[for pocketlass, who deserves all the cute fluffy things, have some hot single dad scott and preschool teacher derek]
"Stiles, this preschool is really expensive, I don’t know…" Scott says, folding up the pamphlet.
"Dude, nothing but the best for you and your kid," Stiles says, grinning. "Look, they’re like the best reviewed and werewolf approved, and apparently the staff are all werewolves too. So you don’t have to worry about another biting incident.”
"Stiles, I thought I said do me a favor and watch my daughter for the day, not sign her up for werewolf preschool," Scott says, rolling his eyes as they walk up to the house. It’s a bright cheery yellow and there are colorful flowers painted all over it, and nestled in a lush copse of trees. Scott would almost think they’re in the middle of the woods if he hadn’t already known they were only twenty minutes out of town. The pamphlet says there are acres and acres of the property, all perfect for a growing werewolf to run around in.
Stiles punches Scott playfully on the shoulder. “You have been way overprotective about enrolling her in any kind of school program, just because that one couple filed a complaint. Mabelcakes was just trying to make a friend, she shows affection by biting. Some humans don’t get it, it’s okay. It’s the parents of that other kid, really they thought a three year old could turn their kid? Honestly.”
Scott shakes his head and rings the doorbell nervously. He’ll be mad at Stiles later for sneaking this schooling thing in like that. Mabel’s his whole world, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to let her go to school everyday, for the whole day, without him. Stiles is always telling him he needs to start taking time for himself; and he knows Erica and Boyd’s twins both go to this daycare, and they’ve only had nice things to say about it.
Someone shouts out “Door’s open!” cheerfully from within, so Scott and Stiles just make their way inside.
The living-room-converted-to-playroom is bright and filled with raucous laughter, toddlers running to and fro, some of them half-shifted. Scott sees the twins building an elaborate Lego structure in the corner, and they’re waving at him happily. Stiles immediately runs over and starts building with them. The man could never resist Legos.
"Daddy!" Mabel shouts delightedly.
Scott whirls around; he’s not expecting the tall handsome man covered in kids. There are two kids latched onto his legs, one crawling over his shoulders and Mabel is swinging off his arm, laughing. “Swing faster, Mr. Derek!” she shrieks.