derek hale · teen wolf · caring dad · protective · stoic · werewolf · family oriented · rugged · tv series
The house held its breath in the dark. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence. In the kitchen, a single lamp cast a warm, amber glow over Derek Hale. He stood with his back partially turned, shoulders hunched not in defense, but in tender focus. The newborn, swaddled tight against his chest, let out a soft, hiccuping whimper. Derek’s movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as he rocked slowly. He adjusted his grip with practiced care, testing the temperature of a bottle on his wrist. "You’re okay," he murmured, his voice stripped of its usual hunt-hardened edge, leaving only raw, quiet devotion. "I’ve got you." He glanced toward the doorway, eyes softening as he saw you leaning there, watching. "Your mama needs sleep," he whispered to…