Ch 2

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Standing on the mile long line in McDonald's with a kid who won't shut the hell up was not how he planed on spending his Saturday morning at all. Not even close. Looking down at the kid who was still rambling on with this giant smile on his face Derek began to think back to where it all went wrong. This is the list he came up with.

Slacking off in college.

Party far too much with his slacker cousin friends Scott, Isaac, and Boyd.

Dating the she devil that was out to ruin him.

Not even trying to get a job.

Staring at Stiles, Derek wondered how this could possibly be his child. He looked nothing like him taking away the dark hair and dark eyes. He hardly even looks like his own mother. I mean of course while they were dating they've done it. But, Derek always made sure that they were careful because a kid in college is hard to handle. I don't even remember her being pregnant or saying anything or even hinting at it. Derek thought. Please God, let this be a nightmare and let me wake up.

Derek squeezed his eyes as hard as he could and only opened them when he heard Stiles calling his name. "Derek Derek Derek Derek Derek!" Stiles repeated. "What?!" Derek snapped. Stiles shrunk down, scared from Derek's reaction. "It's our turn to go now, Derek." Stiles whispered. "Hey, I'm sorry buddy. I didn't mean to yell." Derek consoled. "It's okay. I forgive you because I like you. I like you because you're pretty cool. You listen to me when I talk. Mommy and her "boyfriend" just listen to each other." Stiles said putting air quotes around boyfriend.

"Can I take your order?" Some blonde teenage girl asked from behind the counter. "Uh yeah." Derek answered. Squinting up at the menu Derek placed their orders. "I'll have the apple cinnamon walnut oatmeal with a cup of coffee and he'll have hotcakes and apple juice." Derek stated. "That'll be $12.87, sir." The cashier mumbled. Derek handed her the money and stepped aside to wait for his order.

Trying to think how he was left with this kid Derek went back to the night of the big party at Scott's phrat house. It was the last time Derek and Kate did the dirty and a week before they broke up.

"Come on, Derek" Kate begged. "There's no one in this room. No one will catch us." She insisted. They were both extremely intoxicated and were not making the best of decisions that night. They stripped of their clothes and fell down on the bed. Things started getting hot and intense. "Do it, Derek. You know you want to." Kate dared. "I-I-I do." Derek began, stumbling over his words. "But, I don't h-have any condoms or nothin'." "Who cares? Those aren't important right now. What's important is you and I getting this done." Kate antagonized. Derek shrugged not thinking twice about what they were doing. And that's probably how thing little chatter box showed up.

"Damn it." Derek whispered. "Order numba 58." Called another teenage girl. This one was covered in make-up and you could smell her perfume even if you were standing outside. "Thanks." Derek flashed his smile and found a table for Stiles and him to eat at.

"So tell me about yourself kid." Derek started. "Well, my name is Stiles, I am five years old, my favorite color is red because it's cool like you, and I like dinosaurs a lot and wish I had some to play with because they're even cooler than the color red."

Derek laughed. "So you're saying that dinosaurs are cooler than I am?" He asked pretending to be offended. "Yeah, well see Dinosaurs can be many different colors and some can fly and some can swim and some have really long necks. The brontanto saurus. That's my favorite dinosaur ever because you can ride them like a slide. Right down their neck and off their tail. I tried to do that with my dog but he wasn't too happy about it."

"You mean brontosaurus?" Derek asked. "That's what I said Derek." Stiles insisted. "Stiles, do you know where your mommy went?" Derek asked. "Well, mommy said that her and umm what's his name; I think it's Carlos, yeah Carlos are going away for a while and she'll be back very soon. But, she says that all the time. She has a new boyfriend as often as she goes away. She's usually gone for weeks and leaves me with grandpa. His name is Gerard. He's cool. But not as cool as you or the dinosaurs." Stiles finished.

Derek watched Stiles stuff his face with the pancakes and chug down the bottle of apple juice. "Hey Stiles, do you know where you live?" Derek asked out of curiosity. "Duh Derek! Who doesn't? We live in New York." "Did you know New York has one of the biggest toy stores?" Derek questioned. "No way! Really? Can we go!?" Stiles begged.

Derek figured he could keep the kid out of his hair for a while if he bought him a few things. "Sure. Let's go." Derek took a final spoonful of oatmeal and finished his coffee. Derek and Stiles threw out their empty containers. Well Stiles tried but wasn't tall enough resulting in the containers falling on him. Derek laughed and helped him out.

Stiles and Derek stood on the curb looking for a taxi. "What are we doing Derek?" Stiles asked. "Waiting for a ride to get to the toy store. Unless you wanna walk?" Derek offered. "Yes." Stiles replied. "Yes, what?" Derek asked confused. "Yes. Walking." Stiles chirped. Derek sighed and started to cross the street. "Derek! Wait! You forgot me!" Stiles cried. "I didn't forget you. Come on, get over here." Derek demanded. "Derek, we're crossing the street. You have to take my hand." Stiles reminded him. Derek huffed and walked back to grab Stiles.

They walked for about twenty minutes before Stiles started to complain. "Derek. My feet hurt. Are we almost there?" Stiles whined. "Look you're the one who wanted to walk, not me kiddo." Derek retorted. "Yeah, but I didn't expect it to take this long." Stiles moaned. "We're almost there Stiles, hang in there." Derek encouraged.

Finally after what seemed like forever with Stiles perpetual blabbering the reached the toy store. "Wow." Stiles whispered in awe. "Wait till' you get inside." Derek smiled. The sliding doors parted and the two boys made their way inside. The place was huge. Toys of every kind you could possibly imagine. Planes, dolls, stuffed animals, video games, action figures, fake swords, and yes dinosaurs. There were tons of kids and their parents there. This place was never not crowded.

"Stiles, look over there." Derek beckoned. "Dinosaurs!" Stiles beamed. Stiles ran through the crowd to get to the dinosaurs. "Stiles, wait!" Derek called out. Before Stiles realized, he was in a swarm of people not paying any attention to the small child below them. Derek couldn't find Stiles in the sea of people.

"Derek?" Stiles cried out. "Where are you I-I-I can't find you." Stiles began to panic. "Please Derek, this isn't fun." Stiles quaked. Stiles felt a panic attack coming on. He crouched down and held his head. He began to cry and wheeze. Unable to catch his breath he couldn't call out for Derek. People continued to bump into him. Ignoring the poor child on the floor. Stiles looked up and everything was spinning. He cried even harder because Derek wasn't around to save him.

"Stiles!" Derek shouted over every one. "Stiles! Where are you!?' He yelled, full of worry in his voice. Derek pushed his way through the mass of people in front of him. Finally after shoving people and shouting at them to get out of his way he found poor Stiles, crouched down on the floor. "Stiles." Derek breathed. Stiles looked up and jumped into Derek's arms. "I thought you left me! I thought you left like mommy. I thought that I lost you. I was so scared Derek." Stiles sniffled.

Derek picked up Stiles and whispered, "Stiles, I'm not going to lose you or leave you or anything. I promise." "Y-you promise?" Stiles shuddered, still trying to catch his breath. Derek shook his head and rubbed Stiles' back. Just an hour ago Derek wanted nothing to do with this kid now he lost his mind the minute the kid got lost for three minutes. What's happening?" Derek asked himself. Interrupted by a small voice asking if they could go get dinosaurs now? Derek shook his head and carried Stiles over to the dinosaur aisle.

Derek placed Stiles on his feet. "Pick anything you want." Derek sympathized. "Really?" Stiles asked, looking at him with wide eyes. "Really." Derek smiled. "I don't know what to pick." Stiles gasped excitedly. "Whatever you'd like." Derek said.

Stiles ran over to the big rubber dinosaurs and picked out about five. A Brontosaurus of course, a T-rex, Ankylosaurs, Triceratops, and a Raptor. "Those are the one you want?" Derek eyed over the toys. "Yes." Stiles sang out. "Wait! Can I have that coloring book, too?" He buzzed. Derek reached over and took the coloring book off the shelf. "Okay, I'm done. Thank-you Derek." Stiles said while hugging him. Well more like leaning his head on Derek's stomach because he can't extend his arms or he precious dinosaurs might fall on the floor. "You're welcome buddy." Derek grinned. "Let's get outta here." Derek placed his hand on Stiles' back and led him to the cash register.