This has been sitting for a while. I may have re-written some parts and I've been trying to find a way to wrap it up. So I kind of painted to get my mind cleared and he we are. I got other ideas working and I'm still working on Derek Laws and working on finishing up Camera Arguments.

OH OH! And the name Emerson, yes the name came from a child that I teach. BUT BUT! There is an underlining reason as to why I named him that. Aside from the fact that he is a child I teach. The name is different too, but there is another reason why he is named Emerson. So, keep it in mind, I will find a way to reveal later where the name came from.

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

Summary: Emerson throws a tantrum

Derek entered the kitchen to find Stiles at the counter drinking a cup of a coffee. Emerson was sitting down at the table, eating what he usually had for breakfast. "Hey," he greeted as he ruffled his son's hair when he walked passed.

Emerson simply looked at him noticing his dad's change of clothes. The lycan was wearing faded black jeans and his work out shirt. "Daddy?" Emerson asked.

"Hmm," Derek answered.

"Where you going?"

"Training session with your Uncles," Derek answered

"Can I go?"

"Sorry buddy, you have to stay here."

"Why?"

Derek shook his head as he glanced at his son, "Because I said so that's why."

"He's been like that all morning," Stiles mumbled.

"He's like that every morning," Derek stated with a grin as he approached the younger man.

Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek wound his arms around his mate's waist and pulled him close. He placed a gentle kiss on the brunette's lips, "You look tired," the lycan mumbled.

Stiles nodded, "You, Mr. Hale, you look the same."

"Hmm, not my fault Emerson kept me up."

"Oh yeah, just you huh?"

"You know what I mean Sty."

"I know."

Derek placed another kiss on his mate's lips. "Have a good day," he mumbled slowly pulling away

Stiles nodded, "Hmm, be safe okay?"

"Always am"

Derek walked around the counter past the kitchen table and towards the front door. Emerson eyed him, just as Derek was a few away from the wooden door he hopped down running towards the lycan. "Daddy wait!" he cried out.

"I have to go little man," Derek said hugging the boy.

"No," Emerson whimpered.

Derek sighed, "Emerson, dad has to go."

Emerson whimpered as his grip on Derek tightened "No daddy," the boy protested.

"It's not a choice buddy, I have to go."

"I don't want you to go!"

Derek let out a low growl, "Stiles," he called out.

Stiles emerged from the kitchen, "Yeah?"

"You might have to get him," Derek breathed, "he won't let me go."

Stiles nodded, "Alright, come on little man, Dad has to go."

Emerson's eyes widened when he felt himself being pulled from Derek's arms. "NO!" he yelled out as he thrashed about.

Derek breathed, eyes shut tight as he slipped on his shoes. This caused Emerson to go insane, he managed to slip himself from Stiles' grasp landing on the floor with a thud. Little arms reached out gripping tight on Derek's leg. "Daddy, stay."

"No, I have to go," Derek forced out as he carefully slipped Emerson's hands off.

Emerson's eyes darkened. He stomped his foot on the ground, glaring at Derek, his eyes flashing a green. Stiles sighed as he knelt down, "Emerson, dad will be back," he said gently.

Emerson shook his head, "No."

"I'm sorry buddy," Derek whispered as he placed a kiss on his son's forehead.

The little boy whimpered as the lycan stood up and Stiles had to keep hold on his son to prevent him from going after Derek. What happened next shocked both men. Emerson let out a low growl as he shoved Stiles aside. He then glared at Derek, the little boy's eyes were glowing a bright green. Derek look down at his son, he too let out a low growl, his eyes flashing a red. "Emerson," Derek warned.

Emerson lowered his gaze, eyes slowly dissipating back to its normal brown. The little boy's body shook as he breathed heavily. The lycan knelt down, fingers reached out and tilting Emerson's head up so they made eye contact. "You are not to that again," Derek reprimanded

Emerson nodded.

"Do you understand me Emerson, you do not hurt Papa like that."

The four year old bit at his lip as he nodded again, "Sorry Daddy," he apologized in a whisper

"Don't say sorry to me," Derek breathed, "you apologize to Papa."

The little boy nodded as he turned towards Stiles, "I sorry Papa."

Stiles sighed, "It's okay Emerson."

They stood in silence for a split second and Derek felt as if he was choking on the air, it was thick with tension. He could also tell Stiles was forming a question in his mind. "Stiles," he whispered, "something wrong?"

"What the hell Der," Stiles whispered, "he's never done that before."

Derek let out a shaky breathe, "I don't know, he shouldn't be able to wolf out yet, he's still too young."

"Well tell me why his eyes were glowing," Stiles said, a little bit of anger edged in his voice.

"I don't know, I just think it's because he got angry."

Stiles let out a frustrated sigh, he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, "Just go, staying here isn't making it any better or easier on him."

Derek nodded as he stood up and made his way to the door but just as his hands reached the door knob Emerson cried again. The little boy's hands reached out gripping the back of Derek's jacket. Derek shut his eye tight, "Okay buddy, one more hug then dad has to go?"

Emerson nodded. "Okay."

The lycan knelt down giving his son one more hug. He placed a kiss on his son's forehead as he let him go. The four year old whimpered as Stiles took hold of him when Derek's hand reached the door knob. "Jesus Derek," Stiles groaned, "just go."

The door slammed shut and Derek had to gain control of himself as he heard his son scream through the wooden door. Stiles let out an aggravated sigh, "Enough Emerson."

The little boy glared at him, "I want daddy!"

"Dad's going to be back," Stiles assured him, gently

Emerson bit at his lip, eyes staring at the close door. He stomped his foot, "NO!"

Stiles sighed as he got up and walked away, "Alright fine, you go ahead and do that, Papa is not staying here and listening to this."

Just as Stiles said this Emerson let out a low growl, his eyes flashing green for a moment before he threw himself onto the floor and began to cry. The brunette breathed deeply, he really wanted to just embrace the little boy and love on him but knew that wasn't going to help at all. Emerson was throwing a tantrum and coddling him wasn't going to help, he needed to know that this wasn't acceptable and he wasn't going to tolerate it. "When you're ready to talk Papa is ready to listen," he announced as he made his way into the kitchen.

It went on for about fifteen minutes. Stiles had long ago drowned out the screams as he cleaned up the mess from breakfast. He was too busy that he didn't notice Emerson entering the room.

"Papa," Emerson whimpered out.

Stiles turned around, "Are you ready to talk to Papa now?"

Emerson nodded.

"Done throwing your tantrum?"

Emerson nodded again.

"Alright, come here."

The little boy ran over into Stiles' arms. Stiles lifted him and he sat the boy onto counter, looking into the Emerson's brown eyes he asked, "What's up? Dad leaves for training all the time and you never cry about it."

"Cause Papa, he go away."

Stiles frowned, "Dad's not going away Emerson you know that."

Emerson shook his head, "No, he go away!"

"Emerson he's not going anywhere, he's going to come back," Stiles assured his son

The little boy shook his head, he let out a growl, "No monster take him away!" Emerson yelled out this time.

Gears started turning in Stiles' head and he realized what his son was saying. Emerson was still reeling from last night's nightmares. "Oh Emerson," Stiles whispered, "no monsters is going to take him away, dad's a werewolf remember."

A nod.

Stiles grinned, "Monsters don't stand a chance against your dad."

Emerson looked at Stiles, tears welling in his eyes, "Daddy scare them away?" he asked seeking reassurance.

The brunette smiled, "Yeah, your dad can handle them, okay."

"Okay," the boy whispered.

Stiles let out a sigh, "Alright."

Emerson nodded. "Alright."

Stiles sighed as he placed a kiss on his son's forehead, "Papa loves you. You know that right?"

"Mhmm, I love you too Papa."

The brunette smiled as he placed Emerson on the ground, "Why don't' you go and play."

Emerson let out a loud sigh, "I still want daddy."

"I know buddy, but he'll be back okay."

"Okay."

Emerson ran off to retrieve his train set and just as he did Stiles' cell phone went off. Stiles took a quick glance at the device, Derek was calling him. "Hey Der," Stiles breathed as he placed the phone to his ear.

"Did he calm down?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, he's calm, still angry but he stopped screaming."

Derek breathed deeply, his grip on his phone tightened, "I'm sorry Sty, I didn't mean to make him upset."

"Don't worry about it, I'll see you later tonight okay."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too and be careful."

"Always."

Then that leads into the Super Daddy chapter.
I am working on another chapter, I hope to get that posted sometime this week, hopefully if my brain cooperates, I can get it posted tomorrow. If not tomorrow then sometime this week, on Wednesday or before that.

So…
Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe? Review? Please?

Have a nice day!