Run away || a stydia fan fiction

13. Uncertainty

Third person's pov:

Stiles laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. He sighed as he thought of the current situation. He still cared for her, but he wasn't sure if that spark that they'd once shared was still there. I suppose that's what happens after someone who you were sure was "the one" breaks you heart.
Suddenly, at 1:34 am, the door to Stiles' temporary room, which would eventually become Scott and Allison's son's nursery, opened.
"Stiles? You up?" Scott whispered.
"Yeah."
"Are you okay? I could tell something was off with you before bed."
Scott was right, he had acted weird before everyone went to their separate rooms. The four of them sat around the dining table, the girls with water, and the boys with beer. Scott caught Stiles staring at Lydia a dozen times, blushing like an idiot. Stiles couldn't help it, she was just so gorgeous. Obviously their friendship was more, but maybe their love was just physical. Stiles wasn't sure anymore.
Whenever Lydia addressed him, he would awkwardly fidget while speaking, which was obvious to everyone.
"I don't know. I never expected life with her to get this complicated... that day we ran away, I thought we'd be married within a year and have kids when we were ready. That's what I wanted"
"The world doesn't care about plans."
"I know that. It's just so weird, even though she broke my heart, I don't hate her, not even close." Stiles felt relieved to finally admit that to someone.
"It's called love." Scott muttered.
Then, he left, shutting the door gently behind him, leaving Stiles alone in silence with even more thoughts then before.

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Lydia sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through Instagram with a warm tea sat in front of her. Her head shot up as she heard a leak of feet thumping down the stairs.
Seeing him still sent an odd sensation through her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was loving butterflies or anxiety.
She gave him a slight smile, to be polite. "Good morning."
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" He asked, taking a seat across from her.
"I only got up to puke once, so pretty well." She chuckled, easing into the conversation.
"Well, if you consider that good then congrats." He laughed.
"We didn't really get a chance to talk last night. Thank you for coming, by the way. You didn't need to-"
"I wanted to be here."
She felt a blush creeping upon her cheeks, so she stared down at her old, worn out pyjama bottoms.
"So, how was Beacon Hills treating you?" She asked, once she gained control of herself.
"Alright, I guess. It always gets lonely there, which I guess I don't mind. I've never been the type to need people around." He said. "Well, I always felt like I needed you, but that's a different story."
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. He quickly cleared his throat and apologized. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that, I didn't mean to."
"Don't worry about it. We don't have to erase the past."
Stiles was confused as to what this meant. On one hand, she could mean that she doesn't want to forget, and wants to be with him again. On the other, she said "past", as in history.
All these thought were getting too much, so he chose to go with the flow and try his best not to over analyze- which was never easy for him.

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The next two months were exactly what you would expect. Awkward conversations shared between Stiles and Lydia, Scott and Allison preparing for the baby, and lots of hanging around the house. Luckily, in the past week, Stiles and Lydia's bond had started becoming more like their High School years. They were laughing again- really laughing, and everything finally felt normal again. They teased each other, but were also able to have deep, serious talks. They'd even spoken about the pregnancy a couple times, and he'd come along to all her doctor's appointments with Scott and Allison. The four of them were a team.
Their last conversation had been really helpful to Lydia. It was a Saturday evening, and Stiles has found the strawberry blonde sitting on a couch on the front porch, obviously deep in thought.
"Hey, shortie." He smirked. One of the many new nicknames he had adopted for her over the course of their newfound adult friendship.
"Hey." She sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I should tell Matt. I'm just so scared that he'll do something to get her back, but he should know shouldn't he? Ugh, I don't know!" She rambled, becoming overwhelmed at the thought of her unborn child being snatched from her one day.
"Hey, Lyds, don't get so stressed, it's gonna be okay. What's your gut telling you?" He asked, taking a seat next to her.
"That if I tell him, something's going to happen."
"So maybe you shouldn't say anything. You need to trust yourself."
"But, doesn't anyone deserve to know about their child?" She looked up at him with wide eyes, and he could see the pain on her face, so he did what he felt was right. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. She rested her head on his shoulder as he ran his slim fingers through her somewhat tangled locks.
"That man deserves nothing from you."

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Author's note:

Sorry this chapter was kind of boring, but more drama is coming soon! Thank you all for reading <3