Week later…

"Have you found that little brat?" Came the hash voice a man hobbled into the light using a walking stick, his lips curled up into a snarl as he stood looking at three other men

"He wasn't in the car and we don't know where the bitch left the kid." Another said as he touched the cuts on his face. The older man with the cane snarled at them

"YOU THREE HAD ONE JOB TO DO AND THAT IS BRING ME THE ALPHA BRAT!" He would have raised his cane to hit them but he need it to be able to stand up right. "Had anything be reported to the police?" He asked

"No, or if it has they aren't saying and we have another problem on our hands another hunter is in town he seem to be sticking close to wolves."

"Here is idea find out what they know! Go and see the sheriff and find out if there is a missing child that turned up on someone door. Then if you get nothing find the humans of the fucking pack and talk to them!" He hissed, they nodded and left the room.

Mean While…

Stiles was sat feeding Harry when the Sheriff came down stairs, he watched his son feed the little boy who made a squeal sound when he saw the Sheriff and dribbled his food down his front. "He eats like you do." John smirked as he poured himself coffee

"Ha ha ha very funny dad." Stiles smiled as he wiped the boy's face "Morning Melissa." Stiles called out. John froze his coffee cup to his mouth as his eyes looked to his son then to the woman who walked into the room who was trying to sneak out of the house.

"H…how did you hear me?" She asked

"I didn't Harry did." Stiles smiled as the boy giggled and spat his food at Stiles face. "Thank. You little monster." Stiles sighed as he rubbed his face with the clothes. John smirked as Melissa walked over to him

"You might as well have coffee." John said, pouring her up. Stiles smiled as he went to feed Harry again.

Stiles left Harry with Derek because one he didn't trust Peter with a pup two there was none else to look after Harry. "So my mum and your dad that is a little weird…" He mumbled to him, Stiles was lost in thought and wrinkled his nose at him as he rubbed his arms as he thinks about Harry and wondering if Peter would try and poison his pup's mind "Stiles?" Scott called out his name making him look at the dark haired teen

"What?" He asked, seeing that they were now inside the school…when did that happen?… He thought.

"I just said it's a little weird that my mum and your dad are dating considering our past." He told him with a small smile

"Oh… yeah well we only started that when you got your furry little problem." Stiles told him as he went to his locker. He felt his cheek warm up as he blushing slightly remembering every full moon romps with Scott. "Speaking of which we will need to be a bit more careful from now one." He said, Scott frowned at him and grabbed is hands arm gently

"Why? Is this because of Harry?" He frowned "Or mum and the sheriff?" He asked

"No it's because I could end up pregnant, believe it or not." He told him as he walked off

"What?" Scott yelled out as he followed him "Stiles… Stiles wait what do you mean?"

He didn't like this odd feeling he had in his stomach he knew it was about leaving Harry with Derek it's not like he don't trust the man it's just the silly bond. So he didn't much to the lesson and hoped that Lydia would give him some tip bits as his mind was a mile away. Between leaving Harry and thinking about what Scott was saying earlier it wasn't in any state of mind to be working. When Scott was first bit he didn't handle full moons to well and Stiles would have to watch him. Scott would be pacing his bed room with one of those stress balls he was squeezing it with an itch of braking it while Stiles would end up falling asleep on Scott's bed, and then the sex began. The wolf would watch him as he slept watch the rise and fall his chest and the slightly parted lips then Scott would place his hand under Stile shirt and feel the soft skin and ripples of the muscles under his hand. "Stiles!" Snapping out of his thought the teen looked up to see Lydia looking down at him

"Class has ended." She told him, with a smile

"Oh." He looked around the room and saw it was empty…ish

"Penny for those thoughts?" She asked, seeing him look down at his phone to see if Derek had send him any messages before he stood up

"Just thinking." He said to her as he picked his bag.

"Think about Harry?" She asked as they left the glass room

"I think Scott dislike Harry." He mumbled, the red head looked at him "Harry always growls at him no matter what I try and do." He said.

"How could anyone dislike him, Harry is so sweet and cute." She smiled "Speaking of which I have brought some new…"

"Lydia come on at this rate Harry will have a bigger wardrobe than you." He chuckle as she smirked at him.

By the time Stiles went to pick up his little alpha he found Derek was flat out on the sofa sleeping on his back with Harry sleeping on his chest. Stiles let out a sigh of relief as he smiled while taking out his phone and taking a photo of the cutest and sweetest thing he has ever seen before he sent the photo to Scott. Walking over them Stiles picked up Harry who let out a small rumble and open his eyes "Mama." He whimpered.

"Stiles." Derek woke up from feeling the pressure lifted up from his chest and the sound of Harry saying mama made him open his eyes and looked up at the teen above him

"Sorry I didn't want to wake you." He said softly

"No it's fine." The wolf said as he sat up and stretched feeling his body click back together.

Stiles sat down on the sofa and let Harry drift back off to sleep in his arms "Was he a handful?" The teen asked, Derek smiled as he watched little boy curl up on the Guardian's lap

"No."

"Derek." Stiles smiled

"Alright he was very hyper I spent half of my time chasing him around the apartment, I laughed when he tried to attack Peter again." Stiles smiled and kissed the top of the pup's head

"That's my good boy." He smiled

"I've been doing more reading on children Alphas. First way to make an alpha child is for a pregnant wolf to kill an alpha and sometimes that power goes to the baby. Second away is the child themselves to kill an alpha and as Harry is 3 or 4 years old I doubt it. The last way is a ritual they turn a fully grown adult into a child." Stiles frowned

"Which one do you think he is, opinion number 1 or number 3?" Stiles asked him

"I would go with opinion number 1."