Not exactly planned

8. Getting caught

It was two weeks till graduation and three days since Stiles was finally informed on the information of his child. Lydia went to her first ultrasound without Stiles and the doctor said that the baby was doing fine, giving Lydia a picture that looked nothing like a baby at all.

And just like Lydia had earlier become the master of avoiding Stiles, he has now become the master of avoiding her. The boy didn't really mean to. He just wanted everything to be normal between them but obviously with a child things would never be the same. Truth be told the reason he was avoiding her at all was because he was scared.

The sheriff had noticed him acting strangely, silent and always off in his own world. He thought nothing of it, his son was naturally odd. The first mistake Stiles had made was leaving his laptop on the kitchen counter.
The other mistake was not clearing his search history.

Stuff about being a dad at seventeen or information about birth defects filled the Google bar and the sheriff chuckles to himself. When Stiles got back from school he was surprised to see his father sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee and the baseball game on the tv.

"Who's winning?" He mutters, throwing his backpack across the room before leaping over the back of the sofa, eyes trained on the tv all the while.
"The Mets. 7 to 5." Mr.Stilinski smiles lightly. He then reaches under one of the couch pillows, grabbing the boys laptop and handing it to him. Stiles takes it with wide eyes, already knowing what his father probably saw.

"Would you believe I'm retaking health class?" He gulps.
"Not in a million years." The father remembers his son coming home from the sixth grade with a scrunched up nose and disgusted eyes. Stiles fidgets with the laptop for a while, turning it around in his hands while slumping deep into the couch. He glances at the baseball game but the sheriff shuts the tv off, indicating the topic hadn't flown over his head.

"If you're going to tell me I need to be more responsible, trust me. I know." The boy grumbles.
"It's not Malia." The sheriff immediately grabs his attention.
"How'd you know?"
He shrugs. "You've never looked at her the way you do Lydia."

Stiles didn't remember his father standing and leaving the room. He doesn't remember the Mets being turned back on or the sun set filling the house with a lonely darkness. What he does remember is slowly shutting the tv off, dragging himself up to his room, and lying on his bed. The ceiling paint was chipped in three different places above his bed and even at four in the morning, when Stiles was still awake, it was still chipped in those same three places.
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"Lyds!"
"Shit."

They both had different interpretations of the nickname, Stiles thinking it as all innocent and Lydia knowing it was quite the opposite. The strawberry blonde scrambles to close her locker door but the corner of her shirt gets caught in the metal, leaving her motionless as Stiles approached.

"Dos you just try to make an escape?" He asks, arching a brow with a playful smile. With tiny hands, she grabs at the fabric.
"No. Why would I do that?" She fake laughs. Her Prada handbag began to slip off of her shoulder as she started to tug harder, not caring if the fabric ripped she just needed to escape.
"Let me." Stiles brushed her to the side, dialing in her combination before opening the locker door so she could be free.

Lydia watches in amazement as he closes the metal door with a smile that looked worthy of praise.
"You know my combo?" She asks. He nods, not even slightly embarrassed. With a small "thanks", Lydia rushes down the hall towards her next class. Stiles curses under his breath before jogging to catch up with her.

"I told my dad." He speaks quietly and Lydia stops walking, waiting patiently for him to talk again. "I-I guess it's okay? He wasn't, like, mad...maybe a little disappointed in me but at least he knows." She smiles at how flustered he was being, a little bit of the old Stiles shining through. "And I technically didn't tell him but, yeah."
"How could you technically not tell him?" Lydia questions and Stiles scratches the back of his neck.

"Well I was kinda looking things up on my laptop..." He tries to make it sound less awkward and abnormal than it actually is. Lydia stops walking to face the boy. She knew his thought process, fully aware that he was probably over thinking the whole father thing. "Did you know there are over 4,000 birth defects?" His voice cracks a bit and Lydia smiles again.

"Stiles," he was a sucker for the way his name left her lips. "everything is going to be fine." She brushes something off of his flannel, taking a few steps away before turning over her shoulder. "Oh, and you should probably tell Malia." She reminds and he nods. Shock and realization plasters his face but she was already halfway down the hall.
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Authors note:
The picture attached is a rough draft from my last chapter. This is what all my rough drafts look like. It's basically all dialogue and brief descriptions of the actions and crap....Idk I thought it was funny😂

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-Chloe