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Waking up to a wailing infant after a 8 hour shift was definitely not the way Stiles had imagined he'd be waking up at 21 years old. He sat up, which caused the child on his bed to reduce the wailing to a quiet whimper. Shaking the sleep off his bones and cracking his neck he picked up his baby, swinging her around before placing her on his waist and whispering soft nothings in to her wispy hair until he felt her sag against his shoulder calmly. He lifted her up to check her diaper causing little giggles to fall from her mouth.
Waking up to a blubbering baby wasn't the way he imagined he'd wake up at 21 but it was little moments like this that made being awake early feel like a blessing
"Good morning, Jamie my beautiful lady!" He drawled, slipping her into her high chair. She gripped at Stiles unruly hair while Stiles assaulted her face with kisses. Her bright blue eyes squinting in laughter made Stiles want to scoop her up and keep her in his arms for another twelve years.
Jamie was the spitting image of him, pink pouty mouth with a cute upturned button nose. The only difference between the two were her electric blue eyes that pulled in whoever laid eyes on them.
Prying her tiny hands from his head, he placed a rattle on the chair's table and walked over to the stove to start heating up Jamie's oatmeal. Feeding her was always something he'd rather do before he showered so he could wash the gunk out of his eyes and hair. Cutting up bananas into the pot, he began humming softly letting Jamie's banging and overjoyed yelling at the stupid plastic rattle fade away for a while.
He was tired, the bar was busy last night which meant no down time, lots of tips, and a bunch of assholes trying to get free drinks by complimenting him.
Stiles knew he was attractive ok? He didn't need some washed up football player who pretended to be hot shit but was really drinking the most inexpensive brand of beer the bar carried telling him so every ten minutes. He was lost in his thoughts for a while taking advantage of the little personal break, stirring the pot aimlessly until he heard the door bell. He turned off the stove, leaving the food to cool before he went to go open the door.
As soon as he unlocked it, Isaac pushed through and plopped on the couch muttering something about the smell of oatmeal waking him up. Isaac's arrival caused Jamie to shout, throwing her rattle at him and swinging her feet against the chair she began babbling. Stiles locked the door and waved his fingers in her face before going back over to the stove and serving up a plate. He pulled up a chair and squinted at his baby, trying to decide if they would get this done easily today or if she was feeling like Satan's favorite child.
He lifted up a spoonful, cautiously hovering over the bowl for a second before bringing it to her mouth. Jamie opened up and guzzled it up hungrily and Stiles sighed grateful it would be an easy morning. And it was, until Jamie decided that Stiles was a little too clean and slapped her hand down in the gooey mess spraying Stiles and bringing grimy little hands to her mouth and smearing food all over her face.
"Thank god it's laundry day" he whispered hearing Isaac chuckle as he walked up behind him, and then suddenly Stiles wanted to throw food at Isaac. And let's face it, Stiles was never one for denying impulses. When the oatmeal hit Isaac square in the face sliding stickily over his mouth, Jamie let out an excited squeal and tried to mimic the growl coming from Isaac chest.
"You're a fucking dick" Isaac spat out with very little heat, grabbing Stiles' shirt and using it as a napkin with Stiles still in it.
"Language! Isaac there are CHILDREN IN THE ROOM!" Stiles shouts out, puffing his chest comically as if he were ready to defend Jamie's ears.
"Stop announcing yourself Stilinski, before I call Child Protective Services. Minors shouldn't be living alone," Isaac flicked his nose and pushed him away, heading to the sink to rinse his face.
Stiles chuckled and lifted Jamie out the chair, earning sticky hands and wet slobber on his face.
"It's wawa time Jams!" He exclaimed bouncing her on his waist. "Wawa!" she shrieks, her face lighting up and Stiles' heart flutters. Jamie is definitely worth waking up to.