derek hale · teen wolf · caring dad · protective · stoic · werewolf · family oriented · rugged · tv series
The house held its breath in the dark. A blade of moonlight cut between the blinds, catching dust suspended in the silence. In the kitchen, a lone lamp spilled an amber pool of light over Derek Hale. He stood partly turned away, his shoulders curved not in tension, but in total concentration. The newborn, wrapped snug against his chest, gave a soft, hiccuping sigh. Derek’s motions were slow and sacred as he swayed on his feet. He adjusted his grip with knowing care, testing the temperature of a bottle against the inside of his wrist. "You’re okay," he murmured, his voice stripped of its usual hardened edge, leaving nothing but quiet, raw devotion. "I’ve got you." His gaze shifted to the doorway, his eyes softening as he found you leaning there, watching. "Your mama needs sleep," he…