Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I don't know how you get yourself into these situations."
Stiles made a distressed noise and flailed eloquently from where he was stuck with his head between the bars of the baby crib.
"How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?"
"I dunno!" Stiles hissed, "I just wanted to give Daisy a raspberry and – ow." He'd tried to shrug, but only managed to get the bars to dig on either side of his neck.
Derek sighed, and put a hand on his husband's back to ease the pain. He looked over at their daughter and smiled a little, seeing her wide awake and looking back at him. "Hey, sweetheart. Daddy got his head stuck, huh?"
"Hey!" Stiles protested.
Daisy made a spit-bubble.
Derek smirked. "I'm gonna go get the saw." He said, longsuffering, starting to turn towards the door.
"No!"
"No?"
"No! You're gonna give our daughter a lifetime of nightmares!"
"How on earth am I going to do that?"
"She'll think you're gonna cut off my head!"
"She's a baby. She doesn't even know what a saw is supposed to do."
"So? She'll see you with a big-ass knife near my head and gonna think you're going to cut off my head, and I'm pretty sure she knows heads are supposed to be attached to necks, Derek."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah."
"You're being ridiculous."
Stiles whined. "I know, I really don't wanna give Daisy nightmares, though."
"Okay. How about I take her away? Put her on the door-swing facing the other way? She'll be safe and won't see a thing."
Stiles tried to nod but groaned mid-way. "Yeah, that sounds good." he said, slightly choked off.
Derek shook his head in fond exasperation, only Stiles, and picked up Daisy, who shrieked delightedly as soon as she caught on the fact that she was being put in the swing. Derek brushed his lips on her forehead, then turned back to Stiles, "gonna be a moment, 'kay?"
"Yeah."
Daisy started to babble away in baby gibberish, and Derek went and came back with the saw hidden behind his back when Daisy could see him, in a barely a minute. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Derek rolled his eyes. "You're such a drama-queen," he muttered starting to saw away.
"My head is stuck in a crib, and I have a saw near my neck!"
"And whose fault is that?"
Stiles huffed.
Derek smiled, not long ago he wouldn't even have dreamt of having what he has now; a real house, a daughter, a husband that really loves him, a family. And yeah, said husband was no stranger to accidents like this one, but that's probably one of the things Derek loved most about it all. The continuously crazy ways Stiles, still, managed to surprise him.
The bar detached with the last stroke of the saw, and he pulled it away.
Stiles, carefully, pulled himself out and started stretching his neck. "Man, that was scary."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Did you really think, I was gonna accidentally cut off your neck?"
"I know sometimes you want to," Stiles shrugged.
"Ah. Now I regret missing." Derek said deadpan.
Stiles grinned. "You love me."
Daisy shrieked, bouncing on her swing, trying to turn towards their voices.
Derek shook his head, the dumbest, hugest smile on his lips. "Yeah, I know. I really do."
Later, when they were downstairs; Derek putting together dinner and Stiles and Daisy on the couch, Derek heard Stiles, finally giving their daughter the hard-won raspberry.
Life was good.