The two sat on old wooden chairs at Lydias dining table, trying to even tackle the missed space between the two for such a long time over cups of homemade iced tea from Lydias garden.
"So, what's been going on with you?" Stiles dared to ask the question.
"What's been going on with me, stiles? What's going on with you? You just left, didn't say a word to anyone. You had me worried absolutely sick, your father and I set up a search party, I tried anything I listen to the other side. We were left with nothing until your dad came bursting through the doors of the police station with a newspaper about you doing game-changing detective work."
Stiles was left speechless after that. He had hoped, but of course with doubt, that they wouldn't try to look for him. Wouldn't say anything, and he could be left to his on solitude.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I just, I didn't want to be stuck here. I got in my car, and just started driving. I made it to LA, and I thought, this is my chance. I can finally do what I want."
"So you couldn't do what you want with me? Or Scott? Or anyone? You couldn't even bother to call? I tried calling you over and over again but all I got to was a director in China. I was going out of my mind."
"Well what happened to you, Lydia? You had such big dreams, you were gonna go out and become the greatest mathematician in the world, win a field medal. You had such high hopes, and all of us knew you would achieve them. What happened?"
"My mother died." Lydia said, glancing at the picture of Natalie Martin on the counter next to her coffee maker. Lydia placed it there because she got coffee or tea every morning, and like to say hi to her mom before she started her day.
When Lydias mother died, it hit her hard. She always admired her mom, and Natalie deserved the admiration. Even after the fall out between her and Mr. Martin, she got back on her feet to support Lydia and keep the house. Lydias mom was the strongest person she knew.
"Oh my god, Lydia I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" The words rambled out so quickly he couldn't stop him self.
Oh, God. Stiles thought to himself.
"I couldn't tell you. Remember? You basically went of the grid. A lot happened when you were gone. Kira and Scott had a child, Liam moved away on a lacrosse scholar ship, Malia went coyote after you left and made sure Scott and I couldn't find her. Even after you left, Scott went rampage mode and I had to chain him up for the first time in 3 years. Made a few marks too." Lydia showed him the long claw marks that ran up her forearms. Even after six years, the deep scars didn't just fade away.
"Anyway, my mom passed away 3 years ago from a brain tumor. It was eating away the bone marrow, and the transplant was unsuccessful. But I've had time to recover." Lydia took a deep breath and sad up again. Stiles marveled at the strength this once tiny girl had. She went through so much without him, all the supernatural business and the death of her mother while stiles was helping stop drug smugglers in California. He couldn't even compare to what Lydia hat gone through.
Stiles eyes followed Lydia's to the picture for her mom. Next to it, was a picture of a little girl that looked almost exactly like Lydia when she was 5 years old. The same wondering green eyes, but the girls weren't worn with pain like Lydia's. She had the same fiery strawberry hair stiles loved, and the small little kitten nose Lydia always would scrunch up when she was frustrated. The only difference was the little girls lips where more heart shaped, less rounded like Lydia's.
"Who's that, in the picture next to your mom?" He questioned.
Lydia giggled, a beautiful noise stiles couldn't resist. The corners of his mouth curved up and he got a bubbly feeling in his chest.
"That's my daughter. Opal."
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"Your, your what?" Stiles stuttered.
"Yeah. Like I said, you missed a lot."
That hit stiles like a knife in the heart. While he was enjoying himself in California, Lydia had a child. That's something that changes your life. And he wasn't there for it. For anything, really.
The thing that hit stiles next was jealousy. Someone, who obviously isn't here now, had a child with Lydia. His Lydia. He wasn't there to comfort her when he left, or beat him broken.
"I'm, so sorry, Lydia. I'm so sorry that I wasn't here to help. Or beat the shit out of the father. Obviously he deserves it."
She glanced away again. "Yeah, he does."
"But I'm here now. I can help. With whatever you need. I'm here to stay. I'm not going to leave my home again."
"You really thing it's that easy? You left me. You left everyone. After everything, after we solved our problems, got rid of theo and the doctors, you just left. It's not that easy to just walk into my life again because you were gone for 6 years of it. That's a long time that you were missing, a long time to fend for myself, make money by selling whatever I can manage to grow, and raise a child. I had to do that, all by my self. I was hoping that after that night, I could do everything with you by my side. But hell, stiles. You weren't there. You weren't there to help care for our daughter!"
She yelled, finally letting it out. Lydia cupped her hand over her mouth, contemplating what she had just said. She felt her heart almost tear in two, maybe now he'll never stay. Stiles would probably just run away again, constantly outrunning his problems.
Stiles felt his heart rate rise, his breathing became abrupt and sharp. He was speechless. He felt like there was thumb tacks pressing into every inch of him, and his hangs got tangled in each other.
"Our-our what?" His words came out breathlessly, a small whisper only the most careful ears would hear.
Lydia closed her eyes, thinking if she would dare say what had too. A few tears escaped her eyes, but she brushed them away. She would not show stiles weakness. She spent too long making her life for him to come tear it down. She took a deep breath, and dared to open her eyes. She saw stiles bewildered face, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration and confusion.
"Do you remember the night we had before you left?"
A/N:
wOaHhH CLIFF HANGER
I'm tired
And I want tacos
Dedicated to GABBI ( typicalbish ) because she's the real mvp.
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Lucy ✨
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Stydia One Shots
Fanfiction┌ The simple, yet undeniable power, of human love. ┘ a collection of Stiles and Lydia oneshots, mostly au's. requests are open! contains more well writt...
