[ There's no way Derek could stop the smile on his face as Scott leans back against him, signing to himself and repeating pack again and again. It warms something in him, the part that hurts more days than it doesn't, and soothes away the burn that nestles itself in his ribs. Despite how much he protests to Laura calling him dad, there isn't any other way to really describe the feeling he has when he holds Scott.
He feels like a dad.
He also feels like he's being played, the moment that Laura says she could cook. His head snaps up, and he knows that she's playing him, but he still scoops Scott up against his shoulder and makes a quick rush towards the kitchen to cut Laura off. ]
Oh, no. No, you've been working so hard today, why don't I do that? Whatever you want, even.
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He feels like a dad.
He also feels like he's being played, the moment that Laura says she could cook. His head snaps up, and he knows that she's playing him, but he still scoops Scott up against his shoulder and makes a quick rush towards the kitchen to cut Laura off. ]
Oh, no. No, you've been working so hard today, why don't I do that? Whatever you want, even.