I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)

2|"Don't Be Modest."

"Keep them closed!" Lydia exclaims as she leads Allison up the stairs to her new room. Allison giggles.

"I'm so excited Lyds!" Allison yells giddily. Lydia smiles brightly as they move up the final step. She positions Allison at the best angle of the room.

"Now before you open, if you don't like the colors or something, I had a hard time, but if you seriously hate the mixed colors I will fix everything," Lydia explains nervously. Allison raises her eyebrows with her eyes still closed.

"Lyds don't be modest, I'm sure it looks great, can I open now?" Allison pleads impatiently. Lydia bites her lip before spouting, "open!" Allison opens her eyes, revealing a complete transformation. What used to be a sad, empty, and unorganized room is now a cozy and well decorated spot to relax. Allison places a hand over her mouth as she takes in every shocking detail. The empty storage unit that will soon be filled with clothes and picture frames and shoes. The large bed with a new duvet and a dozen squishy and decorative pillows. Allison quickly falls in love with the pattern of the curtains that adorn her window. Moving the curtains aside, Allison finds a small book, a coaster and a small plant on the window sill. Tears prick at her eyes as she skims her fingers and eyes over every detail. Her heartstrings are tugged at when she sees the gallery wall above her bed. In the center of it, a giant canvas of her and Lydia on their senior year spring break trip. The trip was amazing. Of course Scott and Stiles came along, but this picture if just with Lydia. Lydia this fabulous girl, her best friend, who paid for and decorated her loft. Around the canvas are two quotes, a decorative shelf adorned with a small clock along with other knick knacks. On a smaller canvas on the wall is a small equation. 2+1=family. Their family. Since Allison's parents had kicked her out, Lydia really is her only family. Lydia and Allison plus this little baby. What an odd little family we have, Allison thinks to herself. Turning around, Allison's eyes lock on a small crib with pristine white sheets and a small bunny stuffed animal. Allison puts her ring adorned hand on her heart and tries not to gasp and cry. A few tears do however slip down her cheek.

"I put the chair next to it so when she wakes up at night you can rest with her there," Lydia explains.

"Her?" Allison manages to say as she weeps silently. Lydia smiles.

"Ya, I'm positive that it's a she." Allison stumbles over to her best friend and throws her arms around her.

"Thank you so much Lydia, it's absolutely perfect," Allison whimpers in her ear. Lydia smiles.

"I'm so glad you like it," Lydia claims, sighing in relief at Allison's reaction.

"How could I not?" Just as the girls are about to pull apart Allison gasps suddenly. Lydia's eyes widen as she starts at her startled best friend.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Allison smiles.

"Nothing's wrong, she moved, like kicked a little," Allison claims giddily. The biggest smile ever spreads across Lydia's face.

"I'm really gonna be an Aunty!"

"And a godmother."
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Lydia only stayed a few minutes at Allison's apartment after Allison had fallen asleep as they watched the Notebook. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the door, following the short memorized route home. It's freezing cold out for someone in a fur coat, never mind for what she's wearing. A crop top in December was not a good choice, even with her cardigan. Lydia fights through the cold until she reaches her apartment. Hungry for warmth she rips her keys from her purse and uses them to open her door. Ritually, she puts her purse on the hook and kicks off her converse. "I can't believe you still wear that thing," a familiar voice says from her couch. She jumps in shock and then waits for the person to stand to see who it is.