"Yeah, she's cute," Derek agreed. She was also the sign that his life was about to change, maybe for the better and maybe for worse, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, because her mother hadn't left any contact information and Derek had lost her number a year ago. He couldn't even remember what she looked like except he remembered she'd been a Latina.
He shifted Daisy in his arms so that he had a free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. What the hell was he going to do? "Will you get my laptop, please?" he asked, finally. If he was going to raise a baby, he sure as hell wasn't doing it in Beacon Hills. "It's in the bag, just...see it?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward the floor next to the book shelf. More accurately, it was Peter's laptop, but...that was neither here nor there. Time to start house hunting. He couldn't raise a baby in a loft, even if he did stay in Beacon Hills. Everyone knew where Derek Hale lived. There was no solitude, no privacy, and when a new threat came to town, the loft was like a goddamned magnet. It wouldn't be safe for Daisy here.