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Lucas was whimpering at the door, pacing in front of it as he looked back to Stiles every now and again.
“You sure he's coming back this time?” Lucas asked for the four hundredth time that hour alone. Stiles sighed, rubbing his temple as he continued to feed Malachi his bottle. Even after the six months since Derek came back, the boy was frantic every time the man even left to go to the store without him.
“Lucas. Uncle Peter went with him, and what did Peter promise?” he urged the little boy, pausing as Malachi hiccuped before giving him the nipple of the bottle back.
“That if Daddy even looked like he was gunna run, he would shock him with the taser.”
“That's right baby, so come here and help me feed your brother.” Lucas reluctantly walked over, flopping over the arm of the couch and looking down at Malachi.
“How come Malachi changed his name?” he asked suddenly, making Stiles blink at that.
“Hmm? Oh, because he's a Hale now. Just like you, and Daddy and Peter--”
“And you!” Lucas said softly, making Stiles smile even more.
“Yeah, like me.” he swallowed, looking down as Malachi began to squirm for attention in his arms. “Just like papa.”
The door opened, Lucas looking up hopefully but was crushed when Isaac and Scott walked in. Isaac ran over and leaned over the couch to make a face at Malachi, the baby making grabby hands at the wolf.
“Well hey cutie, come to uncle Isaac.” he lifted the baby up, taking the spit rag and patting his back gently as Scott flopped onto the couch and nuzzled into Stiles.
“So, did we miss it?” Scott asked, Lucas crawling over his chest and nuzzling into him. Stiles rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through the brown curls.
“What do you think, Scooby Doo?” Scott slapped his knee, giving him a frown.
“You're going to run out of dog jokes eventually.” he warned, but Stiles just shrugged.
“In which I will move on to all the Lacrosse jokes I can find. Then I think I might go sassy and throw in a couple 'brother' jokes. Oh! Hey, you think I can get away with saying how we're going to have a sister in like two weeks? The same sister even?”
“Stiles, I'll just open up the can of Twilight jokes that Isaac and I have been thinking about since Malachi.” the teen snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Oh my god, that was like... eight months ago. Did it really take you that long to think of insults?” there was silence from the teen and Isaac confirmed it.
“We would watch the movies on the road trip trying to find similarities.”
“Isaac!” Scott whined, sitting up from Stiles' lap and jostling Lucas who he had forgotten was on him.
“Ah! Scott!” the boy fell off the couch onto the carpet and pouted. “Meany.” Scott frowned, grabbing the little boy and lifting him back onto his lap.
“Oof! Lucas my god, you're going to be huge! Are you sure you're only six?” Scott asked, making the boy giggle again. All of the wolves looked up, their heads slowly moving in the same direction as they listened to the same noise outside.
Stiles would have made a joke if he wasn't just as on edge. The door twisted, flinging open as Peter walked in carrying large bags and letting them spill on the floor.
“I know why your dumb daddy wanted me to go, Lucas.” Peter pouted, sighing dramatically. “It was so I could carry almost everything the entire time.” Derek chuckled as he walked in, hip checking the man and winking.
“It's because I was carrying the most important thing.” he said, smiling brightly as Lucas ran forward.
“Daddy! Daddy! Did you get it?” he asked, tugging on his new leather jacket. Derek ruffled his hair and nodded.
“Oh yes. Say hello to your sister. Tora Laura Hayashi Hale.” he lifted the little blanket off her carrier, the small Japanese baby letting out a whimper as she blinked the light in. Lucas smiled, reaching down to touch her little claws.
Stiles walked over, kissing Derek firmly on the mouth and then reached down to bring the little girl up to his face.
“Hey there, Tora. Thanks for forcing Derek back into the right path. Oh, and I totally punched him for you.” she hiccuped, licking her lips as she slowly turned into her Tiger form, tail hanging out of the little diaper as she batted at Stiles' nose.
And life was fucking perfect.