A/N: This fic will be set two/three years in the future where NOBODY dies and Derek is still an Alpha, but an Alpha with a stable pack and the Hale house rebuilt. Erica and Boyd didn't die. Allison didn't die. No Kate (I hate her), slight mention of the Alpha pack. Scallison is FOREVER. Isaac and Danny... hmmm... it think they're cute together... look at those dimples!

So, basically, this is a fic about Sterek fluffiness plus accidental baby acquisition! Oyeah!

I do not own Teen Wolf (although, I would want a Stiles of my own :D)

Enjoy!

**this is UN-BETAed and all errors are mine :)

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There was a baby crying the moment Stiles woke up from his much needed nap after a long drive from San Francisco to Beacon Hills.

He could hear a baby crying. Like honest to God, there’s a baby crying somewhere in his house and it’s kind of freaking him out… okay, it really is freaking him out because the moment he got up from his bed, the crying got louder and he really wants to think that maybe he just needed more sleep. He contemplated on going back to bed but the crying was starting to get more frantic and that made him think that maybe the neighbours will call the cops on him. So, he grabbed his bat and his phone, quickly sending a text to Derek that says, ‘9-1-1! To my house! QUICK!’

He pocketed his phone and began descending down the stairs where the crying turned into soft sniffling. When he got to the kitchen, there was a baby in a car seat on his Dad’s kitchen table with a huge duffle bag on the floor.

“Stiles, were you dating another werewolf behind my back?!”

Stiles did not squeal like a girl in a horror movie, but he did almost bashed Derek’s head with his bat if it weren’t for the werewolf super senses and super reflexes.

“Dude, I am going to get you a bell! And no, I wasn’t dating anyone!” Stiles whined as his shoulders relaxed. He quickly glanced back at the baby, who was sniffling and sobbing quietly in the car seat. Suddenly, his latent paternal instinct kicked in and he took the baby from the car seat, carefully cradling the baby’s head as he cooed and placed the baby on his chest, “Oh… there you go…”

“Stiles, where did you get the baby? Did you kidnap him… or her?” Derek asked as his eyes flashed red causing the baby to whimper and bury his or her head into Stiles’ neck.

Honestly, Derek shouldn’t really jump to conclusions that fast… he really shouldn’t.

“I didn’t kidnap the baby. I woke up from my nap and heard this little cutie on my Dad’s kitchen table. I don’t even know if this baby is a he or a she. I haven’t even tried opening the duffle bag too! Which brings me to you, could you please check the bag if there’s some milk and diapers?” Stiles said as he gestured at the duffle bag on the kitchen floor.

Derek rolled his eyes and lifted the bag, then placed it on the kitchen table. He opened the bag and found a baby bottle filled with milk, which was warm, “This milk is still warm…”

“Still warm? What?! Did whoever left this little angel in our house made milk before him or her high-tailed out of here? Unbelievable! Give me that! Any letters or documents?” Stiles asked as he took the bottle from Derek’s hand and got the baby to latch immediately on the nipple.

Derek couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. Seeing Stiles with a baby in his arms made him feel warm inside and it makes him wonder if the young man would actually say ‘yes’ to a date with him and maybe, just maybe, he’d consider having a future with him.

The werewolf went back to rummaging through the bag and saw an envelope.

“I’m sorry for leaving her in your care but I know that I can’t fulfil her special needs. My coven won’t permit me keep her… Please take care of her and love her as if she was your own. Her name is Hope.”

“-that’s what the note says. The mother must be a witch and based on my knowledge, an offspring between a werewolf and a witch was considered taboo. It’s either they give the child away after the baby’s born or they have an abortion in the early stages.” Derek explained as his hands curled up in to a fist.

His shoulders were tense and he felt like he wanted to punch someone until Stiles placed a reassuring hand on his forearm, anchoring the werewolf, “Hey, hey… it doesn’t matter anymore. Hope is ours now and we’ll take care of her.” The young man said with a small smile on his face.

“I know… it’s just that… it’s inhumane. We were raised differently. We hated that practice. Every life is important and giving away your own blood and flesh just like that…” Derek said as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

The baby – Hope garbled happily from behind her bottle as her eyes twinkled at the sight of Derek. She made grabby hands at the man and Stiles laughed softly, “You wanna play with good ol’ Sourwolf, munchkin?” he asked before turning his attention towards Derek.

Derek’s face lit up like Christmas at the suggestion and said, “I… are you sure, Stiles? I mean, she’s yours now and I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”

Stiles’ grin grew wide when he said, “Dude, any boundaries that we have long been overstepped on since you came into my life. Besides, after we get this little bundle of joy to sleep, WE are going to talk about you jumping to conclusions about me dating another werewolf behind your back because I distinctly remember going to college without any attachments… yet.”

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 Author's Note: So, what do you guys think? OOOOOH, I will be posting an update on my other works within the day! :D