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This took a while.
Mhmmm.

Someone requested this. I had to make it work.
Emerson being jealous because Stiles is pregnant.
So I wrote it, the only way, I know how.
This happens at work, kids show, it much differently. Mhmm.
Won't go into, to much detail.

Oh, before we move on, I wrote another little drabble of a four year old Derek and Stiles. It is on my blog.

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It's a little deep in there under all the stuff. But it's there. I promise. So if you guys are interested in that, it's over there in my blog.

Let's move on now shall we.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Summary: Stiles get's a phone call during class and when he gets home, he gets to experience what his son's teachers went through.

"NO!" Emerson screamed as he thrashed about in the chair, "No don't call my Papa!"

Miss Judy sighed, "I have to Emerson, this is the third incident today, your light is already on red and that is the rules of our classroom."

"NO!"

"I'm sorry Emerson, I have too."

"I don't want to you too and I don't want to sit!" the boy screamed as he stood up and picked up the blue chair chucking it to the side, "I-I don't like you!"

Miss Judy let out a sigh as he walked over, she picked the chair up and Emerson up as well, "Not okay," she said firmly, "now please Emerson, sit down and calm your body."

Emerson bristled as he threw himself back down into the chair. He shut his eyes tight, hands forming fists, body shaking. "Okay," he growled.

"Thank you," Miss Judy breathed as she walked away and headed towards the phone. She opened up the Emergency Binder and skimmed through the pages till she found Emerson's contact page. She lifted the phone from the receiver and punched in Stiles' phone number.

It was the middle of class when Stiles got the phone call. He was in the middle of explaining, well, he was answering questions about the moon and its phases and good lord someone had to bring up the subject of mates. He inwardly groaned at the part. That was something in his class, that he never ever touched. Nope, he tried to stay away from, far FAR away from. "No Dylan," Stiles groaned, "I told you, I will not discuss mating habits."

"Well why not?"

Stiles sighed as he leaned over his desk that was placed in the middle of the room, in front of the board, "Because, there is no way I'm discussing such a matter, in here with you guys, that is why!"

"Not a good reason!"

Stiles glared, "Oh Holland, you're so helping the situation."

"I for one would like to know too!"

"Werewolves having one mate for life, I really don't mind talking about that, but I won't go into detail about habits and the cycles and all that stuff this is where I draw the line!"

The whole class fell silent when, AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long, resounded throughout the room. Stiles groaned and made a face. "Your phone shouldn't be on Professor," one of his students pointed out.

"Yes, I'm quite aware of that Tyler," Stiles ground out as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Shit," he growled when he noticed it was his son's preschool.

"Go ahead," another student said, "we won't tell."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Alright, give me five minutes," he announced as he pressed the accept button, "read something," he then said as he placed the phone to his ear.

"Stiles?" the voice on the other line said.

Stiles nodded, pointless because the person couldn't see, he mentally kicked himself, "Yeah," he breathed, "this is he."

"Stiles, this is your son's teacher, Miss Judy."

"Hi, Miss Judy, what can I do for you?"

"I'm afraid someone needs to come get your son."

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Well Mr. Stilinski he's …"

"Hale," Stiles corrected, "Stilinski-Hale."

"Sorry."

"Go on."

"Stiles, your son, is having a very rough day, since he's gotten here, he has pushed, hit, nearly bit someone oh and he threw several tantrums."

Stiles let out a loud huff. "I'm sorry Miss. Judy."

"It is not your fault."

"I'll have someone pick him up because I'm actually in the middle of teaching right now."

A student coughed, "Not really."

Stiles looked up, glaring, "Colton," he growled in warning.

The student, named Colton sent him a sheepish look, "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Oh, well I apologize for calling you."

"No, don't," Stiles rushed out, "it's about my son, don't worry."

"I'll just send the note home I wrote for you guys with the person that's going to pick up your son then."

Stiles groaned. Great a note. Fantastic. Tonight is going to be fun. "Yeah," he ground out, "that would be great."

There was a brief moment of silence. "I'm sorry about my son's behavior, we will talk to him tonight, and I do hope that this doesn't happen again."

"Once again, it's not your fault, he's just having a rough day and, he just, I think he needs a break, just for today and I hope so too."

"Yeah," Stiles said, voice trailing off. He took in a deep breath, "Anyways, my friend Danny will most likely pick him up, Emerson knows who he is."

"Okay."

"Thank you for calling Miss Judy."

"No problem Stiles, sorry for interrupting your class, have a nice day."

"You have a nice day too."

Stiles shut his phone off and he pocketed the electronic device. He let out a frustrated growl as he ran a hand through his hair. He turned around to face his class. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed how they frantically turned their attention to the books in front of them. "Yeah," he grinned, "I'm the master at pretending to look like I'm doing something when I wasn't supposed to be doing what it was I was doing."

"Everything okay Professor?"

Stiles nodded, "Everything is fine Crystal thanks for asking. My son is just having a meltdown, no big deal, I need to make one more phone call."

The class groaned. "One more, and I might think about answering the question that I said I would never touch," Stiles bribed as he pulled out his cell phone again.

"Mating habits?" Dylan asked voice hopeful.

"Aha," Stiles said, voice holding sarcasm, "no," he then said, voice and face serious. The teen placed the phone to his ear, "Danny," he said, "I got a favor to ask you."

Derek quickly put his car into park. His movements were fast and jerky as he took the keys out of the ignition. The Alpha wolf threw open the driver door, slammed it shut and bolted up the garage stairs and into the house. He could hear Emerson screaming and his heart raced because he could also hear Stiles' frantic heartbeat. "Emerson," Stiles breathed, "buddy calm down."

"NO!" Emerson cried out as he jumped up and down on the spot. His arms were swinging wildly, hands reaching up to pull at his hair.

Stiles sighed as he reached up to rub his eyes. He let out a frustrated growl, "Emerson John."

"I don't want to clean up!"

"Not a choice, your toys don't belong all over the floor."

Emerson let out a frustrated growl, "I didn't make the mess!"

"You did," Stiles ground out, "I saw you dump out all the toys Emerson."

"NO!" Emerson roared .

"Now Emerson."

"I don't like you!" Emerson cried, "You! YOU-" the little boy let out a huff as he picked up one of the many blocks at his feet and threw it in Stiles' direction.

"EMERSON!" Derek yelled, voice booming, tone holding disappointment.

The four year old took in a sharp breath as he eyed his dad in the entry way of the family room. The little boy bit at his lip as he looked down to the ground. Stiles let out a sigh of relief, "God," he mumbled.

Derek sent his son another look as he turned his attention to Stiles. He brought his mate into his arms hugging the brunette tightly. He placed a kiss on Stiles' forehead, "What happened?" he asked softly.

"I don't know, I just told him to clean up and he just lost it."

Derek frowned, "Why?"

"I don't know, he was like this at school too, and he's been like this since we've been home."

"How long have you been home?"

Stiles sighed, "About an hour now."

"You doing okay?" Derek whispered.

"Yeah, just tired."

Derek looked into Stiles eyes then down to the brunette's stomach. He trailed one of his hands down Stiles' arms, resting at his mate's hips for a moment before sliding over and resting on the brunette's stomach. "The baby?"

"The baby is fine," Stiles breathed.

Derek nodded. "Okay," he placed a quick kiss on the shorter man's lips, "why don't you head upstairs and relax for a bit, I'll handle whirlwind over here, then we will read the note."

"Okay."

Derek watched as Stiles made his way out of the family room and he heart the faint footsteps of his mate ascending the stairs. He then turned to his son, "Emerson," he said, warning edged in his tone.

"No!" Emerson cried out as he stomped his foot.

"Emerson John," Derek growled out, "Don't you tell me no."

The boy let out a whine as he looked down to the floor. Derek took the opportunity to approach his son. He knelt down in front of the boy and grabbed a hold of the boy's shoulders, "What's the problem?" he asked, tone changing to a softer one.

"Nothing," Emerson mumbled.

Lie. Derek sighed.

"Emerson," he pressed, "don't like to daddy."

"I don't want to talk," the boy mumbled, "no talking."

Derek sighed, "Alright." The male stood up and backtracked his steps, "Clean up then please."

Emerson shook his head, "No, no want too."

"It is not a choice Emerson," Derek ground out, "now."

"NO!" Emerson roared as he jumped up down, fist hitting his thighs, "I don't want too!"

"Oh that's it," Derek growled.

The Alpha wolf stepped forward lifting Emerson up and he threw him over his shoulder. Emerson out an angry growl as he pounded on Derek's back with his fists. "No!" he screamed.

"I am not happy with you right now," Derek told the boy, "you are going to sit down in time out."

"I am not sitting!"

"You are."

Derek walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it out with his foot and placed his son in the chair. "I don't know what your deal is but this is not acceptable Emerson," Derek told the boy, voice firm.

Emerson growled as he stood up from the chair. He glared at his dead and threw the chair to the side. "I don't like you, or Papa or the baby!" Emerson cried out.

Derek stood still. His heart stopped in his chest for a second at his son's admission. His son's heart skipped when he said the words, 'you' and 'Papa' meaning that he was lying. Emerson still loved them both. But when he said baby, his heart didn't stutter. Head tilted to the side he was able to now figure out what emotions his son was emitting. Emerson was jealous. "Oh Emerson," Derek whispered as he swooped his son into his arms.

"I don't like the baby," Emerson whimpered, "I'm the baby daddy."

"You are," Derek whispered, "you're my little man."

Emerson whimpered, "You love baby, you no love me no more."

"Oh Emerson," Derek soothed, "I still love you, Papa still loves you."

"No, no," the boy muttered, "you talk about baby lots now, no more Emerson, just baby."

Derek took a deep breath, "We love you," he whispered, "we just have to prepare for the baby."

"Papa don't love me more," he whimpered.

"That is not true," Stiles said as he made his way into the kitchen. The brunette has made his way downstairs the minute he heard the kitchen chair crash to the floor.

Emerson lifted his head up from Derek's shoulder. "Come here Emerson," he called out to his son.

"No," Emerson whispered.

"Come on," Stiles coaxed as he spread his arms.

Derek eyed his mate, eyebrows raised in a gesture that said, 'are you sure?' Stiles nodded and Derek nodded as he transferred the boy into his mate's arms. Stiles gripped his son tightly, "I love you Emerson," he whispered, "I love you very much."

"I love you too Papa," Emerson whimpered.

"Listen to me," Stiles said, "as he rubbed at his son's back, "you are still going to me by little man, my baby okay."

"New baby," Emerson whispered.

"I'll love the new baby too."

"Me?"

"And I'll still love you, I'll always love you, you're my son."

Emerson nodded.

"I need you to be my helper," he whispered, "you're going to be a big brother Emerson."

"I know."

"A big brother is very important, they help take care of their new brother or sister."

"Brother," Emerson whispered, "I want a brother."

Stiles smiled, "Okay, brother."

"I help take care brother?"

"Yes," Stiles said with a nod, "you're Papa and Daddy's helper, if we're not around, you need to make sure you watch out for your new brother, that you're there for him."

"Yeah?"

Stiles nodded, "That's what packs do Emerson, we look out for each other."

"Okay."

"No one is taking your place," Stiles assured the boy.

"I'm sorry," Emerson whispered, "I'm sorry I not listening."

Stiles placed a kiss on his son's temple, "Sshh," he soothed.

Derek approached his mate and son slowly. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Stiles' lips and then on his son's cheek. "I thought I told you to stay upstairs," he whispered to his mate.

"I couldn't," Stiles sighed, "it hurts when he's crying."

"I can't believe I didn't see it before," Derek grumbled, "I should've known."

"Not your fault," Stiles mumbled.

Emerson whimpered as his grip on Stiles tightened, "I sorry," he whispered again.

Derek sighed as he threw himself down onto the bed. It had been a long night. Dinner ran late because of Emerson's meltdown. But luckily Emerson was calm by then and it took a long while to get him to bed. "We still have a note to read," Stiles told his mate when he saw Derek's eyes drifting shut.

"Damn it," Derek groaned.

Stiles smiled down at the Alpha Wolf, "Tired babe?"

"Yeah," he answered, voice muffled as he dug his face into the pillow.

"I'll read it aloud then, yeah?"

Derek nodded. Stiles unfolded the note, eyes scanning across the paper, he read it out loud.

Derek and Stiles,

Emerson's had a rough day today. He was fine after you had left, then something happened that set him off. I didn't see what set him off but I did see him hitting another child. I tried asking him what happened but he wouldn't talk and when I tried to reprimand him he screamed and threw the chair. He eventually calmed down and sat down to cool off.

He pushed someone else, several minutes later. I think he was upset because Sam was playing with another child. Almost like he got possessive and he went up and pushed that child. Again, I had to sit him down, because it is a rule in our classroom, that if a child hurts another, they sit in a chair to cool down. He sat down willingly this time. The next incident, was very quick, a child had taken something from him and he grabbed the child's arm and nearly bit him, luckily Sam was there and told Emerson no. To which Emerson growled and told the child that, "I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth!"

Again, he had to sit and this is where I made the phone call. I don't know what was going on, he usually is a very calm child and if an incident happens, I'm always able to calm him down, but today, I don't know why he was out of sorts. I just wanted to let you know, and if you have any ideas on how we can help Emerson, please let me and know and I would be very happy to try and help so that he can have a better day tomorrow. Again, I apologize greatly for calling you during the day.

Miss Judy

Derek groaned, "I can't believe that."

"I know, when she told me that over the phone, I nearly flipped out in class."

"You answered your phone in the middle of teaching?"

"Yes, it's about Emerson so of course I did."

Derek grinned as he turned over, "Students say anything?"

"Not really, Dylan had a little comment."

The Alpha laughed, "I had a feeling he would isn't he like, your class clown so to speak."

"Very much so, but kid is smart."

"So then Sty, what do you suppose we do?"

Stiles sighed, "I think tomorrow, we keep him home, let him have a recovery day."

"Yes, okay, but I have work Stiles."

"I know darling," Stiles said, sarcasm in his tone when he said the word darling.

Derek rolled his eyes but it turned into a grin as he pulled Stiles down into his arms, "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

Stiles nodded, "Mhmm, but I figured he could stay with me till I have to go in and then I'll drop him off at Danny's or something."

"Call him first," Derek mumbled.

"I wil-"

Stiles didn't get to finish there was a knock at the bedroom door. A soft one. "Yes?" Derek called out.

"I come in?" Emerson asked softly from behind the wood.

"Of course."

Emerson reached up and opened the door slowly, he stepped in and shut the door gently behind him before running towards the bed and climbing on top of it. "I stay here?" he asked softly.

"Well…" Stiles said, voice trailing off.

"Please?" Emerson whispered, sending both parents, his puppy dog eyes.

Derek sighed, "Of course you can Em."

"Papa?"

Stiles sent his son a smile as he opened his arms, "Yeah come on."

Emerson let out a squeal as he dove in between his parents. He situated himself between the two, lying on his side, as he cuddled into Stiles' chest. "Love you Papa," he mumbled.

"Love you too little man."

"Love you daddy."

Derek smiled as he reached over and ran a hand over his son's head, "I love you too Emerson."

Emerson let out a sigh as he leaned down and placed a kiss on Stiles' stomach, "Love you brother," he mumbled as his eyes drifted shut. Stiles let out a smile, an aww escaping his lips as he watched his son drift off into slumber.

"Der," the brunette mumbled as he shut his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Derek smiled as he reached over and placed hand on Stiles' hip, "I love you," he said back. He then trailed his hand down towards Stiles' stomach, "love you too," he whispered.

Within seconds, the Stilinski-Hale household, was quiet as the family all fell into slumber.

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