loving lydia | stydia

Sixteen.

It was only Tuesday, but Lydia groaned as she pulled herself from her sheets. She let out a hissing sound as she pulled her back to hard.

Stiles sat up in the bed, waking up instantly from the uneasy sound coming from Lydia. He stayed over that night, after they both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

"Hey, you alright." He sits up, his hand automatically goes to her back. Lydia purses her lips together and nods. She looked at the clock and saw it was 6:02am.

"Stiles it's six, go back to sleep for a bit." Lydia said. She was firm, as she was still pissed off at him. She couldn't let it blow over completely just yet. She knew Stiles didn't wake up until 6:45am.

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows together, but turned around and pulled the cover up to his neck, and in an instant he was back to sleep. It was still pitch black outside, so when Lydia walked into her en-suite bathroom, her eyes started to burn when she switched the light on.

She has her own bathroom attached to her bedroom, so the light hit Stiles' face but he didn't even stir.

The bathroom was right in front of her bed, so her shower was the first thing that you see, and to the left was a sink and a side where all of Lydia's shower gels and oils were placed. A toilet with a pink fluffy lid cover was underneath it, and with a matching rug led next to the bath tub. Her shower was above her bath.

Lydia rolled her eyes as she noticed the toilet seat lid was up, she grunted and closed it quietly. She shut her bathroom door and started to undress, she gasped as she saw the big purple bruise on her lower back, it started to get patchy and nearly black in spots. Dry bits of blood from where Malia scratched her dripped in places.

Lydia couldn't wait to see what Malia's face looks like today.

She took a 5 minute shower, enjoying the warmth on her cold, icy skin. She groaned a little after the shower hit her bruise, but then it soon got better. Lydia jumped out and done her regular make up with a red lip. Her hair was down in curly waves.

She wore a red dress with white flowers over it, with a brown leather jacket and some high heeled wedges.

She saw it was nearly time for Stiles to wake up, so she bent down and called his name.

"Stiles! Come on." She shook his body but he wouldn't budge. "Stiles!" She shouted in his ear and he sat up immediately.

"I'm up." He rubbed his eyes and when he looked at her, he smiled a gentle smile which caused goosebumps to arise over Lydia's petite body. Lydia pecked Stiles' lips before heading downstairs to make some toast.

Lydia wasn't formal herself, quite frankly she couldn't be assed to make pancakes or anything like that. But, she was fussy when it came to sorts of food.

She had to buy freshly baked bread, as she cut through with a bread knife, her mothers heels clicked on the white tiles until she reached the kitchen.

"Hey mom," Lydia pondered as she plopped the bread into the toaster and pushed the latch down.

"Yeah, sweetie." Lydia's mum asked. She had normal black stilettos, with a white, formal dress. She placed her books down on the kitchen island and took of her glasses and looked at Lydia.

"Can..pregnant people drink coffee?" Lydia asked, picking at her bottom lip.

"Yeah, one cup won't affe- wait. Is this your way of telling me your actually pregnant." Lydia's mum grinned a toothy grin, as Lydia nodded Natalie jumped up and down and hugged Lydia as tight as she could.

"Oh my god, I'm so happy Lydia! Where's Stiles?" Natalie asked, just as Stiles shuffled in the kitchen with a different shirt and flannel on. Lydia had so many of his clothes in her wardrobe, she even had a toothbrush of his here. Which he probably used because he was staring at a new toothpaste stain and frowning.