Christmas Plaid & Paws

Christmas Plaid & Paws [Stallydia]

Allison got Stiles a plaid shirt for Christmas. Lydia huffed, exasperated but fondly rolled her eyes. Then she presented a blue leather collar for Arwen.

Stiles cuddled his puppy who pawed at the redhead's outstretched hand.

Lydia frowned. "No puppy of yours will wear plaid, Bambi. What do you think, Arwen?" she asked the pup.

The puppy, adorable little Arwen, sniffed at the collar and pawed at it until Lydia dropped it.

Allison and Stiles snickered at the pup's playfulness and at Lydia's faux offended look. "Well, I refuse to let you wear plaid like your daddy." Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder and in the process noticed another gift bag. It was resting, looking seemingly innocent, by Allison's leg. "What's that, Allie?"

Allison blushed as she handed Stiles the small gift bag. When he opened it, his eyes lit up with glee. He stuck his hand inside it and when he pulled it out, his fingers were gripping a plaid collar.

Lydia huffed, her lip sticking out in a pout at the betrayal. Then she saw that the collar matched Stiles's current shirt. She couldn't help but sigh while sporting a fond smile. "Oh, all right. I concede. At least it's not red," she said as she kissed Arwen's head.

Stiles puckered his lips in a silent request for a kiss of his own. She acquiesced with a giggle, and kissed Stiles's lips.

They took several pictures, Arwen just like her dad, loving being the center of attention. With that in mind they starred that picture as a possible candidate for their yearly Christmas card.

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The next afternoon the girls each had some errands to run, and Stiles had a shift at the hospital. He started his shift at ten pm and got off shift around one pm. A shower was just what he needed. Well, first he needed a nap, and then a shower. The thought of having dinner with his girls brought a smile to his face right before he fell asleep.

Lydia returned home from shopping and running errands around two thirty pm. As the door closed behind her, her emerald eyes alighted in the stairs. She stilled and gaped when she saw that her big, beautiful fluffy cat named Sasha Fields was wearing a plaid collar on. She dropped her bags and yelled like a banshee. "STIIIIIIILESSSSS!!!"

Said man stumbled out of their bedroom, bleary eyed and sleep muddled. He stood at the top of the stairs with nothing on save for a towel around his waist. "Lyds? What's wrong? What happened?"

She pointed at her cat, trying not to let the sight of her boyfriend's body distract her. "What is that?!"

"A cat with style," Stiles mumbled sheepishly even as he blinked his innocent wide owlish eyes at her. Bambi indeed.

Lydia tapped her Prada shoe on the floor, the sound echoing throughout the house. Her arms were crossed, and she was fuming. However, she wasn't really mad. It was hard to be mad at Stiles. That had always been a fact. She could be, if necessary, but she didn't really ever need to. Stiles was amazing to her and Allie, always making them feel like queens. It was why they had no problem making him feel like a king. They all just fit together like they were made to belong to one another. Their little family of thr—or rather five when you count Arwen and Sasha.

"I don't begrudge you the plaid, but my cat? Stiles really?"

Stiles pouted, his lips jutting out in such a tempting way. Before she could follow that train of thought too far, Stiles sighed. "I just wanted her to fit in." He shrugged one shoulder and Lydia was nearly reminded of the insecure boy she met as a child. In all the years she had known this man, one of the constants was his love of plaid.