Jamie looks down at the pile of blankets encasing his new baby sister, and scrunches up his nose. “I don’t like her,” he declares.
Derek snorts, rubs his back soothingly, “That’ll change.”
“It will,” Stiles agrees, “I mean, I said the same thing about your dad the first time we met, and look how that turned out!”
Derek rolls his eyes and Stiles bends his fingers together into a heart shape and points at Derek with a wink. Derek rolls his eyes harder, shaking his head and then glancing back at Jamie.
Their son’s blinking up at Stiles dubiously, glancing between them and the baby.