if was talking to Emerson. "Stiles, he's going to be fine, I'm freaking out too, of course I don't want him to go but it has to be done."

"He grew up to fast."

Derek nodded, "But he's still going to be our little man."

"I know."

Derek placed a kiss on Stiles' forehead. "He knows all the rules, he knows no biting, no werewolf talk, and he's still too young to wolf out."

Stiles sighed, "I know, it's just-"

"He'll fine, you'll be fine, you need to let him go, this is just preschool he's not moving away."

"Okay."

"Alright, you ready to go, Emerson's waiting."

"Yeah, let's go."

Emerson jumped up down by his parents as he watched the other kids around him. He looked up at Stiles and Derek who were talking to his teacher. His eyes scanned the room and they immediately zoned in on the box of trains that was set on one of the shelves. He let go of Stiles' hand and made to go for the train set but was stopped when Derek sent him a look. The little boy sighed and stayed where he was at as he continued to stare at the train set when he was interrupted by his teacher. A middle aged women with blonde hair knelt down in front of him. "Hi there, Emerson."

Emerson grinned. "Hi."

"I'm your teacher my names Miss Judy."

"Hi Miss Judy."

Emerson's eyes shifted to the train set. "I play trains, please?"

Miss Judy laughed, "Yeah, go on ahead."

Emerson grinned and he ran off to the trains. Stiles sighed and he felt his heart drop in his chest. Derek noticed right away and he reached over taking a hold of his mate's hand. He smiled reassuringly and squeezed the brunette's hand. "Do you guys have any questions?" Miss Judy asked.

Derek shook his head, "Nope, I don't."

Stiles shook his head as well. "No."

"You guys are welcome to stay for a few if you like."

"Maybe another time we have things to do," Derek said.

Miss Judy nodded. "Well, I hope you have a good day."

Derek nodded and flashed Miss Judy a smile, "Thanks, you too."

Derek tugged at Stiles' hand, "Hey," he whispered, "he'll be fine."

Stiles nodded and let out a pained sigh, "I know."

"Emerson," Derek called out, "Papa and Dad are leaving."

Emerson looked from his position on the floor, "Oh! Wait!" he cried out.

Emerson bolted up and with ease dodged around the tables and chairs as he ran into Derek's outstretched arms. Derek hugged the boy tight and placed a kiss on the boy's temple. "Hey you be a good boy okay."

Emerson nodded. "I will, I promise."

"Okay good, I love you."

"I love you too daddy."

"Say bye to Papa."

Emerson nodded as Stiles enveloped the little boy in a tight hug. Stiles placed a kiss on Emerson's cheek, "Bye Em, you listen to your teacher okay," Stiles said.

"I will Papa."

"I love you," Stiles said, voice cracking a bit.

Emerson hugged Stiles one more time, letting out a content sigh, "I love you too Papa, I miss you."

"I'll miss you too, but I'll see you later okay."

"Mhmm, bye Papa."

Stiles placed the little boy down and he watched as he ran back to the train set. He let out a shaky sigh as Derek put his arm around his shoulder and guided them out of the classroom. He waited till they were seated in the car it was then that he reached over and brought Stiles into a gentle kiss. "Hey, you okay," Derek breathed.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

Derek reached a hand up and ran it through the younger man's hair "I was afraid you were going to have a panic attack in there, your heart was beating erratically."

Stiles forced a smile, "It helped a little when you grabbed my hand."

"He'll do great, trust me."

"I do."

Derek grinned, "I feel like I should be having this conversation with Emerson, I thought he'd be the one with separation anxiety."

Stiles couldn't help it, he smiled a little, "Shut up," he whispered.

Derek leaned back in his seat and started the car and peeled out of the parking spot, "But no" he said, his no exaggerated a bit, as he let it ring off, "No, Papa is the one with separation anxiety."

Stiles was laughing now and Derek turned grinning at him, eye brows raised as if he was waiting for Stiles rebuttal. Stiles reached over, he grasped Derek's hand, and he brought it to lips and placed a kiss on the werewolf's knuckles. "Thanks Der."

"No problem Stiles, just glad to you smiling again."

"When we have another one he or she is not going anywhere, I swear to you, I will not go through this again."

Derek slammed on the breaks, thankful that they weren't on the road yet. "What?"

Stiles was laughing again, "Just drive Derek."