Smiling at the scene, Lydia looked at how her life had turned out. She looked at her house in Washington DC where she had decided to settle down her life. After high school everyone went their own ways. Scott had decided to move to LA to study veterinarian science and become a vet, Malia moved with Scott to LA and she had decided to study to get er degree in psychology. Stiles had gotten accepted into the pre FBI program as an intern and headed into George Washington University. Lydia had decided to follow in her grandmother Lorraine's footsteps and went to MIT to study Computer Science. She was able to enter as a junior given her amazing grades.
When she had finished her senior year she contemplated whether or not to go back to Beacon Hills. But, after doing long distance for two years, she headed to Washington so she could be with Stiles. Getting a job at the FBI as a computer investigator, she and Stiles worked next to each other and very often did Lydia get the opportunity to solve mysteries along with Stiles. Their lives were good. They had gotten their first house together not long after they started to work and things were going amazing for both of them.
"Stiles! You home?" Lydia asked as she arrived back home from work.
Stiles had taken the day off from work as he had a lot of things to take care of at home. But what Lydia didn't know was that Stiles was busy preparing something huge for her.
"Stiles?" she called her boyfriend yet again.
Lydia laid her things down while she looked how the house was kinda dark. She switched on the living room light as she saw how Stiles sat on the couch waiting for her. There was pizza and wine on the table while The Little Mermaid was running.
"What is this?" Lydia asked.
"I figured you deserved some pampering. You've been doing so much work lately that I didn't think you would feel like cooking so I got us some wine and pizza," Stiles said as Lydia sat down on the couch.
Immediately, she grabbed Stiles' face, kissing him. He smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. They were going strong since Lydia was 16, and now they were 22 and 23, living the lives they always wished that they could.
"I love you," Stiles said as Lydia smiled.
"I love you too, Stiles, always. And I can't imagine my life differently," Lydia said.
"Well, then let's make it forever," Stiles said as he pulled out a box from his pants,
Lydia looked at him as he went down on one knee and she immediately gasped. Tears appearing in her eyes, Stiles opened the box, revealing a diamond ring. Lydia bit her lip while looking at Stiles. It didn't matter how he did it, he was proposing.
"Lydia Kate Martin, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Lydia nodded her head whispering 'yes', as Stiles exhaled. He put the box down slipping the ring on her finger as she smiled and fell into his arms, instantly kissing him. It was what she had wanted since third grade and now he had it. She was going to be Mrs. Lydia Stilinski and she was happy.
Scott and Malia on the other hand, had a totally different life than they could ever had imagined. They had started their college careers out with finding that Malia was pregnant. Both were nervous as they were only 19, and didn't know what to do. After also finding out that she was the daughter of Derek's uncle Peter things changed for them. Malia gave birth to Cora Melissa McCall at the end of her freshmen year when she also got engaged to Scott. They got married the year following and 3 years later welcomed their son, Kyle Scott McCall. Both had graduated college and were back in Beacon Hills. As Deaton had retired, Scott took over the clinic while Malia continued to raise their children and went to become a psychologist.
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Emotional Tethers
FanfictionStiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin were two young teenagers, both having kon idea how their lives would turn out. But Stiles didn't know that Lydia even existed and Lydia was trying to make it in the world. But when their paths finally cross, both ar...