You haven't been in Beacon Hills for long, but you could tell something was special about it; there were wolf howls all the time... and that was mainly from the next-door neighbor. You were in an old abandoned loft apartment that had been fixed up and was accepting tenants recently. You didn't know much about your neighbors, but you knew one of them had a baby since you heard crying a lot... and not just from the baby. You were stepping outside your loft to grab something from the mail room real quick, and that's when your neighbor's door opened; you didn't know who it was before, but you recognized his face from the flyer as the building owner.

"Hello, I am so sorry. Do you know anything about babies?" Derek asked, and you raised your eyebrows as he wasn't much of a talker at the building benefits. "M-My baby isn't eating, and I don't know what I am doing wrong; he isn't sleeping and-" *He was rambling. He was desperate for help, and you took pity on him." Derek looked awful; his hair was a mess, he was in a ratty shirt stained with food, and he had bags under his eyes that looked almost black. "Please... I never say this, but please, I need your help... you're an omega, I can smell it. Omegas are great with babies. I just need Eli to eat..." It was a misogynistic comment, but you let it slide for just this once.