One Shots

[01] stydia

Cooking had never been Lydia's strong suit. She had always either burnt it, mixed it incorrectly, or just given up and ordered Mexican. She knew she was a bad cook too; but it didn't effect her in any way. She had the smarts, so that's all that mattered to her. After all, she had won the Fields Metal a couple of years back, which proudly sat in the living room for everyone to see.

So as Lydia stood there in the kitchen trying to cook fettuccine alfredo, she couldn't help but stand back in disgust, staring at the mess in front of her. It looked as if the noodles were underdone and overdone at the same time, if that was even possible. She placed her hand on her hips as she brushed a few lose hair strands out of her face, trying to piece together a plan to possibly save this recipe.

"Hey Mommy," she hears a frail voice speak out, causing her to turn around and grin.

Lydia walks over to the boy wearing a Batman shirt, keeling. "How was your day today?"

"Okay, I guess," the boy says, shrugging his shoulders. He slips off his backpack as he sets it onto the tile flooring.

Lydia raises an eyebrow. "What happened?"

The boy sulks slightly, embarrassed to talk about it. He was about to tell his mother before he looks up at the food cooking on the stove, wrinkling his nose up. "What in the world is that?"

Lydia laughs slightly as she looks back at the mess that didn't look like food. "That would be dinner."

The boy groans. "Why can't you just let Daddy cook?"

"Because Mommy needs to learn somehow," Lydia smiles. "Where is your father anyways?"

The boy points back towards the door. "He said he wanted to teach me how to play baseball."

"Baseball?" Lydia says while raising her eyebrows, remembering all of the times Stiles had had a baseball bat latched into his hands when they were teenagers. "You know, your daddy truly is the best. He'll be a good teacher."

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words," Stiles says as he walks inside, smiling at his wife and child.

Lydia rolls her eyes as she stands back up. "Don't expect me to ever repeat that either."

Stiles grins as Lydia looks back down at the boy. "Adam here was just telling me that something happened at school today."

The boy's cheeks turn red as he shakes his head. "It's not a big deal, mom..."

"Is it about the girl with the brown hair?" Stiles asks as he places a hand on the countertop.

Adam looks back at his father, firing back a quick reply. "It's chestnut."

Lydia and Stiles both laugh to themselves, hearing this all before. Stiles kneels down in front of Adam, speaking sincerely. "She'll notice you one day. You just have to be patient, and then the time will come."

"How do you know?" Adam speaks, confused how his father could ever know such a thing about patience.

Stiles looks up at Lydia just then, seeing the girl her first fell in love with. "Trust me, I know."

Stiles and Lydia stare at one another, flashing back to all of the crazy things they had been though. Multiple times they had almost lost their lives, but they managed to pull through. Without one another, they wouldn't have made it, they knew that much for sure. They had meant too much to one another; when one was in danger, the other would be losing their mind trying to find them and vice versa. It's always been that way, and it still was.

"You two better get started before it gets dark," Lydia says as she nods towards the door, referring to the baseball lesson.

Stiles stand then, noticing the food sitting on the stovetop. "I'll make grilled cheese after we're done."

Lydia gives Stiles a look as he just laughs, knowing how much it bothered her that he made fun of her cooking. He knew that she enjoyed it though, since those were always the moments that felt like home. Nothing meant more to Stiles than when he stood there late at night teaching her how to cook, which had always ended up with Lydia giving up and ordering from Pizza Hut.

"Let's go bud," Stiles says as he smiles down at Adam. "Race ya?"

"Go!" Adam yells before bolting to the door, Stiles close on his heals. Lydia smiles and shakes her head as she watches the two boys, knowing that they were alike in more ways than one.

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Inspired by a very adorable tumblr post. I can't even describe how much I want this to happen. Like seriously, if they didn't have a son, I can see them with a daughter named Allison. Okay, I need to stop to else I'll die.

This is my entry for -Iahey one shot contest, so I hope it works. I managed to keep it at a shorter length (: