derek/cookies with stiles watching
He watched intently as Derek turned the plate of cookies, perusing them for which one he wanted. It wasn’t normally such a precise event, but these were special cookies. These were cookies still warm from the oven, made from scratch by Stiles from a recipe he had found while they were cleaning out the ruins of the Hale manor.
These the sort of cookies his mother had made them when they were just pups.
Stiles had dumped dozens - dozens and dozens and dozens - of attempts in private, having stashed the recipe before Derek knew he’d found it. He had sworn Scott to secrecy, even from Isaac, and they had taken heaping plates of cookies to a bake sale at the elementary school. They’d both had to shower thoroughly so Derek wouldn’t notice the scent.
Finally, Stiles was satisfied that he had the recipe right. The cookies held together nicely, were a little fluffy, the chocolate just the right amount of melted. He had figured out how to sprinkle the sugar crystals evenly over the tops the moment they came out of the oven. They looked like the picture that was paper clipped behind the recipe, the one with little kid Derek holding the plate and beaming.
Finally, Derek smiled and selected one of the cookies. It was a bit lumpier than the others, probably the worst shaped cookie on the entire plate. He held it up for Stiles to see, and then shoved the whole thing into his mouth.
“Oh my god,” Stiles laughed. He raised both eyebrows in question, and Derek nodded.
“You got it,” he said around a mouthful of cookie.
Stiles snorted, picking one of the prettiest cookies on the plate and taking a bite. It was delicious. He tipped his head, motioning to the plate with one hand. “You picked the worst one.”
Before he answered, Derek swallowed the cookie. When he smiled, it was a little sad. “Yeah. My mom was terrible at baking.”
“But-” Stiles stood up a little straighter, pulling the old photo from his pocket. “They looked so nice here.”
Again, Derek smiled, plucking the photo from Stiles’ loose grasp and taking a closer look. “I made those.”