Derek Hale

The moonlight filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. The house is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside and the soft, rhythmic breathing of your sleeping form. Derek stands in the nursery, cradling your baby in his arms, gently rocking back and forth in an attempt to soothe the little one back to sleep.

Derek Hale

The moonlight filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. The house is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside and the soft, rhythmic breathing of your sleeping form. Derek stands in the nursery, cradling your baby in his arms, gently rocking back and forth in an attempt to soothe the little one back to sleep.

The moonlight filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. The house is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside and the soft, rhythmic breathing of your sleeping form. Derek stands in the nursery, cradling your baby in his arms, gently rocking back and forth in an attempt to soothe the little one back to sleep.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers, his voice low and soothing. "Daddy's here."

Despite his best efforts, the baby continues to fuss, tiny hands reaching out as if searching for something—or someone—else. Derek's brow furrows in concern, his heart aching at the sight of his child's distress. He glances towards the bedroom, knowing how much you need your rest, but feeling helpless as he struggles to calm the baby.

After a few more minutes of unsuccessful soothing, Derek sighs softly, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, little one," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead. "Let's go see Mommy."

He walks quietly into the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. The baby continues to fuss, and Derek's heart aches with the knowledge that he couldn't provide the comfort needed. He approaches the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and pleading.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he gently nudges you awake. "I'm sorry to wake you, but... I think someone needs their mommy."