Alriiight, drabble number two! This one's pretty sad, guys.

If there's any song I'd like you to go listen to while reading any of these fics, it's this one. Even if you don't like Taylor Swift, it's just the sweetest song. I cry every time I hear it, haha! It's not even a sad song, by any means, it's just very relatable. So please, go listen!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

A small, chestnut haired boy stared at Stiles from the television screen, his eyes dancing with laughter. Stiles blinked and wiped the tears from his own cheeks. The boy on the screen giggled when he was lifted up, cuddled against the face of an equally dark haired woman, his small hands splayed across her neck.

"I love you, my darling boy," the woman cooed with a luminous smile, and Stiles took a shuddering breath, letting the tears fall freely now. He picked up the remote to press 'rewind'.

I love you, my darling boy.

Click.

I love you, my darling boy.

His dad had long since recorded over their voicemail, so it wasn't like Stiles got to hear her voice say anything anymore, much less that she loved him. He swallowed thickly and wiped impatiently at his eyes.

A loud thump near his window made Stiles jump before scrambling for the remote to press 'stop'. His head jerked over to meet Derek's suspicious gaze. The younger man didn't trust his voice enough to say anything, so he simply watched with wide eyes while attempting to clear all the tears from his face.

"You're crying," Derek's voice was hard, "why?"

Stiles gave a shaky laugh and kept his eyes down. "Y-yeah, uh," he cleared his throat, "I don't really want to talk about it. Do you think you could, um, leave?" He ended in a whisper.

Derek's eyes softened, if only minimally, because he really didn't know how to do this…sentimental shit. He could practically taste the salt in the room from the younger man's tears, and the waves of helplessness were rolling off of Stiles like the fucking tides, but what was he supposed to do about it? He took a half step back toward the window, but then tears were wetting Stiles' cheeks again and it took Derek only about half a second to be by his side on the bed.

"Stiles," he demanded, softly but firmly enough that Stiles automatically jerked his gaze up. Catching himself just a little too late, he tried to turn his eyes down again, but Derek's fingers were guiding his face back up and he had no choice. He held the wolf's stare. "What's wrong?"

Derek was surprised by the fresh tears welling in the boy's eyes. Was he not supposed to ask that? Had Stiles actually wanted him to leave, and now he was mad? Derek tried not to panic because all he wanted was for Stiles to stop crying, and now he'd gone and made it worse. Great.

"My mom, uh," Stiles was whispering now, "she died four years ago. Today."

And. Oh.

Derek turned to face the blank screen of the television and when he looked back to Stiles, the boy's eyes were downcast again.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to—" Stiles began, only to be interrupted.

"Don't you dare apologize. And you're not getting rid of me, now."

The normally hyper boy gave a small, almost appreciative smile, and Derek knew he'd done right. They sat in silence for a moment before the older man broke it with a whisper.

"Tell me about her."

Stiles gave a soft laugh and fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as Derek watched, waited in the comfortable silence while the smaller man took his time. The tears fell sideways from his eyes onto the bed.

"She was the prettiest woman in the whole world." He took a deep breath, "She and Dad used to take me to the pumpkin patch when I was little and chase me around until sunset. She would pick me up, just laughing the whole way back to the car. She had the greatest laugh, Derek." He paused. "You should've seen how much happier my Dad was when she was around," he added quietly.

Derek didn't say anything. He knew that if someone had told him 'oh, Derek, your family's in a much better place now', or 'they'd want you to be happy', he'd have probably hit them. So he kept his mouth shut and listened.

"Back when Scott and I were, uh, about twelve or thirteen, we got in this huge fight. God, Scott was being such an asshole," Stiles gave a watery laugh, "and I came home all upset, so she took me out to my favorite restaurant and then bought me a new video game. We came home and she let me spend the rest of the night teaching her how to play. She was so awful at it." Stiles was laughing again, so far into the thought that he'd forgotten he was with someone, and Derek couldn't help but chuckle himself.

"The next day, I couldn't even remember what Scott and I were fighting about." Stiles' tears were back. "I miss her."

Derek sighed and lay back with the boy, pulling him up to the pillows and letting him curl into Derek's side. "She sounds perfect, Stiles."

Stiles merely sniffled as the older man pressed 'play' on the remote. The same warm, inviting, happy voice filled the room as the two men watched the home video.

"You have her eyes," Derek said softly after a few moments.

Stiles hummed and snuggled closer.

"She would've loved who you are, now, you know."

The younger man smiled fondly and allowed even more tears to falls. "I really hope so."

Stiles wasn't expecting this side of Derek to still be there in the morning, but he was glad the man had decided to share it with him for right now, at least.

I took liberties here, I know. I'm not sure if we've been told how long ago Stiles' mother died, or even how she died, but whatever.

R/R!