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 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."