Author's Note: Not much going on here.

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Derek held the Laura close to him as he walked onto the field. The boys had played another excellent game and he wanted to congratulate them before he took his family home.

If the people hadn't seen him walk in with Sam who had been wearing the baby sling at first, they would have asked him if he was gay. It was one thing for him to carry the diaper bag. It was a completely different thing for him to have the baby sling.

But Sam's shoulder began hurting as she held Laura so he had offered. To be honest it made him feel closer to his daughter when he held her. He found himself talking to her when she looked up at him. He swore she smiled at him all the time.

When Scott saw them, he drug his friends over and they crooned over the baby. They all talked at the same time until they realized Sam was having a hard time distinguishing who was who.

"So we were thinking of going for pizza. What do you say?" Stiles asked the couple.

Derek gave him a pointed look. "You know Sam can't eat tomatoes."

"Oh, yeah. Well we can get her macaroni and cheese or something."

He was tempted to say something but Sam laid her hand on his arm. "We've got a baby remember? We need to head home and put her to bed."

"Why don't we party at your house? It's big enough for all of us."

Sam looked at Derek. He looked down at her. "I guess but everyone has to be home before midnight."

"Deal." They proceeded to tell each other what they were bringing.

Derek got his family packed into the car and headed home. Sam went upstairs and put Laura to bed before the entire crew showed up.

Which they did twenty minutes later.

The house was lively again. People were talking but soft enough for the baby to sleep.

Derek watched in contentment. This house hadn't been this lively since his family had been killed in it. There were still some remnants of them, Sam made sure of that. He could see his mother sitting in this living room with his aunts and uncles planning the cookout for that weekend. He could see his father standing on the porch with the same uncles planning their annual hunting trip. His sister would be on the phone with her friends gossiping and every now and then she would sneak out to see the boy she was interested in.

There were so many good times in this house that he didn't want to forget. Sam had made sure they weren't lost but she had also made sure there were news that were to be made. Some had already been made. This is where he had met her again and this is where she had given birth to their daughter. This is where they were going to live until she couldn't take it anymore.

As the party waged on, he began to think that being a solitary man wasn't a good thing. He came here searching for his sister. In the process he had found friends and family in ordinary people. He wasn't married for the sake of his family. They hadn't made that commitment yet, but he did have a commitment to everyone in that house.

To Scott he was a mentor.

To Stiles he was a creepy guy that gave him someone to pick on.

He could sense that to Allison and Sadie he wasn't the one they were here for. It was Sam and the baby they were bonding to. But that was fine. As long as Allison was here, the Hunters wouldn't do anything and by now they knew of Laura. If they so much as touched her, he'd kill them.

He shook his head of all the violent thoughts that were swirling around and looked up at his family. After losing his blood relatives ten years ago, he never imagined he'd have a new one, but here they were all sitting right in front of him; Scott with his newfound abilities, Stiles with his whacky sense of humor, Allison and Sadie who were there for their guys, Sam who was the love he never thought he'd find, and little Laura who he never thought he'd have. That was his family and he never wanted to give that up.

When he glanced back at Sam, he saw that she was yawning. The clock above her head said it was close to midnight. So he started packing his little makeshift family up and sending them home. Scott was the last one to leave. He smiled at Sam and hugged her like they normally did. Then he turned to Derek and nodded, before walking out the door.

Derek sent Sam up to bed and he proceeded to turn all the lights out. When he ventured upstairs, she was in the nursery with Laura feeding her. He leaned against the door frame and watched silently. This was something he never thought he'd see. Mother and child together in his house. What made it more phenomenal for him was that the mother was the mother to his child.

"Derek?" Sam asked. She kept up her steady pace of rocking as she looked at him.

"It's nothing. I'm just thinking. This house hasn't seen children in ten years." He said. He didn't move from his spot because he didn't want to interrupt the little scene.

"Well, it does now. You're not going to hurt her, Derek. You're better than that."

"Am I really? I mean, I did hurt you a few months ago." He could clearly see the scars he had made on her left shoulder. She was lucky there had only been skin damage instead of nerve damage.

Sam shrugged. "Yeah. What's your point?"

"My point is I could do some serious harm to a baby."

"But you won't. You know how to control your rages better. Besides, if you do, I'll have to kill you myself."

Derek smiled at that and watched her until she was done. She rearranged Laura back in the bassinet and allowed him to pull her to their bedroom where he shut the door for the night, making sure the baby monitor was on.