Companion fic to Perfectly Imperfect
Things to remember:
A) I own all characters who you have never heard of.
B) I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf
C) This is a test to see if anyone enjoys this story. If it gets positive reviews, I will publish the longer story that gives backstories to the situation.
D) This story may get additional oneshots upon request
E) I have done research about actual wolves. I will elaborate this in the main fic, if it ever gets published.
F) I ignore season 3 part 2. Not that it is really relevant, seeing as this fic takes place in March 2031
More relevant info to this chapter: Hi everyone! Sorry that it has been so long since we last met. Work and finals made this fic fall pretty low on my priority list. I will update against next week, I promise ;)
In this chapter, I experimented with a new style of writing. If you hate it, say so. If you don't say so, I will more than likely write other drabbles in the style that I tried in this chapter.
This fic contains four little nighttime cuddles. One has a pregnant!Stiles, two feature Daddy!Derek cuddling babies, and one is a heartbroken daughter. After their first daughter is born in the main fic, I will spam this story with prompts I have received. I can't wait for you guys to meet her.
Next time, I might do drabbles from either Peter's perspective, or maybe a different wolf.
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Sissy bit her lip as thunder crackled over the house, and lightning lit the walls. Her brother had accidentally pushed her out of bed, and the fall had awoken her to the horrific storm. Her were-senses informed her that she was not the only one awake in the house. Two others were as well. Her Daddy and Baby #1. Sissy made her way to the nursery to grab the baby. After carefully getting it out, she held it tightly and walked to her parents' room.
Her Daddy was sitting up, watching the muted news for signs of the weather turning severe. Well, he was actually watching them approach.
"Baby girl, what are you doing up? And why do you have the new baby?" He asked his voice soft with concern. Sissy sniffled, passing him the baby in her arms before climbing in to his lap.
"I'm scared, Daddy. The sky is making angry noises." She whispered. Her Daddy kissed her forehead before setting the baby near her Mommy. He sniffed, sensing his pup. After locating it, he tugged it close, curling around it. Baby #1 cooed happily, snuggling in close and settling back to sleep.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy is right here." He promised. He shifted them under the blankets, which had Sissy relaxing. Daddy and Mommy's bed was the safest place in the world. Both of her parents had made it so. Sissy closed her eyes, burying her face in her Daddy's chest. Unlike some of her Uncles, Daddy's chest was smooth. And hard, yet soft. Mommy said that Daddy had big muscels, whatever those were. Uncle Scott said that they kept the family safe, and that was good enough for Sissy.
"Is everyone else asleep?" Daddy asked her quietly, combing his fingers through her hair. Sissy nodded, one of her little arms resting over his side.
"Uh-huh. Everyone is asleep except for us two." Sissy confirmed. Daddy nodded, tugging her closer to his body as he began to relax.
"Do you want to hear a bedtime story?" He asked quietly. Sissy nodded and yawned.
And so her Daddy told her of one of her great-aunts and her battle against a fellow pack.
"She's asleep?" A gentle hand brushed back her bangs before warm lips pressed against her forehead.
"Yeah." Daddy said. Sound of kissing. "Go back to sleep, Stiles. We'll be up early with the other kids." Soft laughter. The ground moved a bit before a warm arm was placed over her.
"Night, baby. And babies."
Pregnant people often found themselves getting up in the middle of the night.
Stiles Hale was no exception.
He was awoken by a particular hard kick to the bladder. Careful not to disturb his sleeping mate or pups (his youngest daughter and son, to be exact), Stiles rose from the bed and stumbled in to the bathroom, relieving his bladder.
"Babe?" Derek's sleepy voice had Stiles cursing.
No matter how careful he had tried to be, when pregnant, the slightest disturbance had his mate awake and searching for him.
"In the bathroom, Der." Stiles assured him. Derek appeared in the doorway moments later, his expression of concern melting in to sleepy understanding.
"Ah. Nighttime bladder raid, as Cora puts it." Derek said. Stiles nodded, accepting the kiss from his mate.
"Sorry we woke you. Your babies decided to start practicing for soccer." He teased. Derek shrugged, leaning against the sink, lazily watching his mate.
"It's fine." Was all that he said. Once Stiles had finished, and had washed his hands, he took Derek's hand and led him back to bed. They climbed in on Derek's side, seeing as how their pups had cuddled in to Stiles' warm spot.
"Der?" Stiles asked as he cuddled close to his mate, his stomach snug between them. He had only recently begun to show. At this point, self-consciousness was a thing of the past. So when Derek's warm, strong fingers began to trace over his belly, pretending to chase the pups within, Stiles melted a little on the inside.
"Yeah?" Derek whispered back, even as he pressed a sleepy kiss to Stiles' lips.
"Thanks for looking after us. After the scare with the triplets, I…" He trailed off, biting his lip. Yes, he had had a few successful litters after that nightmare. Yes, he had gone to counseling and accepted it as not his fault.
But that didn't mean that it was out of mind. Derek pressed their foreheads together, continuing his exploration of Stiles' bump.
"You never have to thank me for that. We look after each other." He insisted. Stiles grinned, pecking his lips.
"Always, baby, always."
Derek loved the feeding. Unlike the parents that constantly bitched about it, this was his favorite time of the night, aside from being with his mate. The triplets were a bit of a handful to feed.
Currently, he was holding his oldest triplet, G. The baby had Stiles' brown, straight hair. After being born at 4 lbs, 6 oz, the pup had been steadily gaining weight, and now, at 10 days old, weighed 8 lbs even. He stared in to the baby's blue eyes, playfully sticking his tongue out at him. G let go of the bottle to mimic the action, causing Derek to chuckle. His middle triplet, J, was lying on its stomach, gumming on its fist. The pup was nearly identical to G, except for the birthmark on the underside of its left foot. The pup had been born at 4 lbs, 2oz, and was now even with its older litter mate. J had already been fed and burped. Stiles was cooing to the youngest, A. The little one was grinning up at Stiles from around its bottle, its black hair peeking out from beneath a hat. A was their smallest, being born at just 3 lbs, 8 oz. Now A was up to 7 lbs, much to Melissa's relief.
"And up!" Derek announced, shifting G to burp the baby. Stiles chuckled, checking on J.
"Daddy is so silly, babies." He teased. After hearing the soft burp, Derek placed G down next to J before picking up the younger and taking it to the changing table. By the time he was done changing J, Stiles was burping A. He was putting a new onesie on G when Stiles brought J over for its changing.
"Wanna rock G, babe?" Derek offered. Stiles nodded, taking the baby in to his arms as Derek took over diaper duty. Stiles walked over to his rocking chair, and after propping G up, he began to sing a lullaby that Derek taught him when the first twins were born.
Oh winter, oh midnight
A wolf howls in the mist
Down there he stands under the cold
Midwinter
Midwinter sky
Now he is alone
Deep in the forest with his lullaby
In the cold midwinter
Searching for warmth
The end is close
After G was asleep, he switched babies with Derek, who took G to the nursery and tucked the pup in before returning to change little A. By the time that was done, Stiles was taking J to the nursery to tuck the pup in with G. When he returned, he stood in the doorway and watched as his mate paced the room, rocking their youngest as he too sang.
People weren't kidding that the daddy-thing was sexy as hell. As Derek walked, his pup was tucked under his chin, pressed against his bare chest. With a naughty grin, Stiles walked up behind him and squeezed his ass, growing in a pleased manner softly in his ear. Derek winked at him over his shoulder as he did a final rendition of the lullaby.
After tucking A in, he climbed in to bed and pulled Stiles in to his arms, yawning widely.
"I love you." He murmured warmly. Derek kissed his forehead.
"Love you too." He promised. With a happy grin, Stiles snuggled down close and fell in to a peaceful sleep
Princess accepted the tissue from her mother, wiping at her eyes.
"I'll kill him." Her father swore, his eyes flashing red. How dare that asshole break his baby girl's heart.
"Der, stop. Let's get Princess to stop crying first." Her mother chided, rubbing her back. She scooted closer to his warm body, sighing.
"I just…why cheat? Was the proposal all for naught?" She asked, voice cracking. Her father growled and her mother pulled her in to a tight hug, kissing her cheek.
"Oh baby, it's not you. I promise that. He's the idiot in this situation." Her mother soothed.
"You're just saying that because you're my parents." Princess mumbled in to her mother's shoulders. Her father's hands were placed on her shoulders and he squeezed gently before kissing the back of her head.
"We're not, baby. You are one of the most resilient, strong, and witty girls we have ever come across. When we go to Sanctuary, people ask about your achievements." Her father added. Princess nodded, cuddling closer to her mother. Her parents shared a look over the top of her head, concerned frowns on their faces.
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?" She asked.
"Of course you can, baby. Do you want us to ask the older kids to keep the younger ones out, or can they cuddle with us too?" Her mother asked, running his hand through her hair. Princess shrugged.
"I don't care. I just can't be alone tonight." Her father wrapped his arms around her waist, shaking with rage.
Princess listened to their soft breathing, being lulled to sleep by it.
Her parents always knew how to make her feel better.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Cute? I certainly hope so ;) I'm looking for prompts, ladies and gents. The main fic is fulling the ones I had.
So, since we last met, season 3 ended. No spoilers, I promise, but damn am I pissed and confused. And disappointed. I will watch season 4 for three reasons:the actors of Stiles and Derek, and the actress for Lydia.
- Kida-Asumi