What the Hell is This? [Kahlee]

Peter waited very impatiently for Kahlee to get off of her ass and up to his apartment. She was a werewolf for Pete’s sake, what was taking her so long? At this place he could have sprinted around the block four times before she finally got there. He huffed angrily and gazed at the sobbing child. He had no idea what in the world was wrong with this kid. Why was it crying? Did it miss it’s mother? He just didn’t know and to be honest, he found it mildly confusing. No wonder babies were better off with their mothers. Fathers had no idea what in the hell they were doing, or at least Peter had no idea what in the hell he was doing. So, he kept holding the baby at arm’s length, wondering if he should dig through that bag to see if there was anything the child wanted, even so, he had to put the kid down first and his apartment wasn’t exactly child friendly.

It seemed like ages before Kahlee finally opened the door to his apartment. He was glad that he had given her a key, although at this point and time he had forgotten to lock the door, far more preoccupied with the young child in his arms. He looked over at her as she stepped inside. He could smell the amusement oozing off of her. He sent her a look, one hard glare in her direction as she told him that it was a baby and not a bomb. ”Says you,” he huffed out as he looked at the child. For all he knew it was a ticking time bomb, especially since most of the things that came from the behind of a baby were toxic to both humans and werewolves alike. No one, and I repeat, no one liked that smell…ever…in the history of ever. And if there was someone who did, Peter didn’t want to know. The mere thought made him feel queasy.

Peter awkwardly tiled his head to the side as he looked at the baby before Kahlee made the joke, or what he hoped was a joke about the baby being his. Peter sent her a look, an incredulous one. ”Mine?! Are you serious? Like I can have any sort of close, physical relationship that requires much attention. Do you know the kind of crap I have to deal with?” He asked her, sending her another look. ”Just…just tell me how to make it stop crying,” he told her, growing frustrated once more as he looked at the still crying child. Wsa it hungry? Tired? Missed it’s mother? Did it have to burp?” He sniffed. The small human hadn’t wet itself or shat itself so he figured he was clean in that respect. What in the hell was he supposed to do with this thing?

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 479
Notes; XD Glad you're amused!

Peter gazed at the baby in his hands, not even in his arms, just in his hands. He eyed it carefully as it continued to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that he stopped briefly every once in a while to breath, he would worry about him dying. Still, the werewolf was thankful when his new friend (although he would never admit it) finally came in to his apartment. He could feel the amusement oozing off of him and to be honest, he just felt more than a little irritated by it. Still, he kept himself calm. He didn’t need his eyes flashing blue at the baby, which would no doubt make him cry even more and lord knows his headache was just about reaching its peak. He felt the throbbing in his temples and he needed to pop more than just a few pills. He just wanted his headache gone…and the throbbing against his temples too.

Kahlee told Peter that he didn’t need to have a positive relationship to have a baby. Peter rolled his eyes. ”Yeah, well, for me it is. I don’t tend to sleep with people unless I care about them… I’m old fashioned that way,” he told her, his irritation quite clear in his tone of sarcasm as he looked at her. The babies cries were still grating on his sensitive ears. Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Kahlee relieved Peter of the headache in his hands. Once the baby was gone, he headed for the medicine cabinet. He got himself a glass of water and opened the cabinet, pulling out his favorite brand of headache medicine. He opened it, shaking out two pills, before he replaced the lid and stuffed it back into the cabinet. He shut it and popped the pills into his mouth and downed it with his glass of water. While he did so, Peter heard Kahlee talking to the baby, but it was still…fricken…crying.

Peter ground his teeth before Kahlee spoke to him, telling him to see if there was a blanket or something that was in the diaper bag that would help him get to sleep. Peter walked over to the bag and rifled through it, looking through its contents before it pulled out a small blue blanket with multicolored dinosaurs on it. He blinked a few times before he walked over to Kahlee and handed it to her. She sighed a bit. ”I think she said his name was Jack… I’m pretty sure it was Jack, I was a little shocked at the baby being shoved into my hands,” he told her honestly. He sighed a bit, running his hands through his short hair as he gazed at the suddenly calming bundle of love. He tilted his head to the side, looking down at it. The blanket must have held his mother’s scent and her memory so the baby instantly calmed. Interesting, he thought to himself.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 491
Notes; HE'S SO SCARED OF A BABY. Poor Peter.

Once the baby was silent, Peter felt the throbbing behind his eyes and against his temple easing. He wasn’t sure if it was the medication or the beautiful silence that had surrounded him, but he was glad for it. He was sure that if he felt his headache get any worse, he would actually harm a child and not feel the slightest bit guilty about it. That wasn’t Peter’s usual method of operation but he was getting desperate when that child’s crying didn’t cease. It nearly drove him insane and the baby hadn’t even been in his apartment for more than half an hour. Still, the crying had seemed nearly endless until he had given Kahlee that blanket, the blanket that he would no doubt make sure was with the small sniffling child’s side until his mother came to return him. Peter would have killed Margaret should that mean he wouldn’t be left with the damn baby for the rest of eternity.

Kahlee seemed surprised by what Peter had said about how he would rather court a woman and then have sex with her instead of having one night stands. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should have been offended. Still, he listened when she told him that she wished more guys were like him. He paused a moment when he heard her say that three men last night came up to her and asked her how many drinks it would take to get her to go home with them. Peter growled, his eyes flashing a shade of slate blue at the thought. Sure, Kahlee wasn’t his daughter, but he still felt protective over her. Should she have come to him, he’d have followed their scent and ripped them apart, limb from limb with no hesitation. He would have eagerly anticipated the news when it came on the next morning after finding three dead men in various parts of Beacon Hills, spread far and wide just because.

Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Peter refocused on the girl and the baby. Kahlee told him that she could have guessed that much. He sent her a dirty look before she asked how he got a hold of him. He sighed a bit, pinching the bridge of his nose as he started to pace a bit, the books, papers and laptop on his kitchen table now completely forgotten. ”His blasted mother is my neighbor. She’s practically in love with me. Anyway, she dropped the kid off because she had to work last minute and the babysitter wouldn’t get here in time. She literally put him in my hands after hanging the diaper bag off of my shoulder and ran off.. If she doesn’t come back for him, I will rip her throat out…with my teeth,” he told her, huffing a bit. He hated this. He hated having things thrust upon him as though he wasn’t doing anything important. Sure, he didn’t work, but he was trying to help out the pack…

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 501
Notes; Peter or the baby? Haha

Peter gazed at Kahlee with interest. She had yet to show weakness to the small child. Perhaps that had been his problem, but he wasn’t sure. He would google it or something later. His eyes widened and they darted towards the pile of books, papers, and his laptop. His right eye twitched a bit in a very Stiles Stilinski sort of way as he started to feel a deep irritation fill his veins. He, of course, did not blame the child, he blamed his insolent mother. How dare she drop off her child in his home, in his arms not giving him a chance to tell her that he couldn’t. He had more important things to do than take care of a child. Then again, perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps that was the reason that the baby was crying. There was an awkward pause of silence in Peter’s ever moving mind before he made his way towards his kitchen table and began to clean up, organizing and sorting through the papers and books, keeping the right notes together and the notes he wanted to discard in another pile. He would be sure to keep them just in case even the discard had important information.

Kahlee’s relaxation after the baby had stopped crying was more than enough to put Peter at ease. He wasn’t quite sure why. Perhaps this was what friends were like. He wasn’t sure, but gazed at his laptop a moment before he figured he wanted to try something. He typed a station into his music player that would play music that would soothe babies and pressed play. He played it softly, very softly so that it could only be heard if the apartment was in complete and utter silence. After that was done, he refilled his glass of water and gone one for Kahlee before he returned to the living area. He sat the glass down beside her before he sat down on the sofa, gently placing his glass of water on a coaster. His eyes stayed trained on the baby as though it was a ticking time bomb before he grabbed the diaper bag and started to go through it to see what all was in there. Peter pulled out a few diapers, a few pre made bottles, some baby powder, wipes, baby food, a baby okay spoon, a small stuffed dinosaur, and what looked to be an extra change of clothes.

Wishing there was a little crib inside, Peter set down the bag and looked over at Kahlee before looking at the things before him. He sighed a bit and leaned back against the couch, his entire body relaxing. His headache was now gone and he was ready to doze off, but knew that he shouldn’t. He should stay awake and keep Kahlee company. So, he figured talking would do the trick, but quietly. He had seen the dirty look that the girl had given him after he raised his voice. It wasn’t like he was used to having children around. He had lost that chance thanks to his sister, for reasons unknown to him, but he digressed. ”How’s work aside from the jerks anyway?” He asked her, trying to get rid of the roughness in his voice. He kept it soft and soothing, much like he did when he and Kahlee were in the forest when they first met.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 567
Notes; Agreed

Peter looked over at Kahlee when she told him that he could carry on working and how she didn’t mind. Peter shrugged his shoulders in response. His attention span was shot now. One small noise from that child and he would lose his mind. ”Eh. I like things a little loud when I work but…you know…not baby noise loud,” he told her, his voice still soft and calming as he sent a looking towards the bundle in her arms. The baby had attempted to doze off and seemed to be doing a pretty good job. Peter had to admit, he was impressed with the little tyke. He had tuckered himself out he had been so upset that his mother was gone or that Peter was hold him wrong or whatever. Either way, it seemed maternal instincts with Kahlee had kicked in while Peter’s paternal ones towards the child were…still lacking significantly.

Bhe Beta looked at the Omega as she asked him if he googled calming baby music. Peter huffed a bit and rolled his eyes from his spot on the couch. Still, he didn’t look at her. ”It was on Pandora, thank you. Pre-made radio stations can be a God send when necessary,” he muttered, keeping his voice low and his irritation light as to not wake the sleeping child. The older wolf closed his eyes, relaxing a little to the sound of the music and the lack of hysterically crying baby. To be honest, it was quite nice, but even though he wanted to relax, a part of Peter wouldn’t allow him to do so fully. No, of course not. He was listening very intently to every noise that went on his home. He wanted to keep both Kahlee and the baby safe from all harm. Heaven help anyone that attempted to break in to his home.

After a moment, Kahlee responded to Peter’s question. She told him that the wage she was earning paid the bills and the tips went towards her furniture fund. Peter had thought about offering to help the girl out, but resisted. He had helped this far. Why help anymore? Kahlee continued, telling him that it wasn’t glamorous but it got her by. Peter chuckled a bit. ”What job is?” He joked before looking over and seeing both having dozed off to sleep. There was a brief silence in Peter’s mind before he stood up and made himself some coffee, at the same time, he sat down at his laptop at the island in his kitchen and typed away on his laptop, looking for answers to his burning baby questions like how to change a diaper, what in the world goes on with the milk and the microwave, and how to make a makeshift crib. Hopefully by the time Kahlee and Jack regained consciousness, Peter would be an awesome baby sitter.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 480
Notes; I know. What the hell? XD

Terrified.

Terrified was the only way to describe Peter Hale as his werewolf hearing picked up the sound of the baby moving. He looked up from his laptop. Had his typing disturbed the child? Had the music stopped? He checked quickly, changing window tabs. It hadn’t stopped playing. The werewolf looked over at the baby boy a moment that was starting to wiggle around in Kahlee’s arms. Shit, he thought to himself as he gazed at the small child. He paused a moment, pondering his choices. Weighing his options. He could easily wake Kahlee… That was totally an option, but Peter knew that he needed to be a man and take this responsibility into his own hands…literally. He swallowed a bit hard before he took a deep breath and approached the small child and Kahlee, watching it carefully. It was as though he was worried it would explode.

Baby Jack continued to wiggle around and sounded like he was going to cry at any moment. In an instant, Peter had swept the baby up in his arms without touching Kahlee. He gently wrapped his arms around the child, as he had memorized in the images he had seen on the internet. He gently rocked it back and forth, cradling it before he grabbed the blanket he had been snuggling with earlier and gently placed it on top of him. He looked down at the baby, almost horrified before he sniffed. He didn’t smell anything that resembled bodily waste fluids. He made quick work of approaching the diaper bag, pulling out a bottle. He walked back into the kitchen, bouncing the small child in his arms as he put the full bottle into the microwave, heating it up as it said on the internet.

As the bottle warmed, Peter kept his attention on the baby and continued to gently bounce him before the microwave went off. Peter cringed a bit before he grabbed the bottle out of the microwave and gently placed some of the warm milk against the skin of his inner wrist. Noting that it was actually warm to the touch instead of hot to the flesh there, he gently placed the bottle towards the baby’s lips. Quickly, the baby suckled at the bottle, obviously hungry. Peter sighed out of relief before he walked over to his couch and flopped down. He kept one of his arms wrapped around Jack while the other held the bottle, keeping an eye on the baby’s lips to see when he wasn’t hungry anymore. He doubted the kid would drink the whole bottle, but, who knew?

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 433
Notes; Okay, now even I think that's cute.