Whoa--hey, buddy! [ stiles laughs, a loud, bright thing, and catches the excited, tiny child in both of his arms, rearing backwards so he can give him a big, tight squeeze. he knows about liam's obsession with the police and everything in it; hell, he's babysat him just to take him around for rides in the cruiser, which seemed to amuse liam endlessly. (up until one of his deputies gave him a weird look for screwing with the siren in the station lot. whoops.) he looks up with derek in a gleam in his eyes, clicking his tongue and winking at him, pretty shamelessly. ] What can I say? I know a good officer when I see one.
[ turning him around, stiles puts liam down on his knees and turns to face derek in the chair, so their knees brush. it definitely doesn't make stiles's heart skip a beat. then, conspiratorially, he leans downwards, looks at the guy he'd loved for so long and was starting to learn to love again, and works all of that pent up affection into the little boy on his lap.
stiles picks up one of liam's chubby hands and fixes it into a point, holding it out to derek. ] Now say, "You're under arrest for being a poophead."
[ liam squeals with laughter and stiles beams behind him, ducking his head down and saying, in a high pitched voice: ] You're a poophead, daddy!
[ Derek gives Stiles an impressive roll of his eyes in response to the wink, but it's contradicted by the fact that he absolutely smiles at the display in front of him. There's no two ways about it, if he didn't suffer from extreme bouts of separation anxiety when away from his son for too long, he would let Stiles keep him for a solid week if it meant that they were like this. It's probably a bad thing, to let Liam think it's always going to be like this.
Hell, it's probably a bad thing for his dad to want it to always be like this. Stiles doesn't make it easy on him. ] Good to know he has a secure career path at nearly two.
[ He shifts in his seat, bumping their knees together as he watches Liam get settled on the sheriff's lap. He looks perfectly content, and much like he'd be wagging his tail. There's a soft gleam in his eyes, but thankfully he's not flashing them or popping a fang - something he's been slipping up on recently, as he starts to develop to the point that he can do it in the first place.
An abrupt snort escapes him as Stiles basically calls him a poophead, of all things, the first time. And then it turns into a bark of actual laughter with the shrill voice, head cocked back. Of course his son is pleased with the development, despite the fact he has no idea what's going on. With his 'pa' laughing and Stiles there, why wouldn't he be? ]
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remember when liam wasn't a character on the show
[ turning him around, stiles puts liam down on his knees and turns to face derek in the chair, so their knees brush. it definitely doesn't make stiles's heart skip a beat. then, conspiratorially, he leans downwards, looks at the guy he'd loved for so long and was starting to learn to love again, and works all of that pent up affection into the little boy on his lap.
stiles picks up one of liam's chubby hands and fixes it into a point, holding it out to derek. ] Now say, "You're under arrest for being a poophead."
[ liam squeals with laughter and stiles beams behind him, ducking his head down and saying, in a high pitched voice: ] You're a poophead, daddy!
Everyday. Fondly.
Hell, it's probably a bad thing for his dad to want it to always be like this. Stiles doesn't make it easy on him. ] Good to know he has a secure career path at nearly two.
[ He shifts in his seat, bumping their knees together as he watches Liam get settled on the sheriff's lap. He looks perfectly content, and much like he'd be wagging his tail. There's a soft gleam in his eyes, but thankfully he's not flashing them or popping a fang - something he's been slipping up on recently, as he starts to develop to the point that he can do it in the first place.
An abrupt snort escapes him as Stiles basically calls him a poophead, of all things, the first time. And then it turns into a bark of actual laughter with the shrill voice, head cocked back. Of course his son is pleased with the development, despite the fact he has no idea what's going on. With his 'pa' laughing and Stiles there, why wouldn't he be? ]