Stiles sat in the living room, watching over his daughter - Allison, play with her building blocks and wind up toys.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and sliding his slender digit across the screen, unlocking the phone and allowing him access. He pressed on the app "FaceTime" before clicking on Lydia's icon, causing Lydia's phone to vibrate all the way at her working place, at the Sheriff's department.
"Hey, babe." Stiles said, a smug grin spreading across a single corner of his lips.
"Stiles. I'm working. What'd you want?" Lydia let out an over dramatic sigh, spinning around on her desk chair, green hues fixed on his own through the screen of the phone.
"Well. I've been practicing those knock-knock jokes you taught me. Wanna hear one? Too bad. You don't have a choice."
"Having seen I don't have a choice, go for it, dork." She flicked her strawberry blonde hair with a playful roll of her eyes.
"Alright then. Here goes nothing." He clears his throat. "Knock-knock!"
"Oh, dear. Who's there?"
"...Fuck."
"Fuck who?"
"...Fuck me."
"I should not have taught you how to tell knock-knock jokes. Want me to come over?"
"That'd be great."
