Lost and Found ❁ Malia Tate [2]

EPILOGUE

Seven Years Later

"I swear to god Stiles, if this wedding isn't perfect I will skin you alive." Lydia hissed, walking down the hall.

"You're hot when you're demanding." Stiles grinned and reached over to grab his fiance's ass, her smacking his hand away in return.

"Don't push me." She warned, narrowing her eyes as she got to the room.

"Noted." He gave her a quick kiss and continued down the hall, the strawberry blonde slipping into the room.

"Be real with me, do I look bloated?"

"Carter, you're almost six months pregnant of course you look bloated." Lydia sighed, shaking her head.

"Artificial insemination, she said." Carter mocked, scrunching up her nose. "It'll be fun, she said. Bitch."

It wasn't necessarily Lydia's fault, the doctor warning Carter that her ability to have children after the next year would be slim to none. So, they had to do it last minute and a little sooner than they wanted it to.

"Again, not my fault." Lydia hummed, fixing her hair a little.

"Well now I'm gonna look like a whale, while-"

"Jade can hear your negativity." Kat scolded from where she was eating Jordan almonds. "And Lyds, what are these? I'm sure Carter wants something to actually eat."

"She can eat after the ceremony, those are just to fill her up."

"She's eating for two, you can't starve her."

"I am not starving her-"

"Hey!" Carter snapped, making them both stop and look up. "Less fighting, more helping me into my dress."

"Oh, yes!" Kat set them down and hopped up, dancing over and grabbing the zipper. They all waited nervously as she pulled it up, letting out a chorus of relieved sighs when it went up all the way. "You look like a Disney princess, I could cry."

"Thank God." She huffed, shaking her head. "Where's Aria again?"

"Picking up Cather from the airport." Lydia answered, pursing her lips. "I swear, that girl is never on time."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Carter bit back a smile, walking over to the mirror and smoothing out her dress. "Isaac will be switching tables with Derek."

"That's Cather's-" The strawberry blonde looked up with wide eyes, shaking her head. "That's Cather's table. Carter, you can't force them together."

"It's my wedding, I can do what I want." She grinned, turning around. "Now, who's helping me with my heels?"

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"Do I have to wear heels?"

"If you don't, I will be de-balled." Stiles held up the shoes, his eyes wide. "I would like to have children one day."

"Trust me, no one needs that." Isaac scoffed, rolling his eyes from where he sat in the armchair.

"Did anyone ask you, Lahey?" He snapped, shoving the shoes back in Malia's face. "Shoes. Now."

Cooper made the noise of a whip cracking, fixing his bow tie while Stiles just glared.

"Oh, please Stilinski." Isaac raised an eyebrow, testing him almost. "You're just made because you're the ring bearer."

"At least you're not the flower boy." Liam grumbled, holding up his basket. "I want to die."

"Hey, flower man." Scott corrected, giving him a scolding look.