Author's Note: Alright I'm on a role with baby Stiles. Gonna let the idea run away with my brain for a bit. These are probably gonna be a bit shorter than the other chapters but still fun, I think. I own nothing.
Childlike Behavior: Erica and Boyd
Erica didn't like Deaton. She didn't trust him. Much less so when he had Peter set Stiles on the table and set out a bunch of tubes for her to play with while they talked about what had happened. It didn't take long for Stiles to break one of the tubes and cut her hand. But the adults in the room didn't seem to notice. So Erica scooped up the crying child and stole her pain while Boyd snagged a roll or bandages from the cabnet and wrapped her finger. Stiles laughed and cuddled closer to Erica who picked up the glass as Stiles turned back to the pile of stuff she was playing with. Erica wanted to stop her but Stiles hushed her and went back to drawing nonsense in the dust. The she-wolf wasn't sure if it was mountain ash or not. But she let Stiles play.
The tiny version of her friend was adorable, constantly getting her hair in her face. Erica giggled as her hair fell in her face again and she let out a frustrated squeak. Boyd took Erica's hand and slipped a rubber band off her wrist. He stepped up behind Stiles and quietly began to braid her hair. Erica raised an eyebrow as he finished the rather intricate fishtail and expertly slipped on the rubber band. Stiles glanced at her hair and beamed at Boyd before she went back to playing with the dirt. Boyd grinned and buried his head in Erica's hair. Erica turned to him and held him. He spoke quietly, knowing the other wolves in the room weren't listening.
"I used to braid my sister's hair like that." Erica felt her heart tighten. Boyd had told her about his sister, that she'd gone missing while he was supposed to be watching her. That she'd never been found. He sniffled into her hair and she held him tighter. Stiles seemed to have noticed that they were distressed. She pulled on what she could reach of Erica's shirt and the she-wolf turned to the child, still in Boyd's arms. Boyd glanced up at the little girl. Once Stiles was sure she had both of their attentions she placed her hands on the little mound in front of her that she'd surrounded with the weird symbols that were all over her mothers book. Her face screwed up in concentration and Erica watched in amazement as a bright purple lily bloomed from the pile of dust. Stiles cracked open one eye, which was glowing purple. She giggled in delight drawing the attention of every other person in the room. She carefully plucked the flower from the pile of dust as her eyes faded back to brown. She tugged on Erica's shirt again and the she-wolf let her pull her close and tuck the flower behind her ear. Tiny Stiles smiled again and went back to drawing symbols in the dirt. Erica leaned back into Boyd's arms.
"I want one." She whispered and he laughed into her hair.
"Maybe we'll make that happen in a few years. I gotta get a ring first." She turned in his arms and laid a kiss on his lips as three year old Stiles laughed at them from the vet's table.