loving lydia | stydia

Twenty One.

        Prom was tomorrow. It was tomorrow and Lydia could not be more exited. She sat on the couch, a unicorn onesie covered her figure as she switched around the channels.

Stiles came in with a mug in his hand, steam crept from the top of the glass, almost oozing over the sides. Even looking at it made Lydia feel warm. She was 7 and a half weeks pregnant and just about showing. Not a huge bump, she just looked like she ate a big burrito. Lydia was sulking, she was sulking because she wanted a cup of coffee. So when she saw a hot mug in Stiles' hand, she yelped with delight.

"Okay, this is called tea. You drink it, like coffee and it's okay for the baby." Stiles said sarcastically, placing the mug carefully into Lydia's tiny hands.

Lydia scoffed. "I know what tea is you asshole, are we fucking British or something? I don't like tea. I want me some coffee."

"Lyds." Stiles sighed. "You cannot have coffee, you've already had two cups today. You've let go of your 'one cup a day' limit. Damnit, they need a coffee rehab."

"I'm not addicted, Stiles." Lydia rolled her eyes at her boyfriends stupidity. "I just enjoy it to the extend where I get the shakes when I don't have it."

Stiles leaned back into the couch, drinking the tea for himself. "Addicted." He muttered under his breath, causing Lydia to glare at him.

"Prom is tomorrow Stiles. TOMORROW. We haven't got school, so that means the hair and makeup people are coming at three, which gives me a couple of hours to get up, sort my dress out, take a shower-"

"Your cute when you mumble." Stiles butted in, staring at her with such simplicity but everything in his eyes that screams love.

They came out of school about an hour ago, but Lydia was still rambling about prom and Stiles was so close to loosing his mind.

"Babe, prom will be fine. It will just roll tomorrow okay? Now, can we enjoy a movie? Or I'll party with Malia again." Stiles joked, laughing to himself and mentally patting himself on the back for doing so. 

Lydia, on the other hand, wasn't to impressed with his humour.

"Well." Lydia said, standing from the couch. "Maybe you should give her a call." And with that, Lydia turned on her heal, and stamped up the stairs. She made sure her foot came down hard on the step, to show him she's really pissed off.

"Come on, why did you have to do that Stiles." Stiles whispered to himself, running his hands over his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Lyds. It's a joke, it was supposed to be funny." Stiles marched up the stairs to Lydia's room to find her under the covers, a pillow dramatically draped over her ears. Her back was facing him as faint whimpers came from her chest.

"Go away." Her muffled voice trapped inside the creases of the pillow, making Stiles smirk a little, but he immediately stopped after he'd realised that Lydia would rip his head off.

Lydia's phone pinged, as she reached up to grab it from the night stand, showing off her static hair frizzed in many directions. Her bottom lip propped out to serve a purpose.

"Who is it?" Stiles asked, trying to change the subject.

"Caroline." Lydia replied bluntly.

"Forbes? Didn't she turn into a vampire a couple years back? Dating one of the baddest supernatural creatures that ever existed? Who happens to be one of my old friends?" Stiles rambled, his only objection was to make Lydia smile, but she was still very, utterly, infuriatingly pissed off. Why would he mention going to a party with Malia? Is he asking for a death sentence or something?