Chapter 1: Introduction
Derek Hale herded the kids into the hospital room, feeling the glares of nurses who are blantly opposed to having so many people in the room with a man whose just given birth, with quick hands and a sharp, "Not too loud."
Lydia Hale, eight years old and always flaunting that she was the oldest, quickly ran over to the bed. She wasted no time in hoisting herself up next to her daddy and asking, "Are you okay?" before snuggling into his side.
"I'm fine, baby girl," Stiles declared, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Taking this as a "okay" the rest of the children wasted no time in following her lead.
Jackson, six years old and spoiled rotten since he'd been intended as the last child, lifted three year old Boyd up and allowed the younger boy to claim his spot on Stiles's otherside before crawling up behind him. Erica to get onto the bed with her short five year old legs for a moment but refused Derek's help until she'd wedged herself between Lydia and Stiles.
Stiles looked up at Derek with a small smile, "Baby for baby?"
Derek sighed, "Stiles their our children we're not barginning." Regardless, he handed the restless two year old Scott to Stiles and took the bundle handed out to him. He could hear the children all rushing to tell Stiles everything he had missed while he as hospitalized as he looked at he child in his arms.
He ran a fingertip over a soft cheek, whispering "Hi there Isaac."
Chapter 2: 002. Love
So age differences:
Lydia is the oldest and theres a year beween her and Jackson.
Erica is year younger then Jackson and Boyd is three younger then her.
Scott is a year younger then Boyd and theres two years between him and Issac.
And they won't always be the same age as they were in the first drabble.
Balancing newborn Issac on his hip while Scott clung to his leg, Stiles barely managed to place the tray of cookies and glasses of milk on the counter before Jackson and Erica barreled into the room. Jackson's lightup shoes had been discarded in the kitchen while his yellow backpack was still slung over his shoulder - he must have had homework - while Erica's pink and orange flipflops still attoned her feet and she had a sheet of paper in her hand - a fieldtrip?
As the duo sat down in front of their respective cups, Erica always used the glass frog one and Jackson refused to use anything other then the plastic pure blue one, Stiles noticed the lack of another blonde head right as he heard something slam in he distance. He blinked several times before looking at Jackson, "Did you do someting to your sister again?"
"What?" Jackson excaimed from around a cookie. "She was like that when she got on the bus! I swear, daddy!"
Stiles looked at him for a minute before nodding, "Okay."
An hour later once everyone homework and premission sheets were done and Jackson had retreated outside with a soccer ball, Erica sat at the kitchen table with nail polish and remover, Boyd sat on the living room with his toys, and Scott and Issac were sleeping Stiles made his way upstairs to Lydia's bedroom.
He knocked on the glittering purple door and called, "Lydia? I'm coming in sweetie." The door creaked open slowly to reveal his oldest sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest and tears staining her cheeks. "Oh baby...what happened?"
Lydia launched herself into his ars as soon as Stiles sat down. He could feel something wet gathering on his shirt as she hiccuped, "Promise not to tell Papa?"
His chin rested on her head and his hand rubbed smooth circles on her back, "Promise."
"Samantha Presley is going out with Joshua!"
Stiles's mouh fell into an O - it was this kind of problem? He sighed as he pulled her closer, he'd thought he had a few more years before this happened, "It'll be alright Lydia. Josh will break up with Samantha eventually and you can go out with him then. We'll even make a cupcake for you to give to him when you do. No one can resist cupcakes."
"Promise?" Lydia sniffled.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of herhead, "On rainbows and gumdrops."
Chapter 3: Light
Jackson pressed his face against the window, ignoring the way Boyd’s car seat dug into his stomach. “Whoa…” Outside the fairgrounds were lit with their annual Christmas light fair. “Papa, Papa, look Santa’s elves are dancing!”
Derek focused on the line of cars in front of him and not hitting them, “I see.”
“Jackson are you sure you’re alright?” Stiles asked, twisting around in his seat to look at the six year old. He sat in the way back of the van in-between Erica’s booster seat and Boyd’s car seat in only his Deadpool boxers and a black tank top despite the weather. “Erica can share her blanket with you, you know.”
“No!” she objected, fisting the tiger print blanket and pulling in closer to her. “I don’t want Jackson to touch my blankie! He’ll get cooties all over it, daddy!”
“Erica,” Derek warned glancing at her through the mirror. Her grip relaxed just a bit. He added, “And Jackson put your seatbelt back on. I don’t want you kissing the window, it’s dirty.” He frowned as he flopped back into his seat, arms crossed and a pout on his lips.
By the time they rounded the corner Jackson was pressed against the window again.
Chapter 4: 004. Dark
Boyd gripped his SpongeBob blanket as though his life depended on it as he padded down the hallway. As he passed he could hear a faint whisper of music from Lydia’s room, because she always slept with some kind of music on, and Jackson’s sleep talking, which almost sounded like it was in a different language.
The five year old kept walking until he reached the door at the end of the hallway. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he pushed it open and walked to the large bed in the center. Placing both hands on his shoulder, Boyd shook Derek, “Papa…Papa wake up.”
“Boyd?” Derek groaned, soft and voice sleepy, as he turned to face him. “What are you doing in here? You should be asleep.”
Boyd hugged his blanket tightly and looked at his feet, “I had a bad dream.”
On the other side of the bed, Stiles rubbed his eyes as he sat up, “Do you want to tell us what happened?” He shook his head several times. There was silence before the sound of shuffling. “Get on up here.”
Boyd climbed over Derek and settled inbetween the two, feeling absolutely safe and content when Stiles’s arms came around his waist.
Chapter 5: Seeking Solace
005. Seeking Solace
“Thank god your home Sti-” Derek blinked when the person in the kitchen doorway wasn’t his husband. His eyebrows scrunched together when he realized the person in front of him with a large bruise on their left cheek and messy hair tied in a bun was his sister. “Laura what-”
“Please don’t ask, Derek,” Laura said. Her voice sounded different in person then it had on the phone last week, it sounded so broken. Her hands made themselves into fists, “Can I stay here for a while?”
“Yeah of course,” he agreed, reaching out to draw her into his arms and taking note of the way she flinched back before relaxing. He pressed a kiss into her hair, “It’s good to see you, Lar.”
Her arms wrapped loosely around him, “It’s good to see you too.”
A loud screeched erupting from somewhere in the house made them jump apart. Moments later Erica busted into the kitchen, “Papa, Scott fell down the stairs and Jackson looks like he might throw Isaac across the room.”
“Scott? Isaac?” questioned Laura as she followed her brother through the house. “How many do you have now? It hasn’t been that long since I’ve visited has it?”
“Six. We haven’t seen you since Stiles was pregnant with Boyd,” Derek supplied. Laura watched as he dropped to his knees next to a small boy with slightly curly brown hair and tears staining his cheeks. Soothingly, he picked the child up and whispered, “It’s alright, Scott. Everything’s all right now, I’ve got you.”
Even though the words weren’t meant towards her, Laura found herself believing them.
Chapter 6: Dark
A little bit of Sterek for you guys ;)
006. Break Away
Derek’s hands ran through Stiles’s hair, the younger males head buried in his chest and his hands gripping in his shirt, and his heart throbbed at the feeling of tears on your shirt. He brushed his lips against his ear, “We don’t have to Stiles. I’m sure-”
“No,” Stiles objected, shaking his head. “You want this job, we need this job if we’re going to keep food on the table and a roof over Lydia and Jackson’s head. I just-” his hands tightened on Derek’s shirt, “I’m all my dad has left and when we leave…when we leave he won’t have anyone there anymore. And I mean, who is he going to have dinner with every Sunday and take out on their birthdays? Who is he supposed to spoil with gifts-”
“Shh,” Derek mumbled, drawing Stiles closer to him and burying his head in his neck. “Moving isn’t going to mean you’ll never see your dad. We’re only going to be an hour away and the kids are never going to stop talking about their Grandpa.”
Stiles’s head turned, his ear pressed against Derek’ heart and his lips near Derek’s, “Promise?”
“Promise,” Derek answered, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back completely. “Now let me up, someone needs to check that the kids are actually sleeping.”
Chapter 7: Heaven
Choked up a little when I was working on this one.
Derek had gotten home at a decent time, in a good mood, the kids had worn themselves out playing outside, all of them together without anyone getting hurt, thank god, and Stiles was really never in a bad mood, so the family had taken residence in their living room.
Jackson and Erica, in a rare form of truce between the eight and seven year old, have curled up together in the love seat with her tiger print blanket thrown over them and their respective stuffed animals in their arms. Lydia, who is ten years old and was already starting to fight with Stiles about everything, was seated on the floor with her legs drawn up and her comforter from her bed over her. Scott and Isaac, who will always be daddy’s boys, had curled up on either side of Stiles. Boyd, who Stiles sometimes thinks is the most like Derek, had curled into Derek’s side on the other end of the couch.
On the screen the movie Erica had chosen played.
“Papa,” Scott said, his voice sleepy as he shifted against Stiles, “how come the lady on the screen has two grandpas?”
Both of his parents froze for a moment as all of his siblings turned, no doubt wondering the same question even though they had never voiced it, and after a moment Stiles began, “Oh Scott, we-”
“When I was really young,” Derek cut in, his voice rough as he sat up and drew the boy towards him, “my parents had to leave me. But it’s okay because I know their watching over me and thinking about how adorable their grandchildren are.”
“Oh…” Scott mumbled, her thumping against Derek’s chest. “Papa, you’re not going to leave me right?”
“Right,” Derek whispered into Scott’s hair. “I won’t leave you.”
Chapter 8: Innocence
Slight NSFW in this chapter and lots of Jackson makes things awkward.
Seriously though, when your kids are this young you should just stop having sex all together :|
Stiles groaned with his face pressed against the pillow and two of Derek’s fingers inside of him, “D-Derek. Hurry up, damn it.”
“Patience Stiles,” Derek said with a chuckle and a kiss to his husbands back. As he adjusted to fit another in, because there was no reason to take chances with Stiles regardless of what he wanted, there was a creak before a crack of light flooded in.
“Papa, is daddy okay? Erica said it sounded like someone was hurting him,” Jackson’s voice asked.
“I’m fine,” Stiles declared as Derek rolled off of him, pulling a blanket higher up on their bodies. “Why aren’t you in bed, baby?”
“Erica got freaked out,” Jackson explained, “and she asked me to come check on you.”
Stiles rubbed at his forehead, “Go back to bed. I’ll come get your sister in a minute.”
As Jackson closed the door, the sound of footsteps following him, Derek questioned, “Why did we have kids again?”
Chapter 9: 009. Drive
Stiles was waiting in the living room when Derek and Lydia returned. He took in the way Derek’s eyes were wide and his hands shaky before asking, “How’d it go?”
“It was fun!” Lydia exclaimed as Derek disappeared into the kitchen. She smiled widely. “I can’t wait to turn sixteen!”
“Uh huh,” Stiles drawled. He stood up, approaching the kitchen. “Why don’t you go play with the others outside, Lydia? I think they’re in the pool.”
“Seriously?” Lydia exclaimed. “Jackson promised to make them wait for me to get back!” As she ran up the stairs, he slipped into the kitchen to find Derek steeled against the kitchen counter with a glass of water.
He rolled his lip between his teeth before venturing, “That bad?”
“Stiles she almost crashed us into a tree,” Derek declared, taking a sip. “I’m begging you to take over. There’s no way I can go on another drive with her, my sanity is imperative to my job.”
Chapter 10: Breathe Away
010. Breathe Again
The ride up the elevator was hell on Stiles as his head raced with the worse possibilities. When it finally dinged and the doors opened, he rushed down the hall barely registering the numbers on the wall until he reached 345.
His breath stilled as he opened the door and called, softly, “Jackson?”
“Over here, dad,” his son replied. He let the breathe out, thank god he was alive. Turning around the corner his stomach dropped again when he saw Jackson with bandages wrapped around his head and ribs and a cast on his leg. “A concussion, a few broken ribs, and my leg. The tree is apparently completely fucking fine. Bastard…”
That was when Stiles remembered that god, Jackson was fine but still such an idiot and set in on the lecture. “Underage, drinking Jackson? And then driving! I know you’re not that stupid!”
Chapter 11: Memory
“W-wait for me!” stuttered Isaac, tiny legs struggling to keep up with Scott and Boyd as the three year old chased after his racing brothers.
Scott huffed, “No way! I’ve got to beat Boyd!” The other boy didn’t say anything as he kept his pace in front of Scott.
As he watched his sons, Derek had this pang of remembrance. He remembered trying desperately to keep up with Laura, his father laughing at him, and his mother hitting him then telling Derek that it was only a matter of time before he grew big enough to overtake Laura in their little contests.
“Oh my god! Papa, Isaac is bleeding!” cuts through his thoughts and suddenly Derek’s ears were filled with a sobbing three year old and panicked five year old. He shook his head, letting the memories of his family drift to the back of his mind again, before grabbing the bag, no doubt containing band aids and cream knowing stiles, next to him and running towards his sons.
Chapter 12: Insanity
“I’m home!” called Stiles, slamming the door shut behind him. Almost imminently there was a scramble and kids shouting before five pairs of arms wrapped around his legs. Lydia’s hands were wrapped around his waist and her head buried into his hip. Jackson was in the same position on his right side. Erica had managed to wiggling under Jackson and had a pretty good hold on his leg while Scott and Boyd were practically sitting on his feet.
“Don’t ever go away again,” Lydia mumbled, rubbing her head against him. “Papa nearly killed us all.”
Stiles laughed, patting her back as she tried to make his way towards the living room, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, baby.”
“We’re had KFC and McDonalds for the past four days because he kept burning food,” Jackson put in.
“And Papa didn’t make me my milk and cookies!” whined Erica.
Scott’s grip tightened. “He told me Cedric Diggory died! Daddy you told me he just moved!”
Boyd didn’t say anything, so Stiles placed a hand on his head. “Let me guess, Papa didn’t tell you a bedtime story?” The feel of his jeans bunching together was the only answer he received. “We’ll fix everything tonight, okay? Now why don’t you get off Daddy so I can go see Isaac and Papa while you guys look at your presents.”
When he finally made it to the living room, Derek was sitting with Isaac balanced on his knee, his eyes red with exhaustion. Derek took a deep breath before saying, “I don’t know how you handle them all day.”
“The secret to taking care of them, Derek, is that I’m not exactly in my right mind.”
Chapter 13: Misfortune
“I can’t believe you fell off the monkey bars,” Stiles exclaimed as he opened the door. Behind him, Derek was carrying Scott. “And you broke your leg doing it!”
Scott burrowed his face into Derek’s chest before muttering, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Baby I’m not upset,” Stiles answered, turning to press a kiss to Scott’s hair before walking into the house. “I was just very worried when your teacher called me.”
Derek adjusted his arm, jostling Scott a bit but still mindful of the hard bright green cast, and pressed a kiss of his own to his son’s forehead. “Let’s go find you some sharpies okay? And when your brothers and sisters get home you can let them sign it.”
“Oh but Papa and Daddy first!” Scott exclaimed.
Stiles chuckled, “Okay, kiddo. Papa and Daddy will sign it first.”
Chapter 14: Smiles
Sorry this took so long.
I just...I don't like this one.
Stiles lives to his kids smile.
He loves the way Lydia’s eyes light up when he takes her shopping, the way Jackson shows off all his teeth when he finds a signed permission slip for a new sport, any sport he wants to play, in his backpack, and the way Erica’s smile reaches her eyes when he brings her sweets that she loves.
Stiles’ heart melts when Boyd gives him one of his reserved turn of the lips and he swears Scott has a different smile for each of them. Isaac’s smile are always a little shy, a side effect of having so many out-there siblings.
And all of it makes Stiles smile a bit more than he did before them, before Derek.
Chapter 15: Silence
When Derek returned from work to a house completely silent, other than the sound of the TV in the living room, his first reaction was fear. He had six children and a husband with more energy than all of them put together. Silence was virtually impossible to come by.
He sighed when he reached the living room, half with relief and half with exhaustion.
The kids were spread out on the floor – Erica with her on Jackson’s bare stomach and his limbs stuck out at odd angles, Scott and Isaac zipped up together in a Spiderman sleeping bag with their heads on Boyd’s lap – with the exception of Lydia curled into Stiles’ on the couch. On the TV screen a Disney movie had been abandoned by the sleeping family.
“Idiot,” Derek muttered fondly as he stepped around them to press a kiss to Stiles’ forehead.