There Might Be Some Kids Coming Mansion | Saturday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had a very good Valentine's Day filled with brownies and only slight awkwardness. It had ended with him on the couch alone but, hey, that was the life one lived when they had a boyfriend who wouldn't do anything dirty with them until it was legal in all 50 states. So.

He was still asleep, for once having a nightmare-free evening, and completely unaware that terrible things were about to happen.

[For anybody in the house, their kids, other people, etc]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack attempted to be stealthy as he crept past Stiles and into the kitchen. He had some dim hope there might be Reese's brownies left. But even if there weren't, a werewolf still needed his coffee.

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

Hey, Claudia was stealthy trying not to wake Stiles up too. 'Cause her dad treated sleep very seriously. But as soon as she got to the kitchen all bets were off and she was barreling past people to get to brownies. "Sorry, Uncle Jack!"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made a surprised noise at the near-collision and fumbled with he coffee urn a bit. He managed not to splash either of them, though the floor was a different story.

"No damage done," he said, reaching for the napkins. "It's time for kids again, is it? Whose are you?"

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

Claudia gave Jack a look because, seriously, how could you forget? Then again, maybe it was a rough full moon for him. "Dad's asleep on the couch and Daddy..."

She tilted her head like she was listening for something. "...is coming up the basement stairs."

[bitten_notshy]

"Of course," Jack said, managing not to grin. "It seems like just last week your ... Dad was pregnant with you."

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

"Boys can't get pregnant, Uncle Jack." Duh.

[bitten_notshy]

"I know, but tell him that," Jack answered. "He spent all last weekend with a pillow under his shirt."

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

There was the flick of an ear, and Amélie fkashed forward to try and bump Jack in the back of the knees, while Annika and Christiana went after the brownies.

Some people don't need the moon, Papa. Just a good reason to be stealthy!

[bitten_notshy]

Jack growled on reflex before he sniffed the air and felt a bone-deep sense of familiarity.

"Girls," he sighed, weary but relaxed. "Haven't your mother and I told you to knock?"

He'd deal with the new information that they were shifters later.

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

Amélie gave the wolf-ish equivalent of a shrug and leaned up against his legs in greeting. This was totally knocking! Kinda!

It wasn't like they could use telepathy with anyone besides each other when they were wolves because that would be too much, even for Marvel, so stealing brownies and knocking over Papa was the best they could manage.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack couldn't even pretend to be stern as he crouched down to, er, scratch his daughter behind the ears. (Which wasn't weird at all, thank you very much.)

"All right," he said. "It's not bad, you know. Seeing the three of you again. And your mother's due in a bit."

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant Derek had slept in the basement like a gentleman who did not instigate brownie orgies.

It also meant he was the first one up, letting everyone out to get started on breakfast. And, you know what? He was feeling pretty good about his life.

This should have been the first hint something terrible was going to happen.

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

Claudia had already grabbed a handful of brownie and had half of it on her face and half of it scrunched in her hand...and that half was about to end up on Derek's pants when she grabbed at his jeans to get his attention.

She was stealthy like that sometimes. "Breakfast."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek did not have enough coffee to handle this! Not enough at all!

"...oh god, not again."

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

"...but we have breakfast every morning." And you make it every morning, Derek. Chop chop!

[justlurkinghere]

Derek took a deep breath at that. Then frowned and looked at the kid closely.

Because werewolf.

"Fine. Whose are you?"

[moretrauma4dads.livejournal.com]

"Why do people keep asking me that?" she asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Because it's one of those days," Derek countered, carefully disengaging her brownie covered hand from his jeans to dig out breakfast making materials.

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

You know, Uncle Stiles, it was not nice to classify triplets as "terrible things." Especially when their teeth are sharper than yours.

Annika nosed the door open, her sisters sliding in silently after her. They were totally hunting! ...well, hunting Papa. Because it would be funny. And possibly puppy piling on Uncle Derek, because that was hysterical.

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant Derek was being a strange, over-protective person and leaving the kitchen to investigate yet more werewolf spawn showing up in the house.

Possibly with a little lip curl for going near Stiles.

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

Christiana spotted him first - probably because she was the most wolf-y of the three even when not shifted - and flipped her ears back, panting cheerfully and spanking the ground with her front paws. Was he making breakfast? She really hoped he was making breakfast because this? This took a LOT of energy and Christiana could go for a steak. And coffee. Two steaks and two coffees.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Uncle Derek. Aren't you lucky they didn't get here before you woke up?

[justlurkinghere]

Derek huffed in annoyance, scenting the air as he crouched down. Jack's children if he really made himself sort through things.

Then sighed because that would mean three naked girls in his house.

"Upstairs. You can borrow whatever fits."

See what happens when you had only women as your alphas for the vast majority of your life? Women who could also turn into wolves like that.

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

There was a flurry of three wolves racing for the stairs, and girlish shrieks and good-natured squabbles about who was wearing what the moment they hit the second floor.

It was Annika who came down first, in a pair of sweats. "We got tired to carrying ours, so they're in the yard behind Papa's house," she shared, making a beeline for the fridge.

[justlurkinghere]

He so did not have enough food in the house for this many hungry werewolves. And yet could still feed a small army with it.

"Triplets. Huh." He remembered that detail from the weird future weekend, damn it.

[bitten_notshy]

"Sorry," Jack put in. "I'm fairly sure it's Emma's fault, genetically speaking."

Because this was clearly the important thing to establish.