*gasp* Another update, and the wait wasn't that long. I'm thinking maybe I should've waited. But then I thought to myself, naw that's crazy talk. So I was hit with an epiphany, hmm yes I think that would be the right word. No, wait. I was hit with an idea. There, that's more like it. Anyways, in my last chapter (The Super Daddy One), I wrote how Emerson gave Derek and Stiles a rough time by keeping them up and but I didn't go into full detail on how. So as I was reading through the reviews someone did state how it would've been nice to read that. So I was at work today and one of my kids came in and was just very clingy, he came in with a smile, but when went outside out of nowhere, he wanted me to hold him and refused to go down when I tried to let him go. So ideas started sifting through my head, and during naptime I wrote out said ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Summary: Emerson has trouble sleeping.

It was dark and still in the Stilinski Hale household. It was little pass ten and everyone was asleep. Quiet and evening breathing came from Derek and Stiles' bedroom. Both men passed out and exhausted from their day. Their son Emerson was in his own bedroom a few doors down and he was also asleep, but was in the middle of a nightmare. The little boy tossed and turned in his bed, every once in a while he let out a whimper.

Gripping his blanket tight Emerson sat up from his bed and let out a loud scream. Derek's eyes snapped open, his ears alert. His heart skipped a beat as he shot up from bed and bolted out the door to his son's room. He felt his skin crawl as Emerson cried out, "Daddy! Papa!"

The lycan threw open the door and ran to his son's bed. Emerson immediately threw himself into Derek's arms and hugging Derek tight. "Hey," Derek whispered, "what's wrong?"

Emerson whimpered, "Bad dream."

"Shhh," Derek hushed, "it's okay."

"Monster trying to get me daddy," Emerson cried out.

Derek kissed the boy on top his head. "It's just a dream baby boy," he whispered, "No monsters are getting you okay."

"Monsters they take me away."

"No, no one is going to take you away," Derek whispered

Emerson looked up at Derek, "Promise?"

Derek nodded, "Yes, no monsters are going to take you away."

"Okay."

Derek smiled down at his son and laid him back down in his bed. "Go back to sleep okay."

"Kay."

Emerson gripped his blanket, his eyes slowly began to close. "Love you daddy," he whispered.

"Love you too little man."

Derek let out a sigh as he slowly got up from his position on the boy's bed. He slowly shut the door and began the walk back to his own bedroom. The lycan let out a content sigh as he crawled back into bed. Once he was situated he felt the bed shift. Stiles turned over cuddling against Derek, "Is he okay," the younger man mumbled.

Derek nodded, "Mhmm, just a bad dream, he should be okay now."

"Okay."

"Go back to sleep," Derek murmured.

Two Hours later

Stiles woke up with a start, it was still pitch black outside and in the house. The brunette leaned over and looked over at the clock that rested on the bedside table. He let out a quiet groan when he noticed that it was around 12 in the morning. Turning over so he lay on his stomach, his eyes slowly begin to drift shut as he began to fall back asleep. Just as he closed them, he opened them again. Confused for a moment he pushed himself so that he was sitting, his ears straining to hear. Stiles looked over at Derek, the lycan was still sleeping. Thinking he was hearing things Stiles began to lie down. Just before his head hit the pillow he sat up again.

It was a soft cry. Confused once again he glanced over at Derek, thinking that it was him. Nothing. His mate was still sleeping. Then it clicked. Emerson. Stiles slowly got out of bed and made his way to his son's room. As he got closer to his son's bedroom door the whimpers and cries got louder. The brunette opened the door to his son's room slowly, he flicked the lights on and was met with a heartbreaking breaking scene.

Emerson was tossing and turning in his bed, every once in a while he'd cry out, "No, go away."

Stiles ran towards his son's bed and shook the little boy away, "Emerson," he called out.

Emerson's eyes snapped open, tears falling from his eyes, "Papa?"

Stiles smiled, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Bad dream," Emerson breathed

"Want to tell Papa what happened?"

"Daddy say they not get me Papa but they come back," Emerson rushed out.

"Who?"

"Monsters."

Stiles sighed and brought Emerson into his arms. "It was just a bad dream," Stiles whispered.

"Make it go away," Emerson whimpered.

The brunette simply nodded, standing up, he held Emerson tight a hand rubbing the little boy's back. He walked around the room slowly rocking Emerson back to sleep, and as he was rocking he gently hummed, Hey Jude . Minutes passed and Emerson was softly snoring. Stiles let out a sigh of relief as he laid Emerson back down in bed. He covered his son up, placed a kiss on the boy's forehead and walked back to his room.

The brunette slowly closed his bedroom door and climbed back into bed. Just as he lay down, Derek turned over. The lycan threw his arm around Stiles' waist and pulled him close. "Where'd you go," he asked, voice laced with sleep.

"I heard Emerson crying," Stiles answered with a yawn.

Derek nodded, "Another bad dream?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah."

"He sleeping again?"

"Yeah, he should okay, I hope."

Two Hours Later

Derek found himself in his son's room again at around 2:15. Derek had heard his son's soft cries. They lycan wasn't going to get up. He really hoped that it would pass. It eventually did but immediately after there was a loud thud followed by a scream, which pushed Derek out of bed and into the boy's room. Emerson was on the floor, tangled up in his blanket, his hand clutching his head. "I fall," Emerson whined when Derek lifted him from the floor.

"Another bad dream?" Derek asked.

Emerson nodded, "I try get away and I fall."

Derek sighed, "Why are you having bad dreams?"

"I don't know."

"Look at me," Derek demanded softly, "There are no monsters coming to get you."

Emerson nodded. "Okay."

"So no more bad dreams okay."

"I sorry Daddy."

Derek sighed, "It's not your fault."

"No be angry."

Derek bit at his lip, "I'm not angry Emerson, just tired and waking up constantly is tiring."

Emerson nodded. "Okay."

"Sleep now, good dreams okay?"

Emerson nodded, "Okay."

Derek placed Emerson back down on the bed and covered him up. "Alright little man, go back to sleep."

"Daddy, stay for a while."

The lycan simply nodded. He sat down on his son's bed, the little turned over cuddling against Derek's leg. Derek reached a hand over and began to run it through Emerson's hair. Emerson little out a yawn, eyes drifting shut. Derek leaned his head back, he continued to run his hand through his son's hair. Minutes passed and Emerson was still awake. Derek began to hum Tears in Heaven and within seconds, Emerson was snoring again and Derek found himself back in his bed.

Two Hours Later

Stiles was not happy, but he couldn't take it out on his son, it wasn't Emerson's fault. But this was just crazy, this was the fourth time in a row that Emerson had woken them up. Granted that Stiles only went into his son's bedroom once but the opening and closing of the door, and the sudden shift in the bed woke him up from his slumber. And then there was the sudden absence of Derek being gone, even if it was only for a while also contributed to the factor that he was not getting any sleep. Stiles groaned, "What the hell is going on with him?"

Derek turned over so he lay on his back, arm over his eyes the other ran through his hair in frustration, "I don't know but this is ridiculous, I'm tired."

"Yeah, well I am too."

"I went last time, it's your turn."

Stiles huffed, "I'm going to sedate him if this continues."

"You're not sedating our son."

Stiles threw back the covers, "Fine."

Derek caught hold of Stiles' wrist before the brunette got up, "Calm yourself before you go in there."

"I know."

Stiles slowly entered his son's room. The little boy was sitting up in his bed, little hands clutching his blanket. Stiles took notice of his appearance and noticed that he was shaking. "What's the problem Emerson?"

"Papa," Emerson cried out.

"Was it the monsters again?"

Emerson shook his head, "No Papa, they take you away."

"Oh Emerson," Stiles whispered, "Papa isn't going anywhere, and no one is going to take me away."

"Okay."

Stiles smiled as he walked up to Emerson's bed, "Besides, dad will make sure of that."

"Daddy not let you go away?"

"Nope."

"You not going away?"

"No, I promise you Emerson, I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to take me away."

"Promise?"

Stiles nodded, "I promise, now come on, back to sleep please, it's four the in morning and Papa is tired."

Emerson nodded.

Two Hours Later

It was still dark when Emerson found himself in front of his parent's bedroom door. He slowly opened it and closed it gently behind him. Clutching his stuffed giraffe to his chest he made his way to Derek's side of the bed. The lycan was on his stomach, one arm dangling off of the bed, the other under his head. Stiles was laying on top of him, arms around the older man's waist. "Daddy," Emerson whimpered, his hand reaching up taking hold of Derek's wrist.

Derek groaned, his eyes slowly opening, "Emerson what is it?"

"Up time?"

Derek lifted his head up, eyes squinting as he glanced at the clock, he let out a loud frustrated groan, it was 6:30 in the morning. "Emerson, it's early."

"Daddy, I no want to sleep."

Stiles shifted, "Not a choice Em it's too early to be up."

"No!" Emerson cried out.

Derek's eyes darkened, he pushed against Stiles and the younger man got the picture. Stiles sat up and Derek followed. Derek reached over and turned the bedside lamp on, his eyes squinted a bit to adjust to the brightness. Once his eyes came into focus he looked down at his son, "Emerson John Stilinski Hale."

Emerson looked down.

"Emerson, look at me," Derek demanded.

"I'm sorry Daddy," the little boy whispered.

Derek sighed, "What's the problem little man, how come you're having nightmares?

"I don't know…"

"You know monsters aren't real, right?"

Emerson nodded.

"And no one is taking Papa or Daddy away from you?"

The little boy nodded again.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I just want to lay with you," Emerson cried out.

Derek's heart skipped a beat at his son's admission. He felt himself relax. "Oh Emerson," he whispered.

Emerson slowly walked over, his steps hesitant. Derek reached his arms out and motioned for Emerson to come closer. "I stay here?" he asked.

Derek nodded. "Yeah, come on."

Emerson jumped into Derek's arms, his arms going around Derek's neck. Derek turned over placing the boy so he lay in the middle. He then reached over shutting off the bedside lamp and laid himself back down on the bed. The lycan lay on his back, one arm behind his head and the other holding his son close. The little boy cuddled against Derek's side. Stiles turned over so he lay on his side, he reached his arm over and ran his hand through Emerson's hair. "You okay now buddy?" he asked softly.

Emerson let out a yawn, "Mhmm."

"Sleep now," Derek mumbled.

"Love you Daddy," the little boy whispered.

"Love you too," Derek said

"I love you too Papa."

Stiles smiled, he rested his hand on Emerson's side, patting it softly, "Love you too little man."

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