for swingsetindecember wanted a fic w/ Stiles cooing over a baby wearing this onesie while Derek jogs shirtless :)
Many people, not entirely without reason, had a tendency to be slightly skeptical of Stiles’ sincerity in certain situations. Yes, sarcasm was second nature to him, and yes, he often had trouble holding back the urge to mess with people and push their buttons, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t times and situations when he was utterly and completely sincere.
Like when he says Scott is his brother.
Like when he says ‘I love you,’ to his dad.
Like when he says that in a fight between Batman and Wolverine, Batman would win.
And the one that nearly no one who knows him believes, because he is a teenage boy, because he is a teenage Stiles; the he totally thinks babies are the most adorable, and he that wants to squish all their little faces til they let out that little baby giggle.
And he knows not to comment on strangers’ kids, really, he is aware it pushes the boundaries of park etiquette. But hey, when an adorable little toddler starts trying to crawl up his leg while he’s sprawled on the grass waiting for Scott to come by with the frisbee, as after an ‘incident’ on the college quad the park was the only place they were allowed to indulge their love of flying discs, it was only polite to engage a little.
"And who are you little missy?" Stiles asked sitting up, making little waving motions with his fingers. She had dark hair barely long enough to be pinned back with some moon and star barrettes, and bright hazel eyes that lit up with delight as she cooed and made grabby motions for his fingers, which after a few feints he allowed her to grab on to one and clutch it tightly.
Really tightly for a baby.
"That is some grip on you!" Stiles said, reaching with his free hand to tickle her tummy, making her laugh and release his hand. He read the writing on her onesie and laughed in turn.
"So you were raised by wolves! I guess that explains everything!" he exclaimed as he renewed his tickling campaign, while looking around to try to figure out where she had come from. There wasn’t anyone sitting near him, let alone anyone who seemed to be missing a baby…
But that shirtless guy with any empty jogging stroller racing towards Stiles at breakneck speed looked promising.
In more ways than one.
"Just so you know, she found me, I did not snatch her," Stiles said hastily pulling his hands back as Hot Half Naked Jogging Daddy got closer.
"I know you didn’t," HHNJD said as he stopped besides Stiles, not even breathing heavy after his sprint. "Beatrice…got out of her stroller…somehow… while I was tying my shoe."
"Seriously? She really managed to book it over here pretty quickly. And man, you should contract the company or consumer affairs or something, that sounds like a major defect."
"It wasn’t…yeah, we should do that," HHNJD said, his eyes fixed Stiles while Beatrice crawled onto Stiles’ lap.
"C’mon Bea, time to go back to daddy…" Stiles coaxed even as she wrapped her arms around him, seriously this kid had a future in wrestling.
"I’m not her daddy," HHNJD, well, not ‘Daddy’ blurted. "She’s my niece, I’m her uncle. Uncle Derek. To her, just Derek for…everyone else."
"Oh, cool, that is really cool," Stiles said, and all of the thoughts of the different ways Derek was promising coming back in a major way. "I’m Stiles."
"I’m glad Beatrice found you, Stiles," and oh man, that smile was making Stiles melt.
"Let’s get our little wolf cub off of me-"
“Wolf cub?!” Derek asked, way more excited than Stiles thought the situation warranted.
"Oh yeah, my sister thought it was cute…" Derek said sheepishly, reaching out to take Beatrice, allowing Stiles to stand.
"Yeah, so let’s get her back in her stroller and I can give you my number and…" Stiles paused as he got a closer look at the harness on the jogging stroller. "Are those straps chewed through?"
"No," Derek said, decidedly not looking at the stroller as he bounced Beatrice in his arms. "Now what were you saying about your number?"