Sterek fics

16 // morning baby

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Stiles rubbed sleepily at his eyes, blinking through the bleariness of left over sleep. The pack was buzzing around the house, he could hear them eating breakfast and talking loudly as he shuffled down the stairs on wobbly, sleep stiff legs. The boy tightened his blanket around his shoulders, his body hidden behind the baby blue fabric.

"Morning Stiles" Isaac greeted from the table, where he was sipping from a coffee mug and reading something on Scott's laptop. Stiles waved as best he could behind his blanket as he stepped off of the last step and shuffled towards the couch, where Derek was sat with a large book on his lap. Stiles recognized it as the book on witches and magic that Stiles had borrowed from the woman that was teaching him more about his spark.

Stiles whined, bumping his knee against Derek's to gain his attention. Derek looked up with an amused smile, watching as Stiles' bottom lip jutted out, his eyebrows furrowing down and his eyes squinting with impatience. Derek chuckled, sliding a piece of paper into the book to mark his place before shutting it and sliding it onto the couch. Stiles immediately climbed onto the mans lap, wrapping his arms around the mans torso and burying his face in his neck with a small whine, curling his knees towards his chest.

"How'd you sleep, baby?" Derek asked, brushing Stiles' hair away from his forehead, running his fingers through the back of the boy's hair. Stiles preened, pushing back into the soft touch.

"Okay" stiles answered, rubbing the tip of his nose against Derek's jawline, his eyes peacefully falling shut.

"Lydia's making pancakes" Derek pointed out. Stiles had already smelled the breakfast cooking, but it made his stomach flip as soon as the scent hit his nose. Derek held him closer, smelling the apprehension on him.

"M'not hungry" stiles mumbled, resting his temple on the mans shoulder, his nose pressed softly against his neck. Derek hummed, sliding his hand over the boy's thin stomach, still being able to fell the jutting ribs no matter how many crackers and small fruit bowls and nibbles of dinner he had to watch Stiles eat.

"You can either eat a small pancake or you can eat a fruit bowl and a bowl of oatmeal" Derek said firmly, gently nudging his jaw against the boy's nose. The pack went quiet once the conversation started, silently walking through the house with their heads down, giving them as much privacy as they could without leaving the immediate vicinity.

"Fruit and oats, please. My handful or yours?" Stiles asked begrudgingly.

"Yours if you promise me you'll eat it all" Derek proposed, shifting his head to the side so he could look into Stiles' eyes, feeling the tension and apprehension in his boy's shoulders.

"Promise" stiles grumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around Derek's shoulders as the man stood up with him. Derek wrapped his arms around the back of Stiles' thighs, guiding the boy to wrap them around his waist as he walked to the kitchen.

"Morning Sti" Lydia smiled, sliding her fingers through the boy's hair.

"G'morning Lyds" Stiles whispered, his head still resting on Derek's shoulder. Derek wrapped his arm under Stiles' bum so he could use his other hand to pull the cabinet open and pull out the bag of oats. He skillfully opened the bag with one hand and left it on the counter as he turned around so Stiles could see it.

"A full handful baby" Derek warmed. Stiles grumbled but did it nonetheless, sticking his small hand in to the bag and pulling out a complete handful, dropping the oats into the bowl that Lydia silently slid towards him. He shoved his face back into Derek's neck once he was done, fisting the back of the mans tee shirt.

"Good boy" Derek praised softly, patting Stiles' bum affectionately before reaching for the fridge and grabbing the milk. He made Stiles' breakfast with only one hand, holding the 145 pound boy in his arms the entire time. Everyone was already sat at the table when Derek finally sat down with Stiles and the boys' breakfast. He added a small spoon of brown sugar and a sprinkle of cinnamon to the oatmeal and stirred it around before offering him a small spoonful. Stiles pouted, looking up at Derek with wide, solemn eyes.

"Eat your food, baby" Derek whispered softly, pushing down the feeling of guilt; he needed to do this, he needed to make sure Stiles was eating. He needed to make sure Stiles wasn't slowly killing himself.

Stiles slowly opened his mouth, hesitantly eating the oatmeal off of the spoon Derek offered. It wasn't too bland and it wasn't sweet enough to make his stomach spin. It was warm enough that it didn't hurt his throat when he swallowed and Derek was patient when he needed a minute between spoonfuls. The man was only offering small lumps that he knew stiles could eat without feeling overwhelmed, feeding him at a consistent pace but allowing him to small breaks to make him feel in control.

"You're all done, baby" Derek said, rubbing Stiles' back in soothing circles as the pack chattered around them. "I'm so proud of you. You did so good" Derek praised, kissing his boy's forehead.

"Can we watch cartoons?" Stiles asked in a whisper beside Derek's ear.

"Sure baby. You're gonna eat your fruit while we watch, right?" He asked, grasping the bowl of watermelon and cucumber as he carried him to the living room. Stiles nodded weakly against Derek's neck as the man sat on the couch. The pack trickled in once Stiles had settled in between Derek's legs, his back resting against the mans chest, Derek's nose softly nudging against Stiles' temple as they boy chewed slowly on a piece of watermelon. Derek handed Stiles the remote, watching the boy roam through the channels as Lydia and Isaac sat on either side of them. Lydia leaned her head against Stiles shoulder and Isaac wrapped his arm around Stiles' arm, leaning his head on Stiles skinny bicep.

"Der" stiles whispered, leaning his head back against Derek's shoulder so he could looked at the mans face. "I'm full" he whined softly, nudging his nose against Derek's. Derek hummed, picking up Stiles' bowl and examining the half full apparatus. He ate more than he had in the last few days and that made Derek happy enough.

"You did so good baby, I'm so proud of you" Derek kissed his lips softly, nudging his nose against Stiles' with a soft rumble of a hum that made the boy giggle. Stiles thought that the dull queasy feeling fluttering around his stomach was worth it to head those words. He hummed contently, leaning back against boyfriend and tilting his head to lean against Lydia's, nuzzling softly and gripping Isaacs arm to let them both know he appreciates having them there. The rest of the pack sat around them, adding onto the warmth they created. It made Stiles' head stop spinning for a few blissful moment; their warmth surrounding them as he felt Derek's arms wrap around his waist, his boyfriends nose nuzzling softly against his neck.

Stiles knew he was going to be okay.