Stiles woke up at five instead of his normal seven. He stayed lying in bed for thirty minutes, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Maybe he could convince his dad he could have the baby here. After all, his dad was going to work at eleven. He could totally handle a baby alone. Luna was weird, but she liked him. And he did miss her. Was it weird for an almost-adult guy to miss a baby? Naw, he thought to himself. It was a cute baby, he couldn't deny that. It was just a thing. Like a puppy.

"Oh my god," He muttered under his breath, staring. "I'm the bitch."

He knew he wasn't going to forget what his dad said about Derek Hale, but after one encounter, he was already buckling to what Derek said. And he was basically mesmerized by a baby. He threw off his covers around eight, and then shuffled to the door of his dad's bedroom. "Hey, dad."

"Yeah," His dad said from where he sat up reading a book. "What's up, Stiles?"

"Dad, can I watch her? I know, I know- listen, I know. Her dad might have murdered his wife. But the baby doesn't know that. I mean, do we really know that? How do you know there wasn't someone else involved? Maybe the uncle is the murderer."

"Stiles, are you trying to convince me by saying they might be a family of murderers?" Sheriff raised an eyebrow, giving Stiles a strange judgmental gaze. "This isn't a winning argument, Stiles."

"Dad, look! I really like that little guy, I mean, she's cute, and she actually missed me, dad! I admit, I went to the grocery store and she was there, and we have this like, big brother little sister bond."

That comment made Sheriff listen.

"And even though I don't like, have any reason to be attached to her, I kind of feel like I am. I mean, she's not old enough to know anything besides I'm a friend..."

"Stiles, are you attached to this kid?" Sheriff slowly moved to the side of his bed, standing up to look at Stiles. "I guess if you really want to be grounded and babysit...but under one condition."

Stiles waited for the condition, wondering what on earth could make this okay now.

Sheriff continued, "If he wants you to babysit, he has to pay twenty five dollars per hour."

"Wow," Stiles said after a moment. "I mean, okay, but that seems like a win win for me, are you sure?"

"I'm sure after you've babysat you'll be done with it," His father pointed out. "Anyways, go get ready for it. You know what entertains babies?"

"Paper?"

"Yeah, that's how they cut their fingers. Their skin is delicate." Sheriff said as Stiles headed down the hallway and to the steps. "Make sure she doesn't get into outlets,"

"I've babysat her before," Stiles commented. He didn't want to mention how awful it had gone to his father, it might have proved his dad's point. "I'll be fine and I'll make a crapload of money. Win Win."

"Yeah, right."

When ten rolled around, Stiles was dressed, had cut up apples and shoved them in the fridge, blocked all the outlets with furniture, and dug out some old toys of his of action figures. He opened the door and greeted Derek with a smile. "Hey. Twenty five an hour."

"Twenty five an hour? Are you serious?" Derek's eyes widened, and he held the baby carrier away from Stiles.

"Do you want it to be thirty? I thought I went pretty low."

"No, twenty five is fine, here." He handed off the carrier. "She's asleep. You have an easy start."

"Oh? Yeah?" Stiles took the carrier, looking in at the slumbering babe. Derek put a finger to his mouth to signal Stiles to be quiet, set down her baby bag, and then waved and left in his car. So much for chatting. Stiles carried the baby carrier inside, and then set it down on the floor in front of a chair. He sat.

So, maybe he hadn't prepared for everything. He actually had set up the place for an active baby. Instead, he got this sleeping lump in a carrier, and now he was just staring at Luna. After around fifteen minutes had passed, he debated with waking the baby up so he had entertainment. "No, no, I can't wake the baby," He whispered to himself, looking around. There were always books, right? He glanced at Luna. The bookshelf was in the other room, and he really was sure those books were all old and not of a good reading variety. With a sigh, he thought of video games on mute, but he worried with her wolfy hearing she would wake up at the television going on.

"Okay, I mean, babies just sleep short intervals, right?" He said to himself. "I'll wait for her to wake up."

A half an hour passed. He waved quietly at his dad as he gathered his things and left, and his dad smiled and waved back before locking his son in. Luna was still asleep.

"Come on, dude, you're always awake," Stiles said in a strained tone, "What did he do? Give you milk laced with a sleeping pill? God! It's like babysitting a rock! Luna, you're killing me."

He watched as she stirred. His heart sped up, thinking he had woken her up. Another loud baby snore later, he knew he hadn't. Phew.

"Well, I guess, easy money." He leaned back in the chair, staring at the kid. "Boring money."