If you’re still taking writing prompts, how about there’s a werewolf cub/child who needs a home (parents died, I dunno) and Stiles is certain it’s a great idea and Peter is hesitant. Stiles wins of course and happy ending for all. Quick story is fine, I just can’t get this out of my head! Thanks!!
I hope that fem! Stiles is okay with you. If not: apologies.
“Stiles. What is that?”
Stiles paused her humming and turned to the kitchen door. She smiled at Peter, more than happy to have him back home after the three days her mate spent frolicking around a werewolf convention. Well, she called it frolicking since all the panels sounded like fun and she’d be able to learn so much there, but it was a werewolf only edition and Derek and Peter went there alone to establish connections.
Peter looked a bit tired, but otherwise fine if a bit annoyed. He must have tried to get her attention one time too many.
“Hey, Creeperwolf,” she chirped. She was too busy with the bundle in her arms to go over and get her kiss, but she was sure Peter would be more than eager to get to scent marking her in a moment. “Welcome home. How did it go?”
“Stiles,” Peter repeated, completely ignoring her greeting in favor of glaring at her chest. “What are you holding.”
She looked from him, to the little ball of warmth and cuteness, then back to Peter again. Her eyebrow rose in disbelief because what else could she be holding other than, “A baby.”
“And where did you get the baby from?”
“Boyd found him this morning while patrolling the Preserve. Deaton said he’s too young to tell for sure if he’s a werewolf, but the clearing Boyd found the baby at smelled of wolf, so we’re having a meeting later in the evening when you and Derek get settled.”
Peter didn’t seem placated by her explanation at all. His brow was still furrowed and he crossed his arms in front of his chest, now clearly annoyed. “And the baby is here, why?”
“Because I was already at the clinic and the only one with any experience in handling a baby. I used to babysit for some of dad’s deputies,” Stiles explained and rocked the little boy, smiling at him as he gurgled at her happily.
She didn’t have to be looking at Peter to feel the force of his glare.
“We’re not keeping him,” Peter told her, voice firm and decisive.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, baby cradled to her chest. “I never said we would, Peter.”
He narrowed his eyes at her reply, but said nothing more on the matter as he left her and the little boy, and retreated to his study. Though Stiles thought of it more as an escape.
There was no escaping this cuteness though, she mused as the boy batted at her with his hands and squealed when she pretended to bite at his fingers. After two days of caring for the baby Stiles already felt attached, she’d just have to make sure Peter got invested as well.
It wasn’t an easy feat: making Peter interact with the boy she lovingly named Sammy.
After the pack collectively agreed that they can’t just leave the baby in an orphanage and let a potential werewolf baby get adopted by unsuspecting humans, Stiles and a very annoyed Peter took the boy back home with them. For the most part, Peter seemed torn between wanting to touch her and needing to be as far away from Sammy as possible.
“You’re just out of college, Stiles,” Peter tried to reason with her. “You wanted for us to go travel a bit before you found a job.”
“Travelling can wait till Sammy is a bit older. And I don’t really need to work right now, I have a very rich baby daddy,” Stiles leaned in to leave a wet kiss on Peter’s cheek and laughed when the man growled at her and pushed her away.
“We might still find his family, you shouldn’t get attached,” Peter told her as he watched Stiles wash Sammy in the sink.
“It’s been a week and there’s no trace of someone looking for a baby and there was no clues left where Boyd found him,” Stiles replied, quite reasonably, then jumped a bit when Sammy brought his chubby little arms down and splashed her with water.
The very loose, very thin and now also very wet t-shirt clung to her chest and distracted Peter from any other arguments he had. The moment Stiles put Sammy down for a nap Peter snatched her up and carried her off to their bedroom.
Three weeks after Stiles had taken Sammy home, she woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and soft crying.
She rolled out of bed, almost literally, pulled on the shirt Peter had discarded earlier that night, and headed for the guest room turned nursery.
They were lucky enough that Sammy usually slept through till morning, but on the rare occasion he woke up and started crying, Peter usually nudged Stiles awake and sent her off to “make him stop, dammit”.
Her and Sammy must have finally torn down some of Peter’s walls though, because when Stiles walked into Sammy’s room she found Peter holding the boy close to his chest with one hand under the baby’s butt and the other cradling his head. The sight of Peter moving around the room humming softly to her little boy made warmth bloom in her chest.
It looked like Peter was done running.