Unexpected (stydia)

Chapter 19

'w-what?' Stiles asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.  He stared off into space for a second, thinking he was dreaming. 

Then Stiles could hear the silence and Lydia's heavy breathing. He had to get a reality check. Lydia was in labour and his kid was about to be born. 

'ok...ok...uh...Ok you call your mom and she needs to take you to the hospital. Right now. Ok? Ill call Scott and Allison and I will be there as soon as I can.' he said trying not to show the panic in his voice but that was failing. 

Lydia nodded, 'yeah...y-yeah. Ok, I'll see you soon.' she said as she hung up the phone. 

'mom!!' Lydia yelled from upstairs, hoping her mom could hear her. About a few seconds later, Lydia's mom ran in. 'Lydia! What's wrong?' she yelled. Then she saw that Lydia was breathing heavily and hands were on her back. 'oh my god, are you in labour Lydia-' 

'WHAT DO YOU THINK MOM?!' Lydia yelled. 

'right, right. Ok. Let's get to the car.' 

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As for Stiles, he was pacing around his room, petrified. At that moment, Noah, Stiles' dad walked in and saw him pacing. 'Stiles...what's wrong?' he asked, getting serious. Stiles looked to the side quickly at hearing his name, 'u-uh' he stopped pacing and faced his father, 'dad...L-Lydia is in labour.' he stuttered out. Noah's eyes widened when he heard that. 

'ok. Well, instead of pacing Stiles, you need to get your stuff and go to the hospital! Do you want me to drive you?' 

'u-uh yes please.' Stiles said as he grabbed his stuff. 'Great! Come on then!' Noah yelled as he walked quickly out of Stiles' room. 

'come on Stiles...' Stiles muttered as he walked out of his room. 

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Noah and Stiles were in the car, heading to the hospital. Then Stiles remembered. Shoot he thought as he rummaged through his bag to find his phone. He grabbed it and went to Scott's contact's quickly. 

Stiles: SCOTT

Stiles: SCOTT 

Stiles: Scott istg

Stiles: HI

Stiles: hI

Stiles: 1

Stiles: 2

Stiles: 3

Stiles: 4

Stiles: 5

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Stiles: 10

Stiles: Scott I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL YOU

Scott: what seriously?! 

Scott: I am with Allison! Stop blowing up my phone!

Stiles: This is more important than spending time with Allison! 

Scott: huh? Yeah what.

Stiles: Lydia is in labour. 

Scott: Shit

Stiles: yeah. No shit. Get your and Allison's asses to the hospital. Now.