loving lydia | stydia

Twenty Eight.

3rd person:

It was the next day. 1:34pm on a Saturday, and Lydia was in bed. She hasn't slept at all. Her eyes now dropping, staring at the ceiling blank and emotionless.

She and Stiles are taking a break.

She never thought she'd have to even utter the words. She turned to the side like she does every morning to look at her pictures, though she faced the opposite side that morning. She couldn't bear to see his face.

"Why?" Stiles cried.

Lydia kept hearing that why over and over in her head, it was like someone just hit her and it got stuck in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut.

The front door opened, she knew it was Allison. She had a key and probably knows about the break - up through Scott.

"Hey, are you okay?" Allison asked, emerging through the door.

That was it, Lydia broke down for the hundredth time that night. Allison frowned as she got under the blanket with Lydia and held her close.

Time passed so slowly without him.

2 months later:

Lydia was now 4 and a half months pregnant, she finally hit the second trimester of this god awful, nauseating and hard pregnancy. Of course, she wanted to soak in all the glory of becoming a pregnant woman, but sometimes it really took a toll.

Lydia's stomach was like half of a ripe melon, it made her smile. It was small, though it was large. She was eating like a maniac and getting nose bleeds, all normal symptoms of being in this time of labour.

She hasn't spoken to Stiles. An occasional 'hey' and 'how's the little one' would be exchanged here and there, although it killed one another.

When Lydia would normally spend her evenings cuddled and watching movies with Stiles, she'd be in bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry's listening to Taylor Swift.

That's exactly what she was doing.

"Come on, Lydia. You have to get out of the house." Allison moaned, lying on Lydia's bed on her stomach as she flicked through Cosmo.

"Nah." Lydia said, sucking every single bit of ice cream of the spoon. Lydia was led at the top end of the bed, blanket over her legs as 'You Belong With Me' played softly in the background.

"You have this kick ass new apartment. We've literally just moved everything in. You don't wanna take advantage of that?" Allison whined, abandoning the magazine and sitting up; crossing her legs.

"Nah." Lydia repeated.

Lydia felt like she needed a new start, so she got a really nice apartment. You walk in, stairs are straight ahead while a bathroom and a guest room would be to your right. A living room would be too your left, a kitchen down the hall. A cupboard for coats and shoes sat between the kitchen and the living room. Then behind the staircase was Lydia's bedroom. It was like her own haven.

"I'm in no way, having a party." Lydia furrowed her eyebrows together.

"No, not a party. Maybe a pack night?" Allison questioned, she always wondered whether bringing up the pack night would be a touchy subject. Allison finally let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when Lydia finally looked her in the eye.

"Fine." Lydia said. "Text the boys."

Allison squealed in excitement. She grabbed her phone and dragged Lydia out of bed and ran down into the kitchen. Feet cold on the pearly white tiles.

They got out a couple of big bowls, pouring chips in one and popcorn in the other. Beers and water bottles were spread out along the kitchen island, ready to be then transferred onto the living room coffee table.

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"Dude." Scott said, putting down his phone. "Pack night at Lydia's new place. You in?"

Stiles stomach fluttered, he felt like a girl receiving chocolates on Valentine's Day. Fuck, he was nervous. Though he couldn't help the grin that was slapped on his face.

"Lets go, buddy." Stiles said, placing the Xbox controller down and bounced towards his keys. Scott grabbed some beers from the Stilinski fridge, and loaded them in Stiles' back seat.

Let the night begin.

The knock on the door sent shivers down Lydia's spine. She was nervous as hell, she had every right to be.

Allison answered the door as the boys walked in. Scott and Allison escorted to the living room which left Stiles and Lydia alone.

"Hey." Stiles said.

"Hey." Lydia smiled back. "I um, have something for you." Lydia ran upstairs, Stiles couldn't keep his eyes off her. Something? For him?

She came down and handed him the black and white candid; it was an ultra sound. Tears pricked Stiles eyes as he cleared his throats and stood tall.

"Wow." He whispered, staring at the picture like it was a gift from god himself.

"I know." Lydia smiled. "My next appointment I get to find out the sex of the baby. Do you maybe, wanna come?"

Stiles couldn't be more happier. We'll, he could but he chose not to think about that right now. He smiled and pulled Lydia in for a hug.

Tears formed in Lydia's eyes as she picked up his scent, her nose nuzzled in his chest as the familiar smell was to only be described as home.

Stiles eyes squeezed shut as his fingers were buried deep in her hair.

"I love you." Stiles breathed out. Lydia cried, laughing as she held him closer.

"I love you, too." She replied. Stiles let out a breath, missing those words coming from her lips. "Lets go sit down."

Scott, Stiles and Allison sat on the couch as Lydia nuzzled into the love seat with a giant blanket to herself.

"Scott." Lydia said. "I'll give you 5 seconds to pass me the chips before I go psycho on your ass."

Scott laughed, he put his hands up in surrender as her passed her the bowl.

"Appetite got the best of you, Lydia?" Scott laughed, arm returning back to its previous spot; Allison's shoulders.

"You have no idea." Allison said, rolling her eyes as they returned back to The Vampire Diaries.

"I'll do Damon Salvatore any day, anytime, anywhere." Lydia said, eyes not leaving the screen as she shoved chips in her mouth.

"I swear, you're reading my mind." Allison praised, doing the exact same.

They all missed this. Pack night. Being with eachother.

Being a family.