Derek felt sick. For once, he wished he'd been honest with a woman before sleeping with her, because if she thought that Daisy would "be better off with her father," then she didn't know him at all and that was Derek's fault. His life was not kid friendly. There was a reason why the universe hadn't introduced him to The One, yet, he was pretty sure and he was also pretty sure that it was specifically because babies were the next logical step and they were too vulnerable while his life was too terrifying.
All the same, he went through the motions of changing the baby's diaper, one hand on her stomach to keep her from rolling as he prepped the other steps, and when he finished, he rolled the used diaper up on itself and lifted the baby — his baby — into his arms, taking a deep, shaking breath when she looked back at him and smiled, her eyes glowing gold, as she grabbed his nose in her tiny hand. Well. That explained that. If there was one thing the woman had known about him, it was that he was a werewolf.
"Do you always read other people's mail or am I just really lucky?" Derek asked, jaw set. "And I know. Thank you. I read it."