the wolf who didn’t want to walk anymore
all i see is a derek hale hiatus adventure
THIS IS NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU WANTED.
Derek was worried about Mikey’s roller skate sneakers until they got to the book signing and he saw three kids on bicycles, five on skateboards, and one, bizarrely, on a pogo stick. That young girl’s mother looked very harried.
"See, daddy?" Mikey said, tugging on Derek’s hand for balance as he wobbled on his feet. The shoes were a gift from Laura, who lived to make Derek’s life pain. Mikey had owned them for three days and Derek had never been more thankful for werewolf healing.
"I see," Derek replied, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder to hold him steady when he rolled too close to a mother and her little girl. The mother shot Derek an irresponsible-parent look that Derek was intimately familiar with.
He merely raised his eyebrows in reply. Her daughter was on rollerblades.
"Do you think Mr. Stiles will like my shoes?" Mikey asked.
"Definitely," Derek said. "They look just like Wolf’s shoes."
"Yeah," Mikey said, admiring his feet. "They do. I bet my shoes are the best shoes. I bet no other kids have my shoes. Mr. Stiles is gonna like me best."
Derek had seen at least half a dozen other children with ridiculous wheelie shoes, but he didn’t say anything. Let Mikey have his moment.
"What do you think Wolf is gonna ride on next?" Mikey asked, looking up at Derek with his big green eyes.
"A tractor," Derek replied.
"Daaaaaddy," Mikey said. "Wolves don’t ride tractors. What is wrong with you?"
"Sure, they do."
"You’ve never rided a tractor," Mikey said. "Aunt Laura says you’re allergic to honest labor."
"We may need to ban Aunt Laura again," Derek mused.